A/N: FUN FACT! I sometimes get the uncontrollable urge to want to upload new chapters of stories, but I know full and well that if I do, I'll never catch up again! XD

I just uploaded this chapter from my new Surface by the way! You know what this means? I can now write and update anytime! This thing has a usb port and WINDOWS OFFICE 2013!

REVIEWS

Autobotschic: XD SHE'S A PSYCHO GLITCH! Maybe Jazz wasn't your best choice for that. XD I think he'd run towards the danger, not away.

Answerthecall: XD Thank you! Good! That was what it was for!

Storylovers91: Yup! He only knows about Synchro! He knows Blue has them, but he doesn't know who they are! XD Synchro is a bossy little bot. XD Your wait may just be over. XD Thank you!

Zrexheartz: XD Synchro can tell anybody what to do! XD

Aradow: XD Prowl isn't very good with his emotions, he's very logical, and he lets logic dictate, most of the time. I plan for there to be plenty more creator Sire moments in the future!

Synchro stepped in Bluestreak's room, and sat down. He let out a sigh and leaned back in the chair, offlining his optics. "I've got great news." He started as he rested his servos over his abdomen. "Striker and I got bonded properly. Not that you'd approve, but I'm your sire and you should be fighting for my approval, not the other way around!"

Synchro paused. "Now, Bluestreak, don't argue! Your carrier loves you! He's just not good at showing it! In fact, he sucks at showing any kind of affection." Synchro started laughing. "I'll be really embarrassed if you just woke up and listened to everything I just said." His optics flashed online, and he stared at Bluestreak's still form. "Frag. I thought for sure that would have worked."

Synchro sighed as he offlined his optics again, and engrossed himself in all the silence of the room. Before he realized anything, he was off in recharge.

Optimus sat at his desk with a frown. The hand to hand combat teacher still hadn't arrived. He knew when he had asked for the mech's help that he was free spirit, but that had been a while back. He was starting to worry. He glanced up at the femme who was still staring at him. "Elita…"

"What?"

"You are staring again."

"And?"

"It is uncomfortable."

"Is it?" She asked.

"Yes."

Elita sighed. "I'm sorry. I just knew getting that mech to do it was a bad idea."

"It was not a bad idea. We should have just asked him to do it sooner. Perhaps he'd be here by now if we had."

"Is he at least worth it?" Elita asked.

Optimus smiled. "Yes. He is the best there is."

Elita nodded. "Alright."

"Prime, sir?" A helm peeked in through the door way. "The mech is here."

"Please, send him in."

After a couple of astroseconds a big mech walked in. "Hello, Prime."

"Kiroh, I am glad you made it."

Kiroh smiled. "Of course. I apologize for the time it took. There are times when I enjoy soaking in my surroundings."

"Don't worry about it." Optimus smiled. "This," He motioned to Elita, "is Elita-One."

"Elita is fine."

Kiroh nodded. "Hello, Elita." Kiroh turned his attention back to Optimus. "I noticed there is a lot of Praxians here."

Optimus nodded. "Iacon took in a lot of the Praxians after what happened earlier in the orn."

Kiroh sighed. "It is a shame. I loved Praxus, and for it to have been demolished like that is awful, but the orn is almost over, perhaps next orn will be better."

"Let us hope." Optimus agreed. "I am sending search teams in to see if they can find anymore survivors."

Kiroh nodded. "Good." He glanced over to Optimus. "I wouldn't be over stepping by asking if there is a Synchro here, would I?"

Elita stepped forward. "That wouldn't be a bad thing, would it?"

Kiroh laughed. "Primus no!" Elita frowned at his reaction. Kiroh, noticing the frown stopped laughing. "I am guessing he is here, and you have met him. He is a… strong personality. Very strong. Almost pungent, like an aging energon." Kiroh nodded. "He is caring though. If Synchro is here, then that means Prowl is as well."

Optimus nodded. "Yes."

"They are well?"

"Indeed." Optimus confirmed. "How do you know Prowl?"

"Prowl?" Kiroh smiled. "He is one of those memorable students."

"Student?"

"Yes." Kiroh answered. "He was brought to me as a youngling by a worrying sire. I taught him until there wasn't anything left to teach."

"Prowl?" Elita asked.

"Prowl." Kiroh nodded. "On his chevron there is a golden plate in the middle. In Praxian customs having that golden plate means that you've mastered a skill. It is very honoring to have it. Not many Praxians do. It is a hard thing, to master something."

"What exactly is Prowl a master of? I get that it's servo to servo combat, but what kind?"

"Circuit-su." Kiroh answered. "I teach many forms, but that one is the hardest. Not because the forms are difficult, but because there are so many different forms, and it takes so much time to learn them all. Prowl, he was a wonder that one."

Optimus smiled. "I see. Thank you for coming to help us."

Kiroh nodded. "Do not worry about it. I am happy to help."

Rung glanced over to his apprentice from his place on the airship. Smokescreen was his best, and lately, his most worrisome.