Warnings: many of the character's will be ooc.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Transformers.

Klik equal to seconds

Breem equal to minutes

joor equal to hours

deca-cycle equal to weeks

Orn equal to days

cycles equal to months

Vorns equal to years

He came to with a groan his arms, legs, and wings stiff from being chained in their current position for too long. It had been deca-cycles since Smokescreen, along with a few others, had been capture by their fellow Enforcers when it became apparent that they wouldn't become the loyal drones of Megatron or in Prowl's case Sentinel Prime. Speaking of his brother, Smokescreen scanned the area for his younger brothers' signature and sigh when he did find him further down from his location. They were the only ones left the rest were either taken back up or deactivated.

He scans Prowl again checking on his condition and growled when he found what they had done to him. he was in worst condition then him but while he was in pain from his wings being strung up and some of the overlapping metal feathers were missing the rest of the damage was cosmetic. It was the extra signature that was near Prowls spark that had the other Praxian angry. Smokescreens sensors were not as strong as some medics or even their carriers but every Enforcer had one for similar situations.

Smokescreen was going to deactivate whoever had sparked his brother, that is if his sire and carriers didn't get to them first. Prowl wasn't carrying when they were taken, he knew that much, and the newspark was still too young to have been circling Prowls spark long. The elder Praxian first thought was to get both of them out of their prison before either Megatrons lackeys or Sentinel's spies came back for them. just how he was going to get out of his chains to do just that was the problem.

"Prowl?" he tried calling his brother. He was hoping that his brother could use his battle computer to give a solution. "Come bro time to wake up."

When his brother didn't stir, Smokescreen became very worried but that didn't last long when Prowl groaned.

"Smokescreen?"

"Hey bro how ya feeling?"

"like I have been run over then having to be force to listen to you on top of that," came the sarcastic reply.

"I am feeling the love from that sentence." Prowl snorted before groaning again. "They really put you through the ringer huh." Smokescreen just barely able to see his brother out of the corner of his optic.

"It is not just what damage they had inflicted that I feel drain." Prowl having a better vantage of the surrounding cells gave Smokescreen a look when the other Praxian gaped at him. "It must have escape your mind that those who are carrying would know that they are carrying Smokescreen."

"Yeah-well I wasn't sure that you would and I am shutting up now." The more colorful Praxian snap his lip plates shut when Prowl glared at him.

"I am aware of what has happened Smokescreen," there he winces. "he made sure that I knew who it was."

"they-he-you were conscious?" then even more serious, "Are you bonded to him?"

"Yes. And no I am not."

"Oh," Smokescreen was quiet letting everything he had just heard sink in. "Who?"

"I believe that that information is irrelevant now."

"But."

"We have more pressing matters to attend to first Smokescreen, we need to escape."

The gray and red Praxian waited for Prowl to tell him the plan but the black and white enforcer wasn't forth coming. After a few more breems he went about to asking but Prowl spoke before him.

"To stop the energy drain that comes with having the newspark as well as my battle computer I had to turn off my battle computer off. I am running mostly on my emotional centers now and any plan that I could come up with would be compromised." The black and white Praxian sag in his restraints. "Right now I am a liability to you. It might be best if yo-

"Don't you dare say it, do not finish that sentence Prowl or so help me when I get out here I'll drag you by your chevron," Smokescreen growled. "I am not leaving you here."

Prowl, as much as the restraints would let him, sagged some more his doorwings hung limply. It was much easier to ignore the pain by listening to his brother then to dwell on how much the motion hurt. The black and white didn't know how his brother would react once he saw how damage the sensory panels were.

"We'll get out of here and get you to both Skylight and Swiftwind, who will be thrilled regardless of how the little spark was created or by who, and get you to a medic." Smokescreen stop when a thought occurs to him. "You do want to keep it; right?"

Prowl didn't answer him right away and Smokescreen had no doubt that even though his tact computer was off he was still weighing everything. But a slight nod in the positive and Smokescreen continued.

"Then we should consider Shadowveil, our sire will make sure that those responsible will be taken care of. Our capturers should know not to anger a pair of seeker carriers and their bonded Praxian who is also a high-ranking enforcer."

"That is if our sire is still functioning."

"Hey don't talk like that; I am sure that our carriers wouldn't allow him to be reprogram or deactivated without causing a scene." He tried to reassure his brother but a little doubt crept into his own thoughts. "Yeah, they would storm the precinct destroy those who dare get in their way and when they fine what happen to us they would terrorize the city until they found us."

The corners of Prowls lip plates twitched, "that is true."

While it was rare for Seekers to bond outside other seekers. Both Skylight and Swiftwind not only formed a trine with a Praxian but went and bonded with him. Then Skylight was sparked with Smokescreen then Swiftwind with Prowl. It was one of the reasons that they didn't have to normal doorwings like other Praxians nor the more sleeker wings favored by seekers. Their wings were more muscular and unlike seekers built for speed Prowl and Smokescreen glided and normally had to flap to gain any altitude. Prowls wings were charcoal gray with overlapping metal plates that could be feathers. Smokescreen's were a lighter gray but with streaks of red mixed in with the same overlapping plates.

The brothers had heard that their carriers were trying for another and that they were going to get Shadowveil, their sire, to be the one who carried. It was an interesting scene watching their sire trying to out maneuver two very determine seekers.

"being the creations of a couple of seekers does have some advantages. So, when they find out that your carrying," somehow even restrained as he was Smokescreen manage to twist just enough for Prowl to see the grin on his face. "Prepared to be spoiled dear little brother."

The red and gray Praxian laughed at Prowls sudden miserable looked and how he groans when the images of being smothered by their carriers and to a point their sire. The black and white was never one for being at the center of attention preferring to be in the background observing. Now, he would be in the forefront and forced to take things easy which meant no tactical work or pratol. The elder brother smirk at how much he could win from bets with Shadowveil on when Prowl would start acting like the younger creation in his escape attempts.

Both Praxian's jerked when the walls shook as they heard something impact the ceiling. They waited as more hits became more forceful. Smokescreen deciding not to wait any longer and find out just what was happening started working on his restraints as the building shook again. he broke loose and darted out of his cell and over to Prowl who was also working on getting free. Seeing more of the damage the elder brother hissed. One of Prowls legs would not be able to support much of his weight though he still could walk on it the older Praxian wasn't going to take any chances.

Once he had got Prowl out of his cell Smokescreen pulled the younger Praxian's arm over his shoulder and lead him out and up the set of stairs. Surprising to them both they were met halfway out by both of their carriers and sire. All three armed with smoking guns and energon covered talons. The brothers shutter their optics before they were enveloped in their carrier's arms. Their sire kept watch shooting every now and then before turning.

"we need to go now."

Smokescreen gaped as both seekers nodded and went ahead of them while Shadowveil pushed him and Prowl along while he took the rear. Up ahead he could hear Swiftwind and Skylight tearing through any who got in their way. when they made it to the surface, neither brother knew that they were underground, it was to find that the city that they once guarded was nearly reduce to rubble. The once proud crystal towers were shatter and smoke billow over where the crystal gardens were located. Next to him he hears Prowl's engine whine when he saw one of the few places that he loved to go to was destroyed.

He tries to get the younger mech to look anywhere but there draping his wings over Prowls shoulders. Smokescreen was worried on how Prowl was not acting like himself, even if the city was falling like it was now he knew that Prowl would not be acting so emotional. But he also knew that in a normal situation his brother would have his battle computer on and not be sparked. Looking up from his brother he met the concern optics of his sire and both carriers.

He shook his head and instead of trying to get more info out of him the three elders nodded though Swiftwind stared more intently at his creation. It was a very low and menacing growl that had all of them take a step away from the now angry seeker. Who turned and flew off to snatch one trine that was coming in to bomb the city again out of the sky throwing them to the ground and tearing them apart.

"We will be discussing this later," Skylight said but Smokescreen could hear the anger in his tone and looking to his sire could see that his whole frame was tense. It didn't take much to determine to why they were angry.

'damn trine bond,' he wanted to wait till they weren't ducking bombs and laser fire to tell them what had happen to the youngest member of their family.

Shadowveil retook his place in the rear while Skylight dragged the furious Swiftwind away from his energon lust and took up the front. Smokescreen and Prowl were kept in the middle but were handed their own rifles. When it looked like they were almost out of the city they were fired upon on all sides. Smokescreen pulled Prowl down as Shadowveil above them and both seekers took to the air. Smokescreen could feel the heat of the lasers and one of his wings were clipped by one fired too low. It was when the sound of laser fire grew quiet that Smokescreen looked up but it wasn't that they had stop firing that drew his attention it was the falling figure of his sire that had him staring.

Shadowveil seem to be falling slowly to Smokescreen who kept shielding Prowl from the sight. When he did hit the ground, Smokescreen could see a hold right where his spark chamber was. Both jerked from twin shrieks from the air and it was that movement that Prowl could see what his brother was hiding from him. he couldn't take his optics off his sire's graying frame not even the sudden snatch and grab by his carrier could make him react. As he was snatch up and into the air all he could see and hear was his sire and a dying city.

As they were carted through the air by their carriers both Praxian's were too stun to make any conversations. However, Smokescreen never took his optics off his younger brother till he saw that both Skylight and Swiftwind were dropping slowly out of the sky. When he took a closer look, he could see the edges of their frames starting to gray.

They made it to the outskirts of Praxus just were metal ended and the little bits of bioorganic started. It was something only to be found in non-habitual areas; only the cities were made entirely of metal or crystal. Areas outside that were a mixture of metal and organic and the further a bot got from the city the more organic the landscape became.

"We need to land, now." Smokescreen heard Skylight say.

"No kidding but there isn't anywhere safe to land right now. Not to mention that I am not leaving my creation without some way to protect himself while he is carrying." Swiftwind growled.

"It's not like he'll be alone, Swiftwind, Smokescreen will be with him and if we can just make it to Ratchet than Prowl and the newspark will be taken care of." Skylight tried to reason but her surviving trine mate was growling and holding Prowl close.

The two seekers land without too much difficulty in a small jagged outcropping that gave them cover but allowed them to see any who might approach them. But they no longer had the energy to move as their frames continue to gray.

Swiftwind was cooing and purring trying to get Prowl to respond but was having little luck. The young bot was still in shock and the drain of carrying wasn't helping.

Skylight having more energy than his mate drew Smokescreen to the side. "There isn't much time left for us so listen closely. You need to take Prowl and go; go and hid until this damn war is done or Sentinel is deactivate," he silent his creation when the bot tried to speak. "No arguments, they will take you brother and use him until he deactivates and with a newspark along the way they would either kill it or use it against him."

Smokescreen mutely nodded. He failed at keeping the coolant from building in his optics he pulled his wings tightly to his frame.

"Take him to the mountains between Vos and Praxus it's the only place the neither Deception or Autobot will go. But first get him to Ratchet he is a medic that owes your sire a favor and beside his…bedside manners he is the best at what he does. He'll see to Prowl but stay no longer then necessary. If the war drags on too much longer or Megatron wins get yourselves off planet."

Skylight mange a weak smile, "never doubt that I am proud of you."

Smokescreen gave his carrier a hug only to pull away when Prowl and Swiftwind came up. More like Swiftwind leading the young tactician but thankfully Prowl seemed to have some life back even if it was muted.

"He is fine but the shock of what has happen has taken its toll. Ratchets clinic is only a couple orns day of travel by wing but you'll have to go by foot which will take longer. Just make sure that both of you recharge before then." She subspace a few cubes of energon and handed both to Smokescreen. "while not the best thing for carrying mechs they see you till you get to that cranky medic."

Smokescreen subspace the cubes his wings drooping a bit but found himself wrap in dark gray wings of his brother. Not that surprise and more than happy that Prowl wasn't too bad off he turned to his carrier and Swiftwind. Both had curled up next to each in the time that he wasn't looking both completely gray sparks long gone.

The two brothers stood there in sad silence Prowl just a quiet at his name let Smokescreen cling to him as the other bot keen engine whining in distress at the lost. It was pass time when the two stars that gave their planet light faded and the two moons being the only light left hung above them that the two lost Praxian's moved away from the dead carriers.

With a flick of their still injured wings they started their trek to the medic that they were told to go to. they dare not fly for they could not waste the energy and the chance of being found and shot down was too high. So, what could take a couple orns by wing would take them longer on foot.

Using his own wings Smokescreen covered their retreating forms neither saying anything but grateful to know that they were not as alone as they felt. It did not escape the younger brothers notice that it also let Smokescreen scan the area since his wings were the less damage between them.

"Where will we go now?" Prowl asked sounding younger then he would normally.

"First we get you to a medic then there is a mountain range nearby that we can hid in. it'll be rough and it's not the best place to raise a sparkling but we will manage. So, no worries alright." Smokescreen said.

"But what about when the sparkling needs their upgrades. How will we-

"We will cross that bridge when we get there."

"Why would we have to cross a bridge?" those grey wings twitching in irritation.

"Just don't worry about that now okay Prowl," the older brother heading off one of Prowls glitch inducing questions.

"you will explain later."

"That's fine."

Two orns later and they had found the small camp that after careful questioning by Smokescreen that Ratchet was currently at. The elder Praxian left his brother outside the camp until he could verify that it was the right mech they had been looking for. They still have the sibling bond to communicate but only in short distances.

Smokescreen had just touch the door of the clinic before hearing shouting. He ducks just a something flew past his head follow by a running bot and a yell of curses from inside.

"Well are you going to sit there all orn or is there a reason why you came here?"

Smokescreen looked up from his crouched position and standing over him was a white and red bot with a gray chevron. The medi-bot gave a huff before leaving the mech staring off after him. once thought return to Smokescreen he scrambles up and into the clinic.

The clinic wasn't the best that the Praxian was used to, but he was used to ones that had everything it needed. This one was lacking but it was clean and well kept up with that the former enforcer could overlook the sparseness.

"If you're not injure, sick, or anything relate then get out. I have bots that need my attention more than somebot that doesn't." the white mech growled.

Smokescreen could see what his carrier meant by the medic's bedside manner. It was rough to almost non-existence. But if their sire and carriers trusted the mech.

"We were sent by Skylight and Swiftwind, my brother needs your help."

"I only see one of you and I very much doubt those crazy seekers settle down long enough to have sparklings." The red and white medi-bot huffed arms crossed. "Anybot crazy enough to bond to them I'll would toast to."

"Shadowveil was their trine and bond mate." He corrected, "Please Prowl needs to be seen before his energy gets too low. He has a newspark but isn't bonded and we rather the sire not fine us. our carriers and sire have been deactivated already when Praxus fell; not mention that we had been held against our will for deca-cycles without-

Smokescreen yelp when a wrench flew at him and soon found himself slammed against the clinic wall by the medic. The Praxian kept still waiting for the white and red mech to say something knowing it would be a bad thing if he challenges him now.

"You mean to tell me that you left you sparked brother who's not in the best condition alone? Out in the wilds? Are you stupide or what," Ratchet quirk an optic ridge before letting Smokescreen slip to the floor.

"It would have been worse if you turned out not to be who we had been told about. I'll never let Sentinel nor Megatron get his servos on Prowl." The Praxian engine growled.

The two mechs stared at each other neither backing down, until the door to the clinic swished open and a black and white mech step through wings wrapped around his shoulders like a

"Smokescreen, stop acting like everyone is the enemy," Prowls soft tone snapped the two older mechs out of their staring contest. "I am not so fragile that I can't last a few breems alone medic."

"So, you're the younger creation of those lunatic seekers and their sucker of a mate?" Prowl nodded though his wings arched up and twitched in amusement.

Prowl stood still as Ratchet came closer and he felt the familiar tingle as he was scanned. Then without words the medic pointed to an empty berth and the stern looked was enough to obey the silent order.

"I want to see how far along you are and then you are going to fill up on this energon and then you are going to get some recharge. You will keep your aft on that berth until I say otherwise, am I clear?"

The younger mech open his mouth to argue but shut it when Ratchet glared at him. Prowl wisely nodded and got settle on the berth.

"Alright you, out!" the medic shouted at Smokescreen. Not giving the other mech time to argue the Praxian was roughly shoved out of the room. "And you open up I need to examine the newspark."

Prowl hesitated for a for breems but reluctantly open his chest plates. He kept himself from flinching when Ratchet got in close and poked and prodded. It was one of the most humiliating things that Prowl had to go thru not including the spark rape he endured. It was only because the one looking in him now was a medic that made it more bearable.

When Ratchet order him to closed his chest plates Prowl soon found a cube of pale pink energon shoved in his face.

"Drink this, I can't give you the medical grade like I wish but this low grade for carriers is just as good. I want you to drink it all."

Prowl, took the cube taking small sips just to pacify the medic, but unlike other medics he couldn't fool the one standing in front of him.

"I'll stand right here if I have too." The medic groused tool in servo. "You need to be above sixty four percent before I can even start working on that leg."

Prowls wings droop and his slump in defeat. On the other side of the curtain he could hear his brother snickering.

"Don't think that I have forgotten about you, you little glitch. You can take the next berth and I'll be in there in a klik." The medic shouted. "Now you lay down and recharge."

Ratchet got to work in Prowls leg then left him alone all Prowl could do was just watched then stared at nothing. No matter how hard he wishes he wasn't ready to recharge just yet. He went over everything that he had experience in the last few cycles from being cornered in the tactical room by those already reprogramed, to being dragged to the cells that he hadn't known existed, tortured and betrayed by one who he had thought was a friend, then sparked rape by said friend and to losing both his sire and carriers.

It hurt and he did not want to go through the back log of those events. He wanted to delete everything that he had seen and if he was in recharge he wouldn't have a choice but to go through them. Smokescreen would say that it would be best if he did but Prowl couldn't disagree more.

He cursed that he had to go through these emotions. If he wasn't carrying he could just turn them off but since he is it would be too much of a power drain. He had no wish to go against an angry medic and an overprotective brother.

So, caught up in his own turmoil that he didn't realize that he was trembling nor that his engine was whining in distress. It was the sound of pedes and the warmth of his brother's wings that snap him out of it and just once Prowl let out a distressing trill when he saw that he had been seen in that state.

"I know it's a lot to deal with but you need the recharge," Ratchet said softly.

"Though I wish to follow your orders medic, I cannot just deal without turning on my battle computer," Prowl said keeping everything that he was feeling out of his voice.

The medic sighed, "If you can't recharge then I guess I have no choice then."

The two Praxian's narrow their optics. Wings arched up and the small plates up making them look bigger than they were.

Ratchet frowned, "now none of that both of you have several dents that need to be taken care of and both of you are low on energy. Whether you like it or not you are going to get the needed recharge."

"I like to see you try medic," Smokescreen threaten stepping in front of Prowl.

Ratchet watched as the two Praxian's unsheathe their claws ready to fight him. normally he could take on any mech or femme that came through his doors. But two very agitated Praxians would be a little difficult. Luckily, he had an ace in the hole something he had to do when two seekers he had dealt with in the past were just as volatile.

With quick movements, he first got in close to the elder of the two grabbing him by the chevron and yanking him down. Then to avoid the younger, he twisted back pulling the mech in his hold with him then only letting go long enough to grab him by the wings and yanked hard. Prowl just manage to scratch his paint when Ratchet twisted away but it was that movement that allow the medic to jab a needled in the main energon line. It was a strong sedative that work quickly. As the younger Praxian went under he avoided a swipe from the older one getting in close again he snakes a servo in the mechs side hitting the main line there and giving a stronger dose.

It only took breems before he had a floor full of Praxians. Sighing and cursing those same seekers from sending him their creations Ratchet first lifted Prowl then Smokescreen and laid both on a berth made just for winged mecha. The old medic was smart enough to know that he rather skips the unpleasantness that would happen if he had spilt them. going through what they did it would be best that they stayed together.

With both brothers curl tightly into each other wings hiding them from the world. Ratchet gave a wary sigh before leaving them to recharge. He had no idea how he was going to keep them hidden not with Sentinel's and the Councils spies crawling everywhere. He too would fine himself under fire. But that was all another orns to deal with. he rather deals with the problems he had now.

When the two stars that gave Cybertron light rose Ratchet was met with an unwelcome visitor in his clinic. He knew this mech, and he wished that he didn't. A silver mech lounging against his clinic walls was the best that the Autobots special ops had to offer. A small polyhexian name Meister.

"Nice morning medic I'v been waiting all morning, needed to ask ya something," the assassin said.

"And I am sure that it couldn't wait till after I have woken up and not have patients needing me," the medic growled.

The mech laughed, "That's what I like about ya medic." He sneered, "but it is not the best time to be smart with me."

A flick of his wrist and Ratchet felt the sting as something whiz by and heard a thud in the wall behind him. looking over his shoulder he saw embedded in the wall was a energon dagger. Taking a swipe at his face his servos came away with small lines of blue.

"it would be a shame should something happen to those patients that you care so much about."

"Fine, ask you questions then get out," Ratchet snarled but took a step between the mech and the two only patients he had. Grateful that there was a curtain hiding the two now.

"Have two injured Praxians come in recently? Brothers, both former enforcers older one gray and white with a yellow chevron; the younger black and white with a red chevron?" Meister walked lazily around the clinic picking up tools and acting like he was examining them only to put them back.

"No, haven't seen any of that frame type this far out. not that they would leave that city of theirs to begin with," Ratchet crossed his arms watching waiting ready to act even knowing that he was no match for the skilled poly.

"Now why don't I believe ya. You have been known to lie if you deem that you patient was in danger." Meister was suddenly right in Ratchets face. "But you're a smart mech, you wouldn't anger the Prime over a couple of decepticons sympathizers now would ya." He tilted his head audio horns flicking forward and backward.

Ratchet felt the tip of a dagger near his middle but he only saw Meister's claws trail down his face. But he definitely glared at the assassin's optics which only amused the silver mech more. The medic wasn't one for heroic's dying wouldn't help his patients but that didn't mean that he wouldn't fight those who could wipe the floor with him.

However, before he could tell Meister where he could shove his daggers the silver mech breezed past him and into the room containing his two Praxian patients. But both were confused to find the room empty nothing was disturb nothing to indicate that somebot was there. Ratchet was quick to cover his confusion.

"There, as you can see I don't have your targets," but Meister ignored him and searched the room to Ratchets annoyance. When the mech stop, Ratchet pointed to the door to his clinic. "Please leave before I give you a reason to stay."

"One day medic, that mouth of yours will get you killed," Meister warned.

"No doubt, but I have to get ready for those that are real targets to Sentinels and Megatrons war."

With a shove to the medic's chest Meister stalked out. Ratchet not fooled that he was gone waited joors before trying to find his missing Patients. He was and was not happy that he couldn't find them. He did need to give the two the information that they would need in the coming cycles.

When he was ready to give up he looked down and saw that the floor to the main room was uneven. A tap to the area sounded hollow and Ratchet had to jump back when that part of the floor started to move. A small square section moved up and was shoved over and out came two chevron wearing mechs.

"What-how did you get under there," Ratchet asks a little irritated that he had to repair the floor now but also proud that someone could out do the famous Meister.

"There is a reason why I am so popular," Prowl said with a flick of his wings. It was more like a shrug to any who knew to read wing language. "And Swiftwind named me well."

"That's for sure I didn't hear the two of you get out nor did Meister," the medic mused. " A word of warning stay far away from that mech. He is one of Sentinels go to mechs and will terminate you without a second thought."

"No argument there Ratchet," Smokescreen said as he lifted himself up and stood by his brother. "Now I think it would be best if we left before anyone else comes looking for us."

"Yes, we do not want to get others involved in our problems," Prowl made to leave but a quick hand by Ratchet stops them.

"Before you go take these datapads, they contain all the information that you will need to carry safely. While I rather you stay on low grade until you fully heal you need to consume a lot of high grade as the cycles pass."

"All I remember from when Swiftwind was carrying but-

"What about a frame? We don't have one and getting one will be difficult." Prowl interrupted his brother.

Ratchet could see the fear the younger mech was trying to hid but he didn't know what to tell him to make him feel any different.

"You can't tell me where you'll be hiding or you'll be found out and no doubt I will be watched more closely so I can't get a frame to you. No, the only other way I could think of would be for you to…steal one from one of the temples."

Both Praxian's looked horrified at eh notion of stealing from the temples. It was considered a high crime and those caught were subjugated to conditions worse than war criminals. Especially if they were ex-enforcers and wanted by the Prime.

"It's not as bad as you think, the priest give out frames to those who otherwise couldn't afford one. So, technically you're not really stealing." The medic said as if he had read their minds, "you have time before you need to decide but unless we meet again this is the only way you will be able to keep the newspark from fading after it emerges. The best situation would be that I find you before that and instead of relying on someone not qualified for such a thing as that I would be able to help and if and this is a big if have a frame with me that no one will miss. Does that sound better."

Prowl was unsure but even without his logic center turned fully on he could see that his options were limited. So, he accepted that he would have to turn his talents to thievery or let his newspark fade. Neither decision was acceptable to him.

"I will wait and see. Hopefully they will forget that I existed or that I had terminated in Praxus. Though, that is highly unlikely."

Ratchet nodded, once the two Praxian's were loaded up he turned to grab something else. A specialize scanner the he had plan to give the two only to find the spot where they were empty.

"Not again," he groaned. Sighing that he might never see the two again Ratchet returned to his clinic while he might not be a religious mech he sent a prayer for the two and the newspark hoping that Primus would see to their safety.

They stood atop a hill that overlooked the neutral camp that they were just in. They left without a sound and thanks to Prowls rather useful talent without a trace. Smokescreen knew of a place that they could hid thanks to Skylight sending him everything he would need to protect the both. the trip would be hard and they still could risk flight in the first half of it but once they hit the mountains it would be smooth sailing.

"Let's get going."

Prowl watched the valley below but soon followed Smokescreen up. A dense fog settled and devoured the two winged mechs leaving nothing of their passing.

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