A/N: Work is wiping the floor with me. XD Literally, I mop sometimes. I'll do anything to meet Peter Cullen though. XD I just have to tell myself, "This is for Peter Cullen." As I chop meat and weep as the onion fumes enter my eyeballs. XD I work in the kitchen at a local convenience store. It's fun.

Sorry about any typos and stuff.

REVIEWS!

Autobotschic: XD *Shyly looks down, and shifts on feet.* Auto did. Auto told me about . YES! BLACKMAIL! MWUHAHAHAHA! I wanted Moonracer to be like Fighter. Always happy, but for the most messed up reasons. XD WORK HARDER YOUNG LADY!

Answerthecall: XD Things get better! I promise!

Zrexheartz: helms will roll, that's what is going to happen.

IvoryCrawler: XD I hope too much isn't happening at once.

Shizuka Taiyou: Definitely not Chromia! It's probably make her sick.

Bluestreak shot up when his alarm went off. He hissed in pain as his helm slammed into the bottom of Hound's berth. "Ow…" He rolled off the berth, as he rubbed his helm. He dragged himself over to his desk, and grabbed his data pad, quickly he entered his log in information, and checked his messages. Two from Freefire, and one from Livewire. He opened the one from Livewire.

FROM: Livewire

SUBJECT: Training

Hey,

I just wanted to make sure we were still meeting in the west wing's shooting range.

Oh, and Freefire says 'Hi.'

Livewire

Bluestreak quickly went to his schedule, and checked the day's training information.

TO: Livewire

SUBJECT: RE:Training

As far as I know we are still in the west wing's shooting range. I haven't been told otherwise.

Bluestreak

He quickly sent the message and sighed as he opened the next one.

FROM: Freefire

SUBJECT: Can't find my rifle

Bluestreak, I think somebody stole my rifle…

Just like you stole my spark ;)

Freefire

Bluestreak quickly hit the delete button before moving on to the next.

FROM: Freefire

SUBJECT: Seriously, I can't find it.

In all seriousness, I really lost my rifle…

Freefire

Bluestreak sighed. How does somebody lose a rifle?

TO: Freefire

SUBJECT: RE: Seriously, I can't find it.

You can use the training rifles in the shooting range until you find yours. Please remember to return it after the class is over.

Bluestreak

Bluestreak hit send, and sighed. It was going to be a long orn.

Charger walked quickly behind Synchro as the two left the Iaconian base. "Where are we going exactly?"

Synchro glanced back, and sighed. "Striker is in Iacon. We're going to find him."

Charger nodded. "Where did you send Crypt?"

"I sent Crypt to find out as much as he could on Barricade."

Charger nodded. "The kid really is missing, huh?"

"It seems so." Synchro sighed. "He didn't seem like the type that would run off with a strange adult."

"Maybe he knew them." Charger shrugged. "Some creators come back for their younglings when it suits them best. Even after the younglings are abandoned."

Synchro glanced back. "Are you talking out of experience?"

"No, before I joined you, I wanted to help those younglings."

Synchro smirked. "That is very kind of you Charger. But it's a bunch of Scrap. You wanted the credits."

"Don't talk like you know me!" Charger rolled his optics. "I took care of Blue, didn't I?"

"Had no choice." Synchro smirked. "Let's find Striker."

"You know exactly where the mech is." Charger smirked. "Just as well as I do."

Synchro smiled. "Of course I do. That doesn't mean he'll be there for very long though."

Bluestreak smiled as he walked into the shooting range. It reminded him of the one that used to be Praxus. His Sire had it built for him to train in. This one a little smaller, but it was still very beautiful.

Bluestreak reached his servo out, and allowed his digits to glide over one of the shooting stall's counter. A Content smile filled his face. He loved the shooting range. It was his place. His element.

"BLUE!" Bluestreak frowned as he turned, and side stepped a yellow and gray blur. Freefire rammed into the stall, and flipped over the counter. "I'm okay!" Freefire jumped up, and leaned against the counter. "How YOU doin?"

"I'm good."

Freefire smiled. "This is going to be our first class!"

Bluestreak nodded. "Yeah. As soon as Livewire gets here, I'll tell you guys what we're going to do today."

Freefire nodded. "Sure. I hope you're one of the things we're doing."

Bluestreak's doorwings went rigid. "I uh… Please don't say things like that."

Freefire giggled. "Okay." He jumped over the counter and smiled. "Do you have the key to gun locker?"

"The code? Yeah."

"Cool, pull me out a rifle! I wasn't joking… I lost mine."

"How?" Bluestreak walked over to the gun locker, and typed in the code.

Freefire smiled. "I left it in the gun locker."

Bluestreak sighed. "You mean it's in the gun locker?" Bluestreak opened the gun locker, and frowned as Freefire pulled out a rifle.

"Hello, sweetspark." He purred. "This is my favorite rifle. What kind do you use?"

"750." Bluestreak answered.

Freefire frowned. "That's an older model, isn't it? I hear the aim is off."

"Not by much. I've been using this one for so long that I got attached I guess."

Freefire smiled. "I hear Sentinel was offed by a 750. I guess the gun can be good for some things. I like the 1025 with an 850 scope."

Bluestreak shifted at the mention of Sentinel. "I'd watch the energy cartridges on that one." Bluestreak pulled his rifle case out of his subspace. "Sometimes the casing on them is too weak and they burst in your subspace.

Freefire shrugged. "I guess all guns have their downsides."

"I'm a little late, sorry." Livewire walked into the room. "I'm not usually."

"Hi." Bluestreak smiled, as he quickly assembled his rifle. "We have fifteen students today. That's five for each of us. Um, I guess you two can pick from the list over there."

Livewire nodded. "Sure. What are we going to be doing today?"

"I want them to learn how to take apart, clean, and put back together their rifles. We won't move on until they can all do it perfectly. If they can't keep their rifles nice, they don't need one."

Livewire raised an optic ridge. "Tough teacher Bluestreak." He smiled.

Bluestreak laughed. "It was how I was taught. Ironhide was no slacker."

Freefire frowned. "His femme is hot though."

Livewire smacked Freefire. "Shut up. That's his bond mate. Learn some fragging respect, mech."

Crypt sighed as he exited the youngling school. The teachers weren't very helpful at all. None of them wanted to admit they sent a student with the wrong adult, and none of them wanted to hand over information about what the said adult looked like. The Slaggers. With a growl he stomped away from the school, deciding to opt out for asking if any other bots around the school had seen Barricade.

"Hey!" Crypt ran up to a green mech. "You seen this youngling?" He pulled out a holocubes, allowing the image of Barricade to flash onto the screen.

"No. I haven't. He missing?"

"Yeah." Crypt sighed. "Whoever took the mech knew what they were doing."

The mech nodded. "Sorry."

"No problem. He ain't mine." Crypt sighed as he offlined the holocubes. "Thanks anyways." He started walking away, only for something to grip his leg.

"Mister, I saw him." Crypt glanced down. A small blue youngling stared up at him. "He was with a green femme. I remember."

Crypt crouched down. "A green femme, huh?"

The mechling nodded. "Yeah. Cade ran up to her, and yelled, 'cove!' really loud. I tried to be friends with him, but he punched me."

Crypt nodded. "I see. You want to punch him back if I find him?"

"Could I?" The mechling's face brightened.

"Sure. Thanks kid."

"You're welcome!"

Bluestreak watched as his four mechs and one femme slowly put their rifle's back together. "Your rifle won't fire if you don't put the fuse in, Shifter."

Shifter, a red mech, growled. "Slag it! How the pit is this so hard?"

Kia, a white femme burst out laughing. "It's not hard, idiot. You just have to learn."

Shifter pushed his rifle away from him. "This is slag! I'm supposed to be learning to shoot a fragging gun, not build one!"

"You can't do anything if you can't maintain your weapon. If your rifle gets too dirty it won't shoot, or worse, the charge will go back, and blow up in your faceplates. It's best to just learn how to do this and get it over with. That way we can start shooting as soon as possible." Bluestreak sighed. "Freefire, please keep your optics on your team, and not my aft."

"No promises!" Freefire laughed.

Livewire sighed from his place with his group. "Freefire, I will beat you."

"You can try!"

Bluestreak groaned and turned back to his team. "Take it apart, and try again. Remember, Shifter, fuse, then the energy coil."

Shifter groaned. "Frag that." He leaned over his rifle, and slowly started taking it apart.

Kia glanced up at Bluestreak. "I have another training course in like five breems, mind if I leave early?"

Bluestreak nodded. "Go ahead. Good job today."

Kia smiled. "Thanks. My Sire owned a shooting range. I can take almost any gun apart, and put it back together."

Bluestreak smiled. "See you next orn."

"Bye!" Kia called as she ran out of the room.

Bluestreak turned back to his last four mechs and sighed. "Keep trying."

Synchro and Charger walked into the huge building, mechs walking quickly from place to place. A Counter stood over to the side of the huge lobby. Synchro glanced back to Charger. "I hate Magnus."

Charger laughed. "That's probably why Striker ran here."

Synchro sighed as he walked over to the counter. A prim and polished femme sat behind it, typing away on a computer. "One moment."

"I need Magnus."

The femme glared over at Synchro. "I said a moment." She quickly turned back to her monitor.

Synchro huffed. "I'll just find him myself then!"

Charger giggled as the femme glared at Synchro. She slowly stood up, and leaned over the counter. "What part of a moment do you not understand?"

Synchro snorted. "The part where I have to wait."

The femme smiled. "We have a process here. Follow it, or leave. Magnus is in his office top floor. He's in a meeting, so wait outside the door. Good orn, Synchro."

Synchro sneered as he turned away. "Hate this place."

Charger burst out laughing. "Don't worry, Synchro, I'm sure we'll only have to wait for a couple orns."

"Frag waiting! I'm going in!" Synchro stepped into the lift with Charger right behind him. He pressed the button for the top floor, and waited as the lift shut, and carried them up.