The looong awaited chapter! I'm so sorry guys! I am going to do a few time skips for the next couple chapters. This chapter is about a five year time skip.

Optimus Primes view:

Five stellar cycles. It has been five stellar cycles now since my little Starlight was born. She's grown into quite the spunky little femmie, very similar to how her creator was when she was he age. Her coloring was similar to her creators as well, aquamarine, though she had the same color of blue as me for her trim. Bumblebee had also grown quite a bit. His coloring was yellow and black. I wasn't quite sure where those colors came from seeing as Rocket was orange and red and Coraline was yellow and lime green. Starlight was now tall enough to peer over my desk that came up to my waist while little Bee could just barley peer over it if he stood on the tip of his peds. I wonder if he will always be shorter.

Both of them were inseparable still but had become quite the pranksters. She and Bumblebee are currently in the corner of my new office for playing a prank that caused our new tactician Prowl's processor to lock up. Neither one of them where to look away from the corner of the wall until I could come up with a good punishment.

"Sire I'm sorry, I didn't think it would make him lock up." Starlight said sadly. I knew she truly was but she still had to be punished.

"Jazz said it was funny." Bumblebee mumbled. I glared down at the young mech. Of course Jazz did, at least up until Prowl locked up.

"Be glade I'm the one giving you the punishment and not Ratchet." I watched as both of them stiffened and cringed at the thought. The medics temper wasn't one to mess with.

"So…what do we have to do?" Starlight asked.

"Well you're going to have to help by taking over Prowl's tasks for a while." I sighed. "And that doesn't mean you get to go out into the battle field." Both whined at that. Now that they were older, they wanted desperately to help out with the war effort. I was of course saddened by this but what choice was there? One day they would go out into the field and it would be out of my control. "The three of you will be gathering reports and writing a few as well."

"Three?" both bots asked.

"Tha's right. You two an' me." Jazz said from my offices door way. "We'll be gettin' Prowler's reports for 'im and doing a few, well the ones that we can any way." He shrugged.

Both young bots seemed to enjoy the fact that they were going to hang out with Jazz for the day but I had told him repeatedly that this wasn't supposed to be fun. I knew thought that Jazz would try to disobey and do it anyway.

"You two may move now." I said as I stood up from my desk. "Jazz, here's the list of bots you need to meet and reports you need." I handed him the data pad. "Have fun."

Starlight's view:

Bee and I followed Jazz down the long halls of the base. This place apparently had gotten a lot bigger. Sire told it was just a small bunker not too long ago, but now it's practically a small city. At the center of the base is all off the living quarters while the outside was all of the military type things. Honestly I never really quite understood everything that went on.

"Hey Ratchet." I froze at the name and looked up to see Jazz was talking to the red and white mech. Ratchet looked mad, though that was usual.

"The frac to you want Jazz? I'm busy trying to wake Prowl up." He yelled.

"Ay just need the reports…"

"You'll get the reports when you get them now scram!" Ratchet turned and left. No wonder everyone was scared of Ratchet.

"'Ight so…next is Black Sunshine on the gun inventory." Jazz said to himself. Bumblebee and I looked at each other. We hated Black and really didn't want to see him. Who knows what he would do to us.

"Jazz, do we have to?" I asked. "He…doesn't seem to like us."

"He doesn't like anyone. Don't worry, I got cha." Jazz smiled. I smiled back. I trusted Jazz but I wasn't going to turn my back on Black.

"Knock knock." Jazz said cheerfully as he knocked on the door to the armory. I could never understand or figure out why he was so cheerful but I liked him for it. The door made a clicking noise and a hissing sound as it opened to revile a huge darkly colored mech with red optics.

"What?" Black said gruffly. How was he not a 'Con?

"Hey, got those inventory reports?" Jazz asked. Though I noticed Black Sunshine wasn't looking at Jazz but at us. I moved closer to Jazz as did Bee.

"You sure you want those with these two around?" Black growled. I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze and felt Bee shiver slightly.

"OP's orders. They're my shadows for the day. So, got'em?" Jazz said, blowing off his obvious annoy-meant of us.

"Tsk…" he stepped back into the room to retrieve the reports. Bee and I peeked in to see rows upon rows of guns, ammo and other strange weapons.

"Wow…" we both said in amazement.

"Cool huh? Maybe one day one o' you two will run the weapons depot huh?" Jazz smiled.

"Quite you gocking! Here's you slagging report." Black growled and shoved the report into Jazz's chest plate. He then slammed the door.

"Well…that covers that…" Jazz sighed. "Moving on!"

Sorry if it was short and all. Writers block kinda sucks