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Credits

Bumblebee and Cosmos had, after many decacycles of travel, managed to make it back to Earth. It had been an enjoyable trip, seeing many different locations, not to mention visiting a variety of planets and outposts. But alas, they had been called back that way another group could explore and take a break from everyday life.

Bumblebee stretched, joints popping back into place after the long flight. He spotted a shop selling homemade energon goodies. With a wide grin, he pointed them out to Cosmos.

Cosmos smiled, his tanks had been running low and while it may be better to simply get some energon cubes instead, the treats were a very alluring prospect…

Bumblebee, like a sparkling in a candy shop, eagerly picked out several energon goodies while Cosmos reached into his subspace. His smile instantly faded, a look of worry replacing it.

Bumblebee glanced over; curious as to what Cosmos was upset about. "Is something wrong?"

Hesitantly, Cosmos replied, "My apologies Bumblebee, but I believe I left our credit book two galaxies away."

"We can just go back and-wait… two galaxies?" Realization of just how far away two galaxies was dawned on Bumblebee.

"I think I left it at the Neutral outpost on the edge of the second galaxy."

Bumblebee went through some maps stored in his processor, locating the exact point in which Cosmos was referring to. "Is it possible for them to send it here?"

"We could see if they can transfer our credits to the Bank of Earth. It would be quicker."

Bumblebee slumped, helm hanging slightly in defeat. "You can't make intergalactic transfers?"

The bank employee, a human, blinked a few times in wonder, "Why would we have such a thing? It isn't possible for us to reach the edge of this solar system, let alone enter different galaxies. Besides, it would take several generations to make the trip, even if it was possible."

Cosmos sighed as they left the bank, "Bumblebee, I truly am sorry."

Prowl rubbed his helm, tired from the day's worth of work. He looked up as Cosmos and Bumblebee entered his office for the second time that day. The two sat down and waited patiently for the news.

Putting his datapads into a neat pile off to one side of his desk, Prowl began, "I got in touch with the outpost. A neutral ship is leaving the outpost for Earth in the next few orns. I've made the appropriate arrangements and they will be bringing the credit book here."

Cosmos smiled, a swell of relief washing away his previous worries, as he stole a glance at Bumblebee. "If I may inquire, what do they want in exchange for their services?"

"Ratchet turned in a report today requesting supplies that can be bought in bulk from the same neutral outpost the two of you came from. I inquired about the credit book, which had been handed in to the mech in charge around the time of your departure. They will be sending it as well." Prowl stifled back a yawn, doorwings sagging just the slightest, "I also promised them a batch of high-grade from the twins. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker owe Jazz multiple favors. Whether it be favors or actually blackmail, I'd rather not know at this point in time."

"Thank you, Prowl." The two got up and headed to the Rec Room in order to get the much-needed energon. Jazz supposedly was holding a party for their return.