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Epilogue

One Week Later

The stockade was a dismal, dimly lit hole in the ground with cold echoing halls and poor conditioning. Every cell door was made of the same rust colored metal and the interior was no better. The cells were all the same, windowless with no light except for a few bars that shone in through the small window on the door. The only piece of furniture was a uncomfortable metal cot that did little more than make the prisoners crazy because none were small enough to fit on it properly. Aside from the sound of footsteps going up and down the halls from the Autobot guards there was no sound and no way for any of the prisoners, Decepticon, Autobot, and Neutral to communicate. They weren't even let out to recharge, but were served their supply of energon through a small "doggy door" under the window.

The silence didn't bother the dark gray transformer in the furthest cell from the exit in the least. Having spend fifty years in complete silence made him used to it. It gave him plenty of time to think and he did plenty of thinking... and planning. He was always planning, always keeping one step ahead of everyone else even while imprisoned.

At the moment he was waiting. Waiting for his current plan to fruitate. It should have started by now. He didn't have to wait much longer. He didn't have much time to wait if this didn't work. His trial was only two weeks away and then....

Soon.

When the door opened, bathing his large gray frame in light. He thought he knew what this was for. He looked at the security officer standing in the door, holding a pair of stasis cuffs in his hand.. The large white and red Autobot frowned at him. "Expecting something?" he asked him.

"Not from you," the robot in the cell said. "Unless you're here to give me good news."

"Oh I have news all right," he said. "You have a visitor." he gestured for him to move toward the door.

"A visitor?" This was unexpected. "Who?"

"I don't know," the taller robot snapped. "Your lawyer."

"I don't have a lawyer. You denied me one."

"Then don't ask such stupid questions." he spinning his finger in a circle. "Now turn around so I can cuff you."

The other robot obeyed without another word. Not because he wanted to but because the last time he'd tried to break out that way he'd been attacked by what looked like a bad copy of Omega Supreme and damaged more than he'd been when he was first brought there. At least he'd gotten his arm reattached to his body. Since he could not free himself that way he decided to play by their rules until he came up with a better plan.

The officer led him into a interrogation room and sat him down on one side of the table. He then proceeded to chain the robot to the chair. When he was done he crossed the room and looked out the door. "You may come in now."

A minute later the gray robot's visitor entered the room and took the seat on the opposite side of the table. The prisoner studied his visitor. He knew this character. What could he want to tell him anyway? Had things changed this quickly?

The visitor looked at the officer. "I would like some privacy, please," he said. When the Autobot hesitated he added. "It's all right Skyfire, I won't be long and I just have some news to tell him."

Skyfire hesitated a moment longer then stepped out of the room, but not before shooting the gray transformer a warning glare. When he was gone the visitor turned back to the gray robot whose face held no emotion. "Hello, Megatron, remember me?"

Megatron glared at the other robot. Oh, he remembered him all right. "What do you want?" he asked.

"Well for one thing I've come to tell you that you plan didn't work," the visitor replied.

"What?"

"The Autobots know about your plan to steal the shells of their dead comrades," the visitor replied. "Your double agent's identity was compromised."

"How did this come to be?"

"By a complete accident," the visitor answered. "It seems a certain techno organic you are familiar with decided she couldn't live without a friend of her and found out where he was transferred. She broke into the building and used her little AllSpark key to bring him back to life." The visitor leaned back in his chair, intertwining his fingers under his head and putting his feet on the table. "If that never happened your double agent probably never would have asked Optimus Prime to expose the whole plot and blame it on Sentinel Prime. Of course that plan would have worked if it wasn't for Prowl."

"Ah yes, Prowl," Megatron said, remembering the annoying cyber ninja that always ruined his plans. "That cyber ninja will always be rust in my servos. But he is dead. I saw his empty shell myself."

"Well yes, he was."

"Was?"

"Remember what I said about the techno organic bringing a friend back to life." the visior leaned forward, his finger in the air. "That friend was Prowl."

Megatron blinked in surprise. "He's alive?!"

"Indeed. Very much so. He's the one who ruined your whole plan. He figured out that Devcon was a fake and exposed Sixshot in front of the Elders. Of course Sixshot had to show himself." he grinned. "He nearly killed them all ,by the way, but he exposed a side of the cyber ninja that might interest you."

"How so?"

"It seems Prowl has a temper. If you hurt the people he cares about he loses it and becomes a lethal force."

"Interesting..."

"He also has a soft spot for the techno organic child. That could be put to good use."

Yes it could, if Megatron was able to get out. "I see."

"There is one more thing."

"Yes?"

"The bounty hunter contacted me. He wanted me to tell you he has the other shell you wanted. He says you can put it to good use anytime you want."

Megatron smiled. So things could still go his way in the near future, if he played his cards right. "Tell him that I might have a good use for it sooner than he thinks."

The visitor stood. "I will let him know."

"One more thing," Megatron said before the visitor could summon the guard.

"Yes?"

"Tell them that if I am sentenced to death I want to go by lethal inject," the Decepticon said. "and tell them I want a certain cyber ninja to be present for my execution."

The visitor shot him a confused look. "Why?"

Megatron's smile widened. "Oh no special reason," he said. "Let's just say it will be very.. satisfying."

The visitor shot him one more confused look then opened the door and called for the guard. Skyfire entered the room and freed the Decepticon Commander from the chair. As the guard took Megatron out of the room the visitor watched him thinking. Has he lost it?

The whole way back to his cell Megatron continued to smile. When they arrived at the door Skyfire finally asked. "Something amusing you?"

"Yes," Megatron said, giving him a creepy smile. "Something very...excellent." Very excellent indeed. Soon, my ninja friend, soon you will learn that nothing you do will change anything.

Prowl... you still don't know what your up against.

Prowl was startled out of a sound stasis. He sat up, panting. He looked around himself, his optics searching the room for the cause of his awakening. He discovered he'd fallen asleep on the sofa. Nobody else was in the room except... Sari.... and Bumblebee.

The girl had stayed the night and was now sleeping on his chestplate. Bee sat on the other side of the couch, his head back limply, his mouth opened and a large purple drool drip hanging out of his mouth. They'd all stayed up late to watch a corny movie about time travel and it seemed they'd all fallen asleep on the couch. The TV was off so either it had been turned off or it's timer had done it by itself. There was nothing but silence.

He sighed and lay back down so Sari wouldn't fall off his chest. There is nothing here. So what awakened me? he didn't recall dreaming. His optics looked at the ceiling and locked on the full moon shining through the open sky light. What was that? Why do I get the feeling somebody was calling to me?

A bright image appeared in front of his optics. They widened with surprise. He recognized this person. Huh?

"You still have much to learn," the Voice spoke in his ear. "You both still have much to learn."

Master?

"There's more to it than what you see. Much more... Much much more..."

The the Voice and image faded and he was once again left in silence.

A/N

Who was the visitor? Anybody you want it to be.

Oh look... fun. Looks like there was more to the plot than we all thought. Too bad you'll NEVER find out what that is. BWAHAHAHA! Make your own assumptions. What use could Megatron possibly have for the shell of a dead Ninja Master? Why does he want Prowl to be evil so much? Why does he want Prowl to be present when they off him? Why am I asking this in the first place. ... so many unanswered questions.. leaves plenty of room for a SEQUEL! Ent! Access denied!

Well this is it.

The end.

I hope you all enjoyed reading it. I would like to thank you all for the reviews and all the interest you had in my fic. Even if some parts might have been weird and stuff I'm glad you stuck around to see it end.

THANKS.

And now to start work on my OTHER fanfic. nehehehe