A/N: Can we take a moment to talk about the proper reviewing procedures? XD At the bottom of the page there is a nice box, and what you do is you type your thoughts of a story in, and then click the review as …. Button.

Let me explain myself. Fighter, My beta, doesn't seem to know how to review, so I had to explain it to her. Maybe she'll review this chapter. XD

Autobotschic: XD NEVER THINK KIROH DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HE'S DOING! He does. XD Jazz says no. XD

Answerthecall: That last line actually wasn't supposed to be in there, but I'm glad it peaked people's interests. XD I accidentally typed it thinking I was typing on a different screen, and that's what I get.

Storylovers91: XD I'm sorry! I should really read through these before type on them. I had already started this chapter when I was answering the reviews, and I got confused on which one I was typing on. If you can't tell, that last line wasn't supposed to be in there either. . . I was going to fix it, but people had already reviewed mentioning it, and I didn't want to make them look like idiots… XD But Smokey is in this one! In fact, the first two sections are all about him!

Zrexheartz: I just had to bring him back! He is just so awesome!

Smokescreen had been over joyed when Rung had asked him to go to Iacon with him. When he walked into Rung's office, and Rung popped the question, Smokescreen felt like he was asked to bond with. He wasn't, but it felt like it. Rung asked him, out of all of his apprentices to go to Iacon to help do psychological evaluations! How awesome was that? Trick question, it was extremely awesome!

Smokescreen had almost forgotten about all of his problems, until he stupidly decided to Comm. Prowl. The bot had a habit of throwing all of his problems onto Smokescreen. Smokescreen didn't mind, but they were always huge problems that he didn't want anything to do with! This time was no different. Bluestreak had run off a few orns before without saying goodbye, and Prowl had no idea why. He was this close to crashing.

Smokescreen was worried about Bluestreak, of course, but he had far bigger issues, to him at least. He was still trying to get one of the patients his mentor saw regularly to go out with him. He wasn't getting anywhere very fast.

By the end of everything Smokescreen's mentor, Rung, made him call Bluestreak and make sure everything was alright. Smokescreen had even planned a meeting with him. Which he was surprisingly excited about. He and Bluestreak never fully got over the whole "Incident", as they called it. Their meetings were awkward, for Smokescreen at least.

Rung glanced over to his apprentice from his place on the airship. Smokescreen was recharging, his helm leaning up against the ships window. Smokescreen was his best, and lately, his most worrisome. He didn't know what was going on with him.

Smokescreen had been distant. He seemed like he wasn't recharging much, and his excitement about a lot of things had gone downhill. Rung would say the mech was depressed, if he hadn't known the bot so well. Smokescreen was plotting.

Smokescreen's gambling problem was well known. Rung had tried to keep the mech from it, but gambling seemed hardwired into his processor. One problem of Smokescreen's that was not well known, was his obsession with getting what belonged to him. If somebody owed Smokescreen credits, he would go to the end of the world to get them from the mech. He'd become just like he was now until he got what he wanted. It was worrisome indeed.

Synchro huffed as he stomped to his own berth in the medical bay. He was kicked out of his own youngling's room all because, "visiting hours are over". Fragging medics. He sighed as he pulled himself up onto his berth, and glared over to Prowl. "What's the news?"

"Oh ah see! Ah'm not good enough for Synchro."

Synchro rolled his optics. "Hello Jazz."

"Heya."

Prowl allowed a small smile to cross his face. "So far everybody except Sliver and Scatter Frost are accounted for."

Synchro frowned. "Where did they go?"

"We do not know. They were on the evacuation ship, and apparently somewhere between the landing pad, and the main building, we lost them."

"How do you lose two femme's, Prowl?"

"I do not know."

"Well find out." Synchro ordered. "I dug those two out of Kaon myself. I'll be fragged if they run off now."

"Yes, sir." Prowl nodded as he stood up. "I'll go do that."

"Ah'll come with ya!" Jazz bounced after Prowl as they made their way out of the medical bay, leaving a fuming Synchro in their wake. "So!" Jazz smiled over to Prowl.

"What, Jazz?"

"Wanna go out?"

"We are. We are going to look for Sliver and Scatter Frost."

Jazz snorted. "Okay then."

The room was dark. There was no doubt about that. Sliver didn't know how long her and her sister had been there, but it was a while. She was tied tightly to a chair, her bond to her sister wide open. Waves of pain washed over her even though her, herself was unharmed. "Please! Let us go!"

"Sliver…"

Sliver winced at the sound of her sister's static filled voice. Scatter Frost; Her other half, hung a ways from the floor by nothing but a sword going through her shoulder, and piercing into the wall behind her. "Don't talk." She ordered. "Covenant! You glitch! Let us go! I know you can hear me!"

Light flooded into the room as the door opened, and the silhouette of a femme stood in the door way. "Yes, I can hear you, but I'm not hearing what I want to hear."

"Let us go!" Sliver yelled. "If you don't Scatter Frost is going to Offline!"

"What do I care?"

Sliver glared at the femme. "We were friends! You should care about what happens to your friends!"

"Were." Covenant stepped into the room. As the door shut behind her, the light that once flowed in was blocked out. "We were friends." Covenant stepped over to Scatter Frost, and stared at her with sorrow. "I am sorry for pinning you up like that. I was aggravated."

"You betrayed us! Why are you doing this? If you're so sorry, then stop!"

Covenant slowly turned to Sliver, her face barely visible. "You want to talk about betrayal? Fine." She slowly stepped forward until she was right in front of the chair, gazing down at Sliver. "You betrayed me first. We were friends. If we were such good friends, why won't you tell me about Silverstreak? Why won't you tell me who he is?"

"He's family!" Sliver yelled, lurching forward against the chains. Covenant stood silently as Sliver struggled uselessly. "He's somebody I care about!" Sliver finally stopped struggling. "Somebody dear to me."

"Do you care about them more than your own splitspark?" Covenant asked as she walked back over to Scatter Frost.

"What are you doing?" Sliver asked, fear from both her bond and herself filling the bond.

Covenant paused in front of Scatter Frost, and reached for the hilt of the sword holding her up. She paused right before she grabbed it. "You would offline if she was terminated, wouldn't you, Sliver."

"Stop."

Covenant reached forward, grabbing the hilt firmly. "Funny. I don't want to."

"Stop it!" Sliver screamed. "STOP!"

"Then tell me who Silverstreak is."

"I can't!"

Covenant growled as she turned violently to Sliver. "WHY NOT?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because Targa is offline!" Covenant screamed. "Your precious Silverstreak did it, and he has to pay! I'm going to take away from him what he took away from me, and he's going to watch!"

Sliver's optics widened. "What are you talking about?"

"Targa took a job. The last one he'd ever have to take! We were getting out of the pit hole called Kaon! We were leaving! Targa, me, all those younglings! All he had to do was finish that last job. Cover for some bodyguard, so the Prime could go watch the stupid gladiator battles!"

"Corse…" Sliver groaned. "Targa was covering for Sentinel's security officer Corse. Covenant, please! Silverstreak didn't know that! He didn't know that wasn't Corse! He was acting on orders!"

"I DON'T CARE! Targa was the only thing I had. The only thing I cared about!" Covenant stomped over to Scatter Frost. "Just like she's the only thing you really, truthfully care about." She grabbed the hilt of the sword, and pulled with all her might.

Sliver screamed as the ghost pains ripped through her frame. She heard her sister's screams drowning out her own.