A/N:Whoo! I need to catch up on typing this all out! I've written ahead a bit, but I haven't gotten around to typing the stuff out! XD

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Zrexheatz: XD Glad you liked it! HeeHee

Answerthecall: I thought I'd end it there for some comic effect. XD Thank you!

Autobotschic: Hmm. No. I need him. If you kill him I'll end up having to use Magnus as Megatron, and let's face it, Magnus wouldn't be even close to as effective as Megatron. Me too! My highschool as the longest stair case, in history! I'd always buy backpacks that would go down long enough to cover my butt! XD

Sideswipe smiled as Bluestreak giggled at one of his jokes. Sideswipe had been cracking jokes about some of the mechs walking by in the hall the three of them were in. Sunstreaker walked behind the two, a grumpy look plastered onto his face. They had just left the rec room after what Sideswipe called, "THE BEST NIGHT EVER!" And it was true! There was no hanging around like that in Kaon!

Sideswipe glanced over to Bluestreak. "So, Blue, how old are you?"

Bluestreak giggled. "Why do you keep asking?"

"I'm curious!" Sideswipe laughed as he opened the bond with his brother. /We should tell him./

Sunstreaker glared ahead at Sideswipe. /Do it and I'll kill you./

"I told you it's a secret though!" Bluestreak answered, completely unaware of the second conversation going on.

"Aww, come on, tell me!" Sideswipe glanced back at Sunstreaker. "What could possible go wrong?"

/He could panic./ Sunstreaker glared. "Leave him alone, Sides."

"Why? You don't want to know?" Sideswipe smirked as he glanced back and Sunstreaker.

Sunstreaker growled. "Because he doesn't want to know, Idiot!"

"Well I want him to tell me!"

"NO!" Sunstreaker growled.

Bluestreak stared between the two before he slowly stepped between the two. "You guys, calm-"

Sunstreaker shoved Bluestreak out of the way, ludging at Sideswipe.

"HEY!"

The three bots froze as the blue femme walked up to them, a black and white youngling running behind her. "What the frag is going on?"

Sunstreaker glared at her. "None of your business."

The femme glared at him. "What did you just say? I'll rip your helm off before I see somebody hit the bot I spent so much time protecting!"

"Chromia, it's fine." Bluestreak stood up slowly. "They were just arguing, and I shouldn't have gotten in the way."

"They shouldn't have hit Blue!" Barricade yelled. "They're bullies!" He ran up to Sideswipe and kicked him. "Bad!"

"Ow!"

"Barricade." Chromia warned. "You know that wasn't the proper kicking technique."

"Sorry." Barricade frowned. "I'll do it right next time."

"Good."

"Chromia, I don't think that's how-"

"Shut up. I didn't tell you how to raise your younglings."

Bluestreak frowned. "Yes, ma'm."

Chromia sighed before she grabbed Bluestreak's arm. "Come on, I'll walk you back to your quarters."

Bluestreak sighed as he was dragged down the hall, leaving the yellow and red mech standing there with blank expressions.

Sideswipe glanced over to Sunstreaker. "We should have just told him."

Sunstreaker glared at his twin. "Shut up." He grumbled before walking off.

Chromia stopped in front of Bluestreak's door. "What the frag was that about?"

"They were fighting about whether or not they wanted to know my age, but I've been around younglings enough to know there was something else going on there."

Chromia sighed. "Right." She glanced over to Bluestreak. "How old are you?"

"Wha-"

Barricade smiled. "I'm 60 vorns!"

Chromia glanced down at the mech. "Good to know."

"Wow! 60 already!" Bluestreak smiled.

"Yup!"

"Blue, answer me!" Chromia frowned. "How old are you?"

Bluestreak smiled. "I'm only 270."

"You're 270?" Chromia stared at the mech up and down. "I'm 325. Wow. I thought you'd be old, but not that old."

Bluestreak laughed. "Nobody does."

Striker sighed as the fifteenth mech of the day walked in. What was with mechs and wanting to come in so late? "What?"

The huge black mech sat down, a stone cold glare glued to Striker. "You have information, and I want it."

Striker leaned forward. "Yeah? Can you afford it?"

"I don't plan on paying a single credit."

Striker snorted. "Well, nothing goes to plan, now does it? I learned that one the hard way, Slagger. If you're not going to pay, I'm not going to tell."

The huge mech smirked. "You will. If you don't, I-"

"You'll what? Rip me apart?" Striker let out a bark of laughter. "HA! There is nothing I value over credits. Not even my life." Striker let out a happy sigh before he stood up. "So, If you would leave, that would be the fragging best thing that ever happened."

"I'll pay you a million credits."

Striker paused before he let out a whistle. "That would be nice, if you had a million credits. But I doubt a slaghelm like you, who wasn't planning on paying me a credit, has that kind of money."

"Plans change. The credits are in my account now, ready to be transferred, all they need is you."

Striker sat down, a huge smile on his face. "I see!" He started humming as he reached into his desk, and grabbed a credit transfer machine. He held out his servo. "Card please."

The check huffed in disbelief as he shoved his card into the Stirker's servo. "There."

Striker smirked. "It's hard parting with this kind of money, isn't it?" He snorted as he slid the card through the machine and entered the amount. He then passed the meachine over to the mech, and smiled. "Sign."

The mech quickly signed the screen before passing it back. "Who is Silverstreak?"

Striker examined the signature. "Corse. Funny. Sentinel's body guard had the same name."

"Yeah, funny. Answer the question." Corse glared.

Striker leaned back. "Silverstreak. He used to owe me credits, unfortunately for you, that's all I know about the mech. If I had his file with me, that would make things quite a bit easier."

"Where's his file?"

"Gone. He doesn't owe me anymore. I have no point in keeping his file."

"Bullscrap! I read up on you! Nobody ever pays off their debts!"

"No, Synchro does." Striker glared. "That would be the other big tough Praxian."

"Liar."

"Now, why would I lie?" Striker raised an optic ridge.

Corse smirked. "I don't know. Why are you lying?"

"That's all I know about Silverstreak."

"Doubt that."

"Doubt me all you like, but it's the truth." Striker leaned back and propped his pedes up on his desk. I suggest you speak to Synchro, I'd hurry!" Striker giggled. "He's dying. If you don't get to him in time, he'll just take that information to the grave!"

"Fine. I see that Silverstreak is a dead end. What about Bluestreak? Do you know him?"

Striker frowned. "What about him?"

"I hear he's a fine sniper. Who does that little slag helm belong to? Does the little frag-" With a bang, energon spattered against the back wall.

Striker slowly stood up, placing his blaster on his desk. He stepped around his desk before crouching in front of offline frame, taking his time to examine it. The helm had a huge hole where the face would have been. Energon leaked down onto the chassis, and then fell to the floor. "You should have stayed offline, Fragger." He slowly stood up. "Of course, if were very much alive here, then who did little Blues terminate?" Striker sighed as he sat back down at his desk. "Code!"

The door swished open. "Yes, sir?"

"Take care of this."

Code looked over to the body. "Another one?"

"Yes, another one. I suggest you move it before you become just like him!"

Code sneered. "Yes, sir."

Bluestreak walked into his quarters and sighed. "I'm back." He mumbled as he carried himself over to his berth. Bluestreak flung himself onto his side, and sighed. "Hound, I said I'm back." Bluestreak groaned as he stood up and peeked onto the top berth. Hound wasn't there. "Hound?"

Bluestreak frowned at a glowing data pad. "Hmm." He walked over and picked it up.

Bluestreak,

Staying with Mirage tonight. See you tomorrow.

Hound.

Bluestreak frowned. "I wonder if he's upset about earlier." Bluestreak walked over to his desk and sat down. Two new data pads sat in the center. "I wonder when my training sessions start." He picked up the top data pad, and onlined it. "Log in information." Bluestreak sighed as he onlined the second one and typed in the information.

Just as Elita-One had said, Bulleton boards were the first thing he saw. A Welcome thread was first, and then Division information. Bluestreak opened the second thread, and Scrolled down. Division leader was a bot named Softshot. Strange name. He scrolled down farther until he found his name.

Bluestreak's optics widened as he almost threw the data pad clear across the room. "Team leader?!" Bluestreak shot up as he sprinted out of his room. He slid around a corner almost rammed into Ironhide's door. He quickly took his balled fist and began banging on the door.

The door quickly opened, and a pissed off Ironhide glared down at Bluestreak. "What the frag?"

"Team leader?" Bluestreak pushed his way into Ironhide's unit. "I can't be team leader! I don't want to be team leader! It's too much pressure! I can't! I won't! You can't make me!"

Ironhide raised an optic ridge. "Are you serious? That is what this is about?" Ironhide stomped his pede. "What the frag is your problem? So what? You're team leader, get over it. Any bot would kill for that position. Jeez. It's not like your division leader."

"I don't want to be in charge of grown mechs!"

"Bring it up with Prime! Not me!"

"Fine! I will! Where is he?"

Ironhide rolled his optics. "Wait till morning at least." Ironhide opened the door, and pushed Bluestreak out. "Now, go home."

Sideswipe sighed as he lay on his bottom bunk. Sunstreaker was pretty upset at him. When was the mech NOT upset at him, though?

Sideswipe leaned over the edge of his berth. Sunstreaker still hadn't come back. To think Sunstreaker went as far as making the fight they had seem like it was about Bluestreak's age. If it wasn't for Bluestreak being there, they could have just had their internal argument without having to come up with a stupid reason for their fighting.

Sideswipe sighed out of relief as Sunstreaker stomped into the room. "Why can't we tell him?"

Sunstreaker glared at Sideswipe. "Frag it, Sideswipe, not now."

"He has a right to know! There's basically a psychopath after him!"

"No!" Sunstreaker's fists slammed onto his desk. "Just no."

Sideswipe sat up. "Sunny!" He whined. "She's not somebody to waste time with! The longer you decide to keep this from him, the les his chances of survival are!"

Sunstreaker growled. "Don't you think I know that? I'm not stupid!" Sunstreaker sunk down into his chair. "Frag it!"

Sideswipe sighed. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but it better stop soon, before it's too late." Sideswipe groaned as he lay back down on the berth. "Geez. I can barely keep up with the regular you."

"Shut up, Sideswipe!" Sunstreaker yelled. "Last time we checked she didn't even know his designation, anyways."

"Yeah? And what if she finds out?"

Prowl sighed as he rubbed his optics. He honestly had no idea how Synchro did all the work he did and still had time to mess around like he always had. It was unbelievable. Prowl barely had time to finish all the work, let alone talk to Jazz even for an astroklik.

Prowl groaned as he checked his internal chronometer. He'd be lucky if he got a joor of recharge at this rate. He turned back to the stacks of data pad, and began working again.

"Prowler?"

Prowl didn't bother looking up. He already knew who it was. Jazz had been coming by periodically to check on him. "Yes, Jazz?"

"Time fo' recharge. Ah don' care if ya're done yet or not."

Prowl glanced up at the mech. Jazz's servos were crossed, and slight frown graced his face. "The last thing I need, Jazz, is to fall behind. It will lose Synchro credits."

Jazz sighed. "Ya gonna work yaself to termination. What would Blue say?"

Prowl turned back to his data pad. "Bluestreak isn't here, Jazz. I doubt he's even planning on coming back."

Jazz shook his helm. "Ya don' believe tha'."

"I do." Prowl leaned back in his chair, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Jazz, may we please talk about this tomorrow?"

"No." Jazz sat down on the couch. "Ah have ya practically wantin' ta talk, ya might not want ta tomorrow."

"Jazz."

"Oh, come on! Let meh act like a Smokey!"

"You mean a psychiatrist?"

"Ya! Dat!" Jazz smiled. "So, what's botherin' ya?"

Prowl rolled his optics, and released a sigh. "Jazz, there is nothing to talk about. Yes, Bluestreak left. No, he hasn't contacted me yet. But again, there is nothing to do about it."

"Nothin' ya ca-"

Prowl's door shot open, and the twins, Sliver and Scatter Frst ran in. "We have a problem, Prowl!"

Prowl frowned. "Was it big enough of a problem for you two to barge in?"

The twins looked at each other before one nodded to the other. One sighed before she started talking. "An old friend of ours contacted us."

"And?" Prowl raised an optic ridge. "I wasn't really aware the two of you had friends."

One of the twins rolled their optics before she started talking. "Prowl, this is serious!"

"Yeah!"

"Then get to the point." Prowl shook his helm. "I do have a lot of work to finish.

The twins looked at each other again. "We swear we didn't know. We had no idea."

Jazz frowned. "No idea 'bout what?"

"She asked about Sentinel."

Prowl leaned forward. "Sentinel?" Prowl frowned. "What about Sentinel?"

"Yes, sir. She wanted to know about the sniper."

Prowl growled. "What did you tell this friend?"

The two femmes jumped. "We only gave her his alias, but then she got this crazed look on her face and started going on about how she was going to rip him apart!"

Jazz and Prowl glanced at each other. Jazz slowly turned to the twins. "And this friend's designation?"

"Covenant."

Prowl nodded to Jazz, and in an instant the mech was gone. Prowl turned to the two femmes. "Do you know why she was so upset?"

"All we know is that she lived in Kaon. She was against Sentinel, and so was her mate. It made no sense that she would be upset about his death."

"Her mate?"

"They weren't actually bonded. It's too dangerous for that in Kaon."

"I see." Prowl sighed. "And where was he during all this?"

"We didn't see him. Well, I didn't. What about you, Scatter?"

"No, not that it mattered. He wouldn't have stopped her anyways."

Prowl nodded. "Thank you. You may go."

"Y-you're not angry?"

Prowl glanced up at the femme. "No, I'm furious, but you two are family, so I won't rip your bodies apart piece by piece, leaving you alive until your helm snaps off. I suggest you leave."

The two femmes sprinted out of the room. As soon as the door shut behind them they released a sigh. "He's almost as scary as Synchro."

"No kidding."

Striker laid on his desk lazily as Code scrubbed the wall. "You can't keep for a day without shooting somebody, can you?"

Striker shrugged. "Eh."

Code sighed. "Keep it in your sub-space next time."

Striker giggled. "Keep it in your subspace."

Code groaned. "I swear you act like a youngling."

Striker rolled over onto his side, a serious look on his face. "Code."

"Wh-" Code's helm was quickly smashed into the wall, effectively knocking the mech out.

"I was going to say there was an evil overlord behind you, but I guess I was too late." Striker said blandly.

The huge silver mech standing in front of his desk gave a growl. "Striker."

"Megatron! How is that Dark energon you asked for?"

"Fine. What I want to know is why the slag you decided to be on the Prime's side?" The huge mech sat down in the now clean chair, a glare settling on his features.

Striker stood up and walked over to his energon dispenser. "Now now, we both know the answer to that. You're going to lose." He sent a smirk to the mech. "You're going to seem strong at first, but let's face it. You're army isn't for endurance, is it?"

Megatron growled. "You know why I'm here! You told me Praxus would be mine!"

Striker raised an optic ridge. "Oh, did Synchro turn you down as well? I'm sorry, did I tell you to threaten Praxus when you set up the meeting? I swear I meant to say that you shouldn't. It'll only upset the fool."

Megatron growled as he aimed his huge cannon, and fired a blast, barely missing Striker's helm. "I will terminate you if I have to."

Striker's optics narrowed as he stepped up to Megatron, confidence pouring out of him.(Which was hard to do considering he only came up to Megatron's chest.) "I don't think so. You terminate me, and your whole dark energon supply goes down. If my vitals stop, that mine goes BOOM!"

Megatron growled. "Then I guess your vitals won't stop."

Striker laughed, as he pulled a device out of his sub space. "Touch me and it goes BOOM!" Striker sent the mech a smile. "I'm not stupid."

"Praxus will pay for this." Megatron warned.

"I don't give a flying scrap about Praxus." Striker smiled. "I'm not Synchro."

"We'll see." Megatron purred before he turned.

Striker watched with a grin as the huge mech walked off. "What an idiot. What's he going to do? Blow up a whole city-state?"