A/N: So, I feel the need to share something. My grandmother has recently been admitted to the hospital (Nothing serious, she's fine) She been there for about three days, and well, I feel really bad for the nurses. Last I heard, the nurses were arguing over who had to go to take care of her. I do not blame them. I was there one day, and a nurse walked in, right? No big deal. My grandmother glares at her, gets a cocky look on her face and says, "When are you bitches going to let me go?" My grandmother is not the nicest person. Another time, a nurse walked in and she pointed to her arms which are covered in bruises from her hitting her arms and she told the nurse, "YOU did this. Bitch."

My grandmother isn't even the only problem. My aunts are saying the nurses unplugged the call button. (My grandmother did it.) They were in the room, making a big scene, yelling at the nurses!

I fear that one day I'll go to that hospital, and have a surgery or something, and they'll spit in me… They'll just be like, "Oh, this is the granddaughter of that crazy old lady( They'll use meaner words.)" And then they'll take turns spitting on the scalpel and then they'll spit in me. And I'll die.

So, next time you think your family is unbearable, remember, Ninja's family is INSANE!

REVIEWS

IvoryCrawler: Everybody starts out cute! Stuff just happens, and BOOM! Evil baby!

Autobotschic: *Death glare of doom* THEY ALL BELONG TO ME! You can have Megatron. I despise you right now. That song is stuck in my head and Jazz is whipping it back and forth right now…

Zrexheartz: Hee hee! I kinda like this Barricade. XD

Answerthecall: XD Thank you! More Barricade to come! XD

Bluestreak walked down the middle aisle of the assembly hall's auditorium. It was huge. Rows upon rows upon rows of chairs filled the huge area. Right in the front sat a huge stage. The prime was already seated in his chair on the stage along with Elita-One, Ironhide, and a couple of other bots that Bluestreak didn't recognize.

Bluestreak slipped into a chair, and smiled at the bot next to him. "Hi."

The bot nodded, obviously not open to conversation.

Bluestreak sighed as leaned back. This was going to be a long meeting. Bluestreak listened to the quiet chatting. Bots were getting to know each other. They were chatting about different skills they had, and what section they were planning on training bots in.

It wasn't long before Optimus slowly stood up and walked to the front of the stage, a microphone drone floating beside him to pick up his words.

"Hello, I am Optimus Prime." He nodded to the huge auditorium. "I gathered you all here today to speak with you. If you have something to say, or questions to ask, please wait until I finish speaking. First, I wish to start by welcoming you all to Iacon. I hope you have all enjoyed your time here, however short it may have been.

"Secondly, and the main reason you are all here is to speak about what will be going on. You are all the most skilled bots Iacon has. Your talents range from engineering to marksmanship to scouting. You are all going to be the back bone of this army. You are all going to train those who have no experience in this such as these.

"Ironhide, behind me, will be doing basic training, and determining the area that new recruits will be sent. He is a former Mercenary and is very trustworthy in seeing the raw talents in others. We have another mech on his way to help train in hand to hand combat.

"You will all be set up into different divisions, and then further broken down into teams. As to not crowd you all with too many students there will be anywhere from two to four instructors per team, depending on the area you are training in. Trainee numbers will vary, but I can promise there will be no more than ten trainees per instructor.

"Instructing sessions will start within the decaorn, but teams and divisions have already been set up. I will allow Elita-One to take over here." Optimus nodded to the pink femme as he sat down.

Elita-One stood up and walked up to the front, her hardened stare looking over the masses. "When you get back to your quarters there will be a data pad. This data pad has a direct uplink to a server we made specifically for instructors. Log in information has as well been sent within another data pad.

"When you enter the server there will be discussion boards. The first one is your division. It has the information of your division head and the team names. Under the team names are the instructors that are part of that team. You have a personal code and can receive and send messages from the data pad you have been given, so it is imperative that you not lose them.

"Using this same data pad you will also receive names of your trainees, and the orns that you will be training. You will get a message telling you when and where your training sessions will begin." Elita nodded as she walked away, and Optimus stepped forward.

"Are there any questions?"

Bluestreak glanced around before he stood up. "Um, Not to sound stupid or anything, but is all he training going to be taking place in Iacon, or will instructors be sent to different bases?"

Optimus smiled. "Training will be taking place on different bases, but none of the instructors here will be sent away. We have similar programs going on at different bases."

"I see." Bluestreak nodded. "Thank you!"

"Any other questions?"

"How did you choose the division leaders?"

"Leaders were chosen by the experience they possess, and the skill set. Division leaders have a broad range of skills for their division."

Bluestreak sighed as he slowly walked out of the assembly hall. Questions had gone on for a while. Some had nothing to do with the assembly at all. It had kind of gotten on Bluestreak's nerves. He was already confused.

"Bluestreak!"

Bluestreak felt a force ram into. He tried to keep his balance but he couldn't. He quickly crashed to the ground as a weight landed ontop of him. "OW!"

"I am so sorry!" The weight on his back disappeared as he felt himself being pulled up. "Are you alright?"

"Serenade?"

"I knew it was you! AH! Your voice is so... It's just so... Oh my primus! That's what it's like! Sexy!"

Bluestreak chuckled. "Yeah."

"What are you doing here anyways? This would be the last place I would even begin to think about seeing you."

"I'm here to help."

"You feared for your life because Jazz has been causing you to have mini spark attacks every time you turn around." Bluestreak laughed as the femme shook her helm. "Blue, I've told you a thousand times not to let that mech scare you. His energy is not going to cause an explosion."

"That's not why I'm here."

Serenade laughed. "I know! I just wait until I tell Kaymin."

Bluestreak smiled. "You know, I've always wondered where Jazz got all his energy, and climbing abilities, but I think I get it now."

Serenade smirked. "Oh?"

"You should have told me you used to be a theif."

Serenade frowned. "You know huh?"

"Yeah."

"In my defense you never told me that your sire was the leader of an underground organization."

Bluestreak laughed. "Truce?"

Serenade frowned as she crossed her arms over her chest. "No! This is war, mech!"

"I'm going to go meet some friends up in the rec room, want to come?"

Serenade shook her helm. "Can't I have to meet up with Kaymin. Something about us never getting to spend time together. Sparking." She rolled her optics.

Bluestreak smiled. "It's fine. Tell him I said hi!"

"I will!" Serenade gave Bluestreak a hug. "I missed you so much! We have a lot to talk about, by the way!" Serenade released Bluestreak, her gaze getting very serious. "A lot. Starting with a certain offline prime."

Bluestreak frowned as the femme walked off. She knew. Bluestreak stood silently as bots walked past him from the auditorium.

If Serenade knew then that meant Kaymin knew as well. They wouldn't want to be around a murderer. They'd probably make Jazz stop hanging around Prowl as well. Jazz was Prowl's only friend. Prowl would be so lonely an-

"Bluestreak?"

Bluestreak jumped at the deep voice.

"Are you alright?"

"Optimus?"

The big blue and red mech frowned. "Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah."

Optimus nodded. "You seemed troubled."

"I'm sorry." Bluestreak's wings fell down against his back.

"It is nothing to apologize for." Optimus sighed. "I have been slightly troubled as well. The Matrix is very unsettled. I believe something bad is about to happen."

Bluestreak's wings perked up in worry. "You don't know what?"

Optimus shook his helm. "No. I do have a feeling though. It must be something related to Megatron. It has to be."

Bluestreak nodded. "We are in war, Sir."

"Yes, we are. Be prepared for anything." Optimus stepped forward. "Ah, and if Ironhide comes by looking for me, I went that direction." Optimus pointed to the left before proceeding to the right.

Bluestreak giggled. He knew exactly how smothering Ironhide could be. "Now, where did Sideswipe want me to meet him? It was definitely a rec room, but which one?"

"Third floor."

Bluestreak jumped for the third time. "Will bots stop doing that?"

Sunstreaker raised an optic ridge at the paranoid bot. "What the frag is your problem?"

"Nothing! Bots just keep sneaking up on me. It frays my wires a little." Bluestreak sighed. "Are you headed up to the third floor too?"

Sunstreaker nodded. "Sides wouldn't let me out of it." He started walking down the hall. "He's fragging annoying when he wants to be."

Bluestreak fell into step behind the yellow bot. "I haven't noticed."

"You're a slagging liar." Sunstreaker huffed as he glanced behind him. "I just want to put it out there that I'm not going to apologize for anything I said in Kaon. I meant every word."

"I know." Bluestreak shrugged. "Just don't say any of it in front of me again. It's not nice."

"Not nice?" Sunstreaker stopped and turned to glare at Bluestreak. "You're about to be smack dab in the middle of a war. Nice isn't something you're going to see."

Bluestreak shrugged. "I don't care. I'd rather not be fighting my own side though."

Sunstreaker sighed. "Whatever." He silently turned and started walking again. "How did you conned into fighting with the new prime anyways. I thought you'd hate Primes."

"Optimus came to my sire and asked for our help. He... I really wanted to make up for what I started."

Sunstreaker snorted. "You didn't start a slagging thing."

"I feel like I did." Bluestreak looked up and noticed how far ahead of him Sunstreaker was. He quickly ran to catch up. "Hey! Wait up!"

"No. You keep up with me."

Bluestreak smacked his arm. "You're a jerk."

Sunstreaker stared down at his arm in shock. "You better not have smudged my paint! I swear to Primus if you did, I'll rip your little door wings right out of their sockets!"

"I'd rather if you didn't!" Bluestreak chuckled awkwardly.

Sunstreaker glared as he let his arm drop to his side. "You're lucky. This time."

Bluestreak laughed. "I'm a pro at hitting bots and not scratching their paint! No big deal." He puffed out his chest in pride. "Prowl was always huffy about his paint! He'd pout for joors if it was smudged!"

"Prowl. That's the black and white Praxian right?"

Bluestreak nodded. "Yeah."

"I see." The two started walking up a set of stairs as the conversation ended.

Bluestreak followed the mech up the stairs as fast as he could. He always had a thing about stairs. He was always just... paranoid on them. The feeling of somebody staring at his aft. It was ridiculous really, but stairs just made him nervous.

The two made it to the top of the stairs, and continued walking down the corridor. A huge group of mechs stood laughing and giggling outside the door. "Hey." One nudged the other and pointed to Bluestreak.

Bluestreak shifted a little as the mech walked forward. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah. You're on my team."

Bluestreak frowned for a second before he smiled. "Oh! You mean the instructors teams?"

The mech laughed. "Yeah! I take it you haven't looked at your data pads yet?"

"No." Bluestreak frowned. "I haven't. I never got the chance. I'm supposed to meet a friend here."

"By all means." The mech stepped aside. "Have fun."

Bluestreak smiled as he and Sunstreaker walked into the rec room. "He was nice!"

"He was staring at your aft as you walked in." Sunstreaker dead panned.

Bluestreak's smile quickly fell. "Oh."