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Title: The Lost City

Verse: G1-AU

Rating: PG

Characters/Pairing: Prowl, Eventual Prowl/Jazz

Notes: I sat down with every intention of working on the next chapter of Til Next We Meet, but this happened instead. I wasn't sure what people would think of it so I thought id post this and see if I should continue it or not. The characters frames are based off of the G1 verse. But with more sleek and slender lines. In this story there are no Decepticons or Autobots. The war between them never happened. Though there was a war in the ancient history of the planet. If I continue I will need names for the Airship and the Lost City. I was considering calling the city, The Crystal City. But I don't know. If you have any ideas, ill be glad to listen. May need to choose a new name for the metal as well.

Orn: 1 cybertronian day. Vorn: 1 Cybertronian year.

Chapter 1: The meeting.

The giant Airship hovered gracefully over the landing port, swinging its streamlined bow around to line up the loading/off loading hatches with the docking port. Built for speed and comfort this luxury liner was the largest and fastest in the world. Capable of carrying over 500 Cybertronians at a time, it could make the journey from Iacon to the southern pole of the planet in three orns. A journey that would take a normal carrier over ten orns. The ship sported a large oil pool on her upper decks and included hot oil tubs on her secondary. The eating establishments onboard boasted of having energon and energon treats from around the world. Included on her other decks were all the most popular games and activities found on Cybertron.

The ship began to lower into its docking space slowly. She required six mechs working in synch to control her. Two in the front, two in the middle and two more in the aft. She ran off solar power with backup generators in case of emergencies. Not that there ever had been any. The ship was one of the most self sufficient vehicles in service at the time. Requiring no fuel, the ship only landed in order to take on supplies and so that passengers could come aboard or disembark. She was so large that the ports in the cities were unable to accommodate her. A special port had been built on the outskirts of the city, a port that was always busy even when the ship wasn't landing.

Prowl stood in the shadows well away from the mass of activity, watching as the ship settled into her docking port with a groan. Almost immediately mechs and femmes were leaving the ship, sparklings and younglings darting here and there. He stood straighter, searching for the dark flat grey mech that he was supposed to be meeting.

His doorwings twitched almost uncontrollably, nervousness coiling in his spark. This was it. Everything in his life, in his uncles life, lead to this meeting. He stiffened to attention and raised a hand to wave at the mech disembarking from the Airship. The mech glanced both ways hurriedly, almost as if he thought he was being followed before heading quickly over to Prowl.

"Silver Claw. I am Prowl. Did you recover the artifact?"

"Keep your voice down would you? Want everyone to know about this meeting? And yes I did. I have it here." The seeker pulled a small box from his subspace, but jerked it back before Prowl could take a hold of it.

"Ah-ah-ah. Do you have the credits?" Silver Claw shifted and glanced around anxiously again.

"I do, but I will only pay once I've had a chance to examine the artifact." Prowl scowled and held out a hand.

"Fine." The seeker dropped the box into Prowls hand.

Prowl opened the box, vents hitching at the sight of the artifact. Slightly smaller then his hand it was shaped like a gear. Made of a white metal it sparkled with a blue sheen. Almost reverently he lifted the artifact out of its box. Running a quick scan over it, even though he wanted to examine it in much more detail, he was able to date it to at least a hundred thousand Vorns. His breath froze for an instant, causing his vents to rattle slightly. The combination of metals was accurate. XJ-2n0 was the combination of several types of metals on Cybertron and could not be manufactured. One of the rarest types of metals, it was tied directly into the legends and myths associated with The Lost City.

Turning the artifact over carefully, his optics widened at the sight of the glyphs adorning it. It was more then he had expected. Raising a hand he reverently traced a finger across them. He couldn't decipher them completely at the moment, but he could make out the word Gate. He started to lose himself in examining the artifact when a grey servo suddenly jerked it back from him.

"The credits. Then you can look all you want." The seeker practically snarled at him.

Sighing, Prowl took out a data-pad and opened his account on it. Transferring the large sum of credits only took a few seconds, but required authenticator codes from both he and Silver Claw. He input his and waited as the seeker tapped his out hurriedly. Taking the pad back he confirmed the transfer and held out his hand.

The box holding the artifact was dropped unceremoniously into his hand, the grey mech transforming and speeding off without another word. Prowl stared after the mech before carefully placing the artifact in his own subspace then transforming and turning towards the highway leading into Iacon. He was still giddy from the events that had just taken place.

The Lost City. It was real. He had the proof. Shrouded in myth and legend, it was thought to have been a city of beauty. The buildings built of crystal, the roads built of precious metals. Rumors claimed the city ran off of a special type of power, unrelated to the energon that was found in everything these days.

It was documented that the city had been destroyed by conquering Kaonites over a hundred thousand Vorns ago. But there were a few, like Prowl and his uncle, that believed the city had somehow survived. And he wanted to find it. No he needed to find it. Not for the treasures or the power that it was rumored to have, but because something told him that the city held his destiny. Prowl didn't understand how or why, only that his very spark urged him to find it.

Lost in thought as he was, he never saw the sinister black vehicle following him. Never saw the blue seeker in the sky just behind him. And he never saw the bolt of blue energy that slammed into his frame. The attack was so swift that not a single cybertronian on the highway even saw it. They did hear the pain filled shriek the black and white uttered. And they watched in horror as the mech slammed into the rail dividing the lanes.

The force of the collusion flipped Prowl into the air and slammed him down into the traffic on the opposite lane, several mechs barely avoiding hitting him before another transformed and pulled the badly damaged bot off to the side.

Voices echoed disconnectedly in his audios before blanking out completely. A charge rolled through his systems, and he screamed before letting the darkness enshroud him completely.