A/N: I started my job today so I can save for Texas Comic Con, and be able to meet Peter Cullen. It wasn't awful. I can't feel my feet. I'm starving.

Autobotschic: YOU CAN ONLY HAVE ONE! YOU GREEDY GREEDY MONSTER! That comment will be used as Blackmail for Freefire. XD You stalker. WRITE IT! XD

Answerthecall: XD He'll get over it!

Zrexheartz: XD I like being mean to him for some reason.

IvoryCrawler: XD Find out next week on… XD I take that back. It probably won't happen next week. XD Thank you!

Kyleisdabest: I'll try my best! They are going to be a major part of the story later though, so I guess I won't have to try too hard! XD

Shizuka Taiyou: Probably. XD

Bluestreak hummed as he typed in the code for his room. "You'll love Hound. He's so nice." The door slid open, and Bluestreak stepped into the lit room. "Hello!"

"BLUE!" The green mech leapt from his top berth, and practically absorbed Bluestreak into a hug. "Primus! I heard what happened, are you alright?"

"Y…eesss." Bluestreak forced out. "Yo…u're hur…ting… me."

"Primus!" Hound released him. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay. Oh!" Bluestreak turned to the door. "Smokey, come on in!"

Smokescreen stepped into the room cautiously. "Hi."

Bluestreak smiled. "Hound, this is Smokescreen."

"Is he your brother?"

Bluestreak giggled. "Nope! Smokey, this is Hound, my roomie!"

Hound smiled. "Hi, Smokescreen."

"Hello." Smokescreen nodded.

"Smokey is here to help Ring w-"

"Rung."

"Rung. Right. He's here to help Rung with the Processor stuff."

Smokescreen rolled his optics. "Yeah, processor stuff."

Hound laughed. "Right. You're doing the psychoanalysis of the Wreckers and special ops, right?"

Smokescreen frowned. "Helping with it. Rung is my teacher."

"Oh. Cool! You might be interviewing a friend of mine. Mirage."

Smokescreen nodded. "Cool." He glanced around the room, and frowned. "This place is kind of bare…"

Bluestreak looked around and shrugged. "Most of my stuff is in my subspace. I haven't really gotten around to unpacking."

Smokescreen gave Bluestreak a side glance. "You've been that busy?"

"Well, not really…"

Hound laughed. "Are you serious? Between all the times you go out with the twins, and all the time you take care of that youngling, I don't see how you get much done."

"Twins?" Smokescreen glanced over to Bluestreak.

"Ah, ha ha. The twins, Sideswipe, you met him earlier, and his brother Sunstreaker. They're really nice."

"I see." Smokescreen frowned. "You haven't been… you know…"

"Interfacing? No!"

"I was going to say drinking high grade, but it's good to know you haven't been interfacing either."

Bluestreak's doorwings flew up as he covered his mouth. "Oh… Awkward…"

Smokescreen burst out laughed. "You'll live."

Hound smiled. "I have to get going, I have a training session in a little bit. You're classes start tomorrow, right?"

Bluestreak frowned. "I'll have to check my data pad. I think so, though."

Hound nodded. "Alright. See ya!" He waved as he walked out of the room, leaving Smokescreen, and Bluestreak by themselves.

Bluestreak sighed. "Let me check to see when my classes start, then we can do whatever you want." He ran over to a desk, and picked up a data pad.

Smokescreen followed his Sire and observed the desk. "You still have that?" He smiled as he picked up a small rock.

Bluestreak smiled. "You threw it at me the first time we met." Bluestreak laughed. "I remember the enforcer you were staying with laughed for at least ten breems."

Smokescreen tossed the rock up and down in his servo. "I thought you were stupid for keeping it. After all, it did leave a huge aft dent on your helm."

Bluestreak shrugged. "I have good memories with that rock."

"You are an idiot." Smokescreen snorted as he sat the rock down. "Is that all you've unpacked? Just the rock?"

"Truthfully, I didn't bring a lot with me to begin with. I brought the rock, a couple of Prowl's old data pads, and a whole bunch of holocubes."

"That's it." Bluestreak smiled as he started working on the data pads again. "I have a class in the morning."

"I think Rung and I start in the morning as well."

"We can meet up for mid orn refuel!"

Smokescreen nodded. "That's fine."

"Yay! What do you want to do now?"

"I wouldn't mind looking at the holocubes." Smokescreen shrugged.

Bluestreak smiled. "Alright."

Synchro sighed as he knocked on the Prime's door. Usually he wasn't one for knocking, but this was a special occasion. "Enter." The muffled voice of the Prime drifted through the door. The doors opened, and Synchro walked in.

Ironhide stood beside the Prime's desk, his helm fell to the side when he saw Synchro. Optimus glanced up from his desk, and slowly sat down his stylus. "Synchro, hello."

"Hello."

"What do I owe the pleasure?"

"Is that a polite way of asking what the frag I want?"

Optimus smiled. "Yes."

Synchro nodded. "I need to use a secure communications line."

"What for?"

"To contact a friend. Unfortunately, he's… sensitive about how you reach him."

Optimus glanced over to Ironhide. Ironhide just shrugged. "All the communication lines with Synchro are secure. I have no idea."

Optimus nodded. "Very well. I'll set up a line in the communications hub."

"Not good enough." Synchro snorted. "I need it to be private."

"Alright then, you can use mine, right over there. It won't be private, given Ironhide and I ar-"

"I don't care about you two tin cans." Synchro muttered as he walked over to the communication center. "Where is the screen on this thing?"

Ironhide pointed up on the wall where a giant monitor took up a good portion. "Right there. Before you do that, can we talk quickly."

Synchro sighed. "Fine. Hurry up though."

"In the hall."

Optimus frowned. Synchro gave Ironhide a suspicious glance. "Fine."

Ironhide nodded, and lead the way out of the room. "I'll be right back, Optimus." Ironhide sighed as the doors shut behind Synchro.

Synchro gave Ironhide a glare. "What?"

"Barricade went missing."

"Your youngling?" Synchro leaned up against the wall. "What do you want me to do about it?"

Ironhide growled. "Find him."

Synchro huffed. "You think I can do that?" He let out a laugh. "I can't do anything right now! Everything I do has to through Magnus. He's a pain in my aft!"

"I don't care what you have to do! Find him!" Ironhide growled.

Synchro shook his helm. "Fine. I'll put Crypt and Charger on it." Synchro glared. "Can go back and make my call which at this point is a thousand times more important."

"Go." Ironhide sighed.

Synchro nodded as he walked back into the room. Optimus glanced up. "Ironhide didn't maim you?"

"He could try." Synchro smiled as he walked to the communications unit. He typed in the code, and stepped back.

Almost immediately an image of a sea green femme popped up on screen. Her face lit up when she saw Synchro. "Synchie!"

"Don't call me that, Moonracer."

"Part of me hoped you died in the bombing." The femme laughed. "I suppose you want to talk to Arcee?"

Synchro rolled his optics. "No. I wish to speak with Striker."

Moonracer frowned. "No can do."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I would, if I could, but Arcee told me that if you call, you are to talk to her first. She's pissed."

Striker groaned. "On a scale from one to I should run, how pissed?"

"You should have started running yesterday."

"Of course." Synchro sighed. "Patch me to her."

"Are those your final words? Any messages you want me to relay?"

"Yeah, tell Unicron I found his spawn."

"Who would that be?" Moonracer frowned.

"You."

"HA! That's funny. I'm not the spawn of Unicron, Synchro. I am Unicron." Moonracer smiled before the screen went black, and soon a pink femme lit up the screen. Her face scrunched up in a scowl.

"Synchro!" She growled.

"Arcee!" Synchro smiled. "How are you this fine orn."

"Awful. Striker ruined this place. Where are you anyways?"

"The Prime's office. I need to speak with the afthole."

Arcee leaned back in her chair. "You can't."

"I keep hearing that. Why can't I?"

"He isn't here. He up and left." Arcee brought her pedes up onto her desk.

Synchro cursed. "And you let him go?"

"He had a hostage. What did you want me to do?" Arcee shrugged.

"Since when do you care about hostages?" Synchro glared.

"Well," A smile rushed over Arcee's features. "I didn't particularly care for this one, I was just too busy laughing at the slagger for taking one of his own mechs for a hostage."

Synchro sighed. "Do you at least know where he went?"

"Yeah, we have a tracker on him. He's in Iacon."

"YOU COULDN'T START WITH THAT?"

"I could have, but then we couldn't of had this wonderful conversation. By the way, the Praxian refugees are doing great. They're living in barracks, but that's about as good as I could do."

"Thanks."

"Have fun dealing with Striker." The screen went black.

Optimus stood up. "The mech I met while meeting with you the first time?"

"Yes." Synchro sighed. "I'll go find him. Don't worry your handsome Prime helm." Synchro smiled as he turned to leave the room. "Oh, and Ironhide, You might not like what I find. Be prepared."

Ironhide frowned as the mech left the room. He turned to Optimus with a sigh. "He's going to help find Barricade."

Optimus nodded. "I see. You could not just let the en-"

"No, I couldn't." Ironhide turned to Optimus. "They told us Barricade didn't exist. I took Chromia for energon earlier, but after that she locked herself in out quarters, and refuses to get up off the berth. I'm using all my resources."