A/N:I woke up early... Too early...

REVIEWS

Answerthecall: XD Don't hurt anything! I'd hate to get served with papers saying I'm being sued! XD

IBrokeThe4thWall: XD Right? I'm glad mine is nowhere near Bluestreak's.

Storylovers91: Thank you! XD That is for me to know! Mwuahahaha! Smokey shall come in soon! I promise!

IvoryCrawler: Yeah. Life likes to kick you at random moments in your life!

Shizuka Taiyou: I was watching Supernatural the other the day, and one of the characters kind of brought up a good point. Parents lie with the intent to make kids think the most dangerous thing in the world is pop rocks and soda, but in the end they can't protect them forever. =D Sure Synchro deserved to be told off, but I, personally, think Blue went a little too far.

Zrexheartz: XD Slag has gone down!

Autobotschic: XD Sure! Synchro might have to break the rules of not putting the beat down on a femme. XD I know!

Bluestreak ran into his quarters, huffing and puffing. Hound stood in the middle of the room. His optics wide, and frame tensed. "Woah, you scared me. Where were you?"

"N-nothing. Nowhere. Are you ready to go? Don't worry about the energon, we have rations. I'll go get the twins and we can meet in the front gate."

Hound nodded. "Yeah, sure. Are you okay?"

"Fine." Bluestreak mumbled. "I'm okay. I could use some high grade, but I'm okay."

"Front gate. Where's that?" Hound chuckled.

Bluestreak laughed. "Right, why don't you come with me, and we can get the twins together?"

"Alright." Hound nodded.

Striker slipped into charger and Crypt's unit before the door could shut after Bluestreak.

"Synchro."

"Frag it all to the pit! Creation of a glitch!" Synchro stood in the center of the room kicking the couch.

"You should think of getting the walls made thicker. I could hear everything through the door."

Synchro sighed as he stepped away from the couch. "This is the second time Bluestreak told me that." He walked over to the nearest wall, and began banging his helm against it.

Striker raised an optic ridge. "Let's face it, you raised a spoiled youngling. If he was raised by me, he'd be kept in line by the power of fear."

Synchro lifted his helm from the wall. "Tell me something. Why didn't you want to raise Blue with me? I didn't ask until now because I figured you had your reasons, but..."

Striker shrugged. "Younglings and I don't go together. I'm a murderer, Sync, not a carrier. I have possession issues, twice as bad as you do. Let's just state the obvious, I'm a psychopath."

"Bu-"

"Enough on that subject. Why didn't you tell me you were off lining?" Striker glared at Synchro. "We made a deal. Sure, we try to ruin each others lives, but you and I both know we promised to tell each other everything that was life and death."

"I didn't tell you cause I didn't want to. Simple as that. I'm offlinning, yeah. That's just all this spark could take of my life."

Striker sighed. "We grew up together."

"Yeah. On the streets. We had nothing but our smarts and our good looks."

"Then Vero came along, and took us in." Striker sighed. "He got you a very pretty Pre-bonded. Oh, what was her name?"

Synchro rolled his optics. "Opal, and you killed her after she had Node."

"I hated her. I remember I left and started the Crystal group a little before that because you said, 'Don't worry about it, I can handle two lovers.' I wanted to kill you too." Striker chuckled as he leaned against the wall.

"Vero wasn't very happy about that, so he gave me the position that was going to go to you. He made me his heir, and pampered me like I was some sort of prince."

"I ended up killing him too." Striker smirked.

Bluestreak, Hound, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe drove down the streets of Praxus as fast they could, Bluestreak in the lead. They made it out of the city in a fairly short amount of time. Bluestreak slowly transformed as the road ended, and was replaced by wilderness that often appeared between cities.

Hound, and the others transformed after him. Sunstreaker glared at the gray bot. "Can you tell us what the frag is the big hurry now?"

"Sunny, leave him alone. It's none of our business." Sideswipe stepped off the side. "We're headed to Iacon, right, Blue?"

Bluestreak turned to the two. "Huh? Oh, yeah."

Hound placed a servo on Bluestreak's shoulder. "The faster we get back, the faster this will all be over with."

Bluestreak nodded. "Yeah."

Sunstreaker growled. "What the frag is your problem?"

Hound turned to Sunstreaker. "What's your problem? This whole time you've acted like you don't even want to be here! Leave Blue alone!"

"You don't even know what the frag is wrong with him either, so shut up!"

"What would you even know about Bluestreak, huh? He's a nice bot wh-"

"I already know a lot more than you!" Sunstreaker spat back. "You don't even know what his family does! Like I said in Kaon, they're lower than the dirt you and I walk on."

Bluestreak stared down at the ground as the two continued yelling at each other. Sunstreaker was right. His family was lower than dirt, and he no proof to prove otherwise. His sire lied, his carrier was psychopath. The people he cared about for most of his life were part of a huge crime organization!

"Hey."

Bluestreak turned towards Sideswipe. "Yeah?"

Sideswipe snorted. "You're staring at space like you're an idiot or something."

Bluestreak turned away. "Yeah."

"Hey! Come on. Look Hound and Sunny finished fighting. They aren't talking, but they quit yelling!"Sideswipe happily informed the seeker

Bluestreak glanced up. Sure enough Hound was on leaning against a rock, and Sunstreaker was as far away from the green mech as he could be.

"I sent them to the corners." Sideswipe snicked. "They were acting like sparklings." Sideswipe frowned when he noticed Bluestreak wasn't really listening to him. "So, why did we leave so suddenly?"

"My, uh sire and I had a fight. I just couldn't stay there any longer."

Sideswipe nodded. "Oh, I see. Can I ask about what?"

"No." Bluestreak replied.

Sideswipe shrugged. "Worth a shot. So, what's Iacon like?"

"I was only there for a couple of days, but it's nice. Everybody there is nice. I like the Prime and Elita-One."

"Elita-One?"

"She's one of the commanders for the Prime. She acts really mean, but I know she means well! She reminds me of Chromia sort of, only she's a bit more proper."

"Chromia?"

Bluestreak glanced over to Sideswipe with a stupid grin on his face. "My bad! I forgot you don't know anybody I do!" Bluestreak frowned. "Chromia is, well, she's hard to explain."

"What kind of femme isn't?" Sideswipe laughed. "I, uh know this probably isn't a topic you want to bring up, but thanks."

Bluestreak frowned a he stared down At the red and black mech. "For what?"

"Saving my brother and I."

Bluestreak frowned "I didn't do a-"

"No." Sideswipe shook his helm. "You definitely did."

Bluestreak shook his helm. "I didn't do anything."

Sideswipe snorted. "You don't really believe that. If it wasn't for you ki-" Sideswipe paused. "doing what you did, my brother and I never would have even thought about changing our lives. We would have died in the gladiatorial arena. I don't know what you and your sire fought about, or even what was said, but one thing I do know is you're a slagging hero. I don't care what you think, or what your sire thinks, or even what my own brother thinks. You saved us." Sideswipe shrugged.

"I didn't! I'm not a hero!" Bluestreak growled. "I'm no hero." He whispered. "I'm not responsible for your choices. I'm not anything. I'm just a bot on a huge planet, and compared to everything else, I'm just a petrorat. My death won't mean anything, and my life won't mean anything."

"You killed Sentinel. You're responsible for that. You're responsible for biggest change Cybertron has ever seen since the golden age. That doesn't seem so insignificant to me." Sideswipe started walking away. "But what do I know?"

Bluestreak stared down at the ground for a while. "I think we should get moving."

"I guess." Sideswipe nodded.

Prowl took a deep breath as he stood in front of the conference room. Bluestreak had left so suddenly the orn before, everything had been delayed by an entire orn. Synchro had put the whole place on on lock down hoping catch Bluestreak before he had made it out of the building. He didn't catch him.

Sychro had since locked himself in his quarters, and refused to leave. The last Prowl had heard, Ratchet was stomping down the hall to, "Take care of the problem." Judging by the size of the wrench in his servo, it was not a simple repair.

Bluestreak had left without even saying goodbye. Now Prowl was not only worried about how upset the meeting's attendants were going to be, but also about his sire.

Prowl clenched and unclenched his fists, then took a deep breath. Soon he stood up straight and raised his door wings in confidence. He nodded to the mech that stood in front of the meeting room.

The mech unlocked the door, and walked in ahead of Prowl. "Presenting the arrival of Lord Prowl of the Praxus Helix group."

Prowl walked into the room that held six of the most powerful mechs, and femme on Cybertron . "I thank you for coming, and I apologize for the delay of the meeting." Prowl slowly walked to the head of the table, and sat down in his chair. He paused and watched a heavily built blue and white mech. The mech was carefully cleaning of the table in front of him. "Is there something wrong with the table?"

A resounding groan echoed through the room as the blue and white mech's helm snapped up at Prowl. "Is there something wrong with the table? Is there something wrong with the table?" The mech sighed. "What isn't wrong with the table? The data pads were hardly straight and professionally laid out, and there was no order to the table when I first showed up. The chairs were not in the correct places, and to top it all off it is filthy."

Prowl glanced down at the table. He didn't see anything wr- Wait. Prowl frowned. The table was extremely dusty excluding the area around the blue and white mech. Prowl carefully began wiping the area around him down. "I see. It is quite dusty."

The blue and white mech grunted an affirmative, and continued wiping off his area of the table.

Prowl stared at the table. One could tell where the big mech had already been. Parts of the table were clean, while other parts were still blotched with dust. Prowl frowned as he started becoming more and more distracted by the dust.

"Oh for Primus sake!" Striker stood up from his position at the table. "Ultra Magnus it is dust! It is not the slagging plague!"

"From what you know it isn't." Ultra Magnus glared. "It could be the last particle that my filter can take."

A pink femme rolled her optics. "Let's just get this slagging thing over with." She propped her pedes up on the table, and ignored the disgruntled look Ultra Magnus gave her. "I've already decided to put my resources with the Prime."

Striker snorted as some of the other mechs shifted in their seats. "What a surprise. I was sure you would have chosen the big bucket helm, Arcee."

Prowl glared at an exceptionally dusty looking part of the table. His processor was telling him to listen to the meeting, but much like Ultra Magnus, the dust just kept distracting him.

"And what about you, Striker?" Arcee glared as she planted her feet on the ground. "Have you bowed down the overlord yet?"

Perhaps Ultra Magnus will get the dust off in a moment. Prowl tried to reason with himself. After all, the mech is closer.

"I have as well chosen the Prime. It seems we have reached a stalemate, Arcee."

Arcee grunted. "Whatever."

Striker smiled. "Now that we have Altihex and Praxus out of the way, what about Tarn?"

A purple mech looked up. His single red optic scanned the room. "We have decided that Lord Megatron is the best choice. Anything else would just be a waste of resources. It is obvious which side holds the power in this war."

Striker stared at the purple mech. "What did the mech promise you, Shockwave?"

"He has promised me nothing. I am simply going by logic. Lord Megatron has the most skilled fighters. He has more power. He has the entire lower caste of Cybertron on his side."

Prowl glanced up with a frown. "You are only taking into account the power. What about the endurance. You are going on the assumption that this war will be short. I believe both sides are entirely equal. It is true that Optimus Prime lacks the skilled warriors, but he makes up for that with his words. He has a way to make you feel that there is hope for his vision of how Cybertron could be. He can be very persuasive, and he'll use that to his advantage in gaining mechs."

Shockwave's single optic burrowed into Prowl. "This war will be short. Megatron will not be going easy on the prime. He will crush the mech."

Striker snorted. "Whatever you say, Shockwave. Just be prepared. You have Altihex and Praxus against you so far. Now, what about Kalis?"

A Blue mech glanced up. "I'm afraid Kalis is with Megatron. Shockwave does have a very good point."

Striker glared at the mech. "Grow a slagging backbone, Power Tap!"

"I go by Tap, Fragger."

Striker growled at the bot. "Tyger Pax?"

A green mech smiled. "Tyger Pax is with Optimus Prime. We believe the mech can work a miracle."

Striker smiled. "Atta bot. You're my kind of mech, Backstop."

Backstop laughed. "You're disgusting." He insulted with a happy tone. Suddenly the happiness faded. "I'll murder you in your recharge slagger.

Striker frowned. "You're cuteness can only get you so far."

Backstop smiled. "You'll get over it."

Striker rolled his optics. "What about you Magnus? Iacon make a choice?"

Ultra Magnus's frame was as stiff and straight as Prowl's when he began to talk. "Iacon has no choice. We wish to remain Neutral. We may be the home of the Prime, but does not affect our decision. We do not wish to pick and choose."

Prowl frowned. "It would be for Iacon's best interest to choose."

Ultra Magnus glared right at Prowl. "You will not change my processor. We have decided."

The meeting had ended, and Prowl could not have been more relieved. He had been so distracted by the dust that he wasn't able to be much of anything during the meeting. Striker had pretty much run the place.

Prowl sighed as he finally finished wiping the table down. All the dust was gone, and the chairs were in their proper places. All in all, the day had gone terribly.