Chapter Eleven
Well, since I'm doing this now, I thought I'd post Chapter 11 as well and since I took so long to post chapter ten. I hope you enjoy.
Title: To Catch a Thief
Rating: T
Characters: Prowl, Bluestreak, Smokescreen, Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Ironhide
Prowl woke slowly, his processor aching in a familiar way that he hadn’t felt for vorns. Checking his chronometer, he gave a quiet sigh of relief that not too much time had passed while he was unconscious. Bringing his optics online, he saw the ceiling of the temporary med bay he was in when he had crashed. Ratchet’s scowling face appeared in his field of vision and Prowl raised an optic ridge while moving to sit up. Ratchet got out of the way and studied his patient as the mech rubbed his helm with a pained expression.
“How are you feeling?” asked Ratchet.
“My processor aches like the Pit, nothing unusual after a crash,” said Prowl irritably. Ratchet raised an optic ridge and the uncharacteristic attitude of the SIC he had come to know. Prowl was rarely a patient of Ratchet’s, or any other medic for that matter, but the CMO vowed to keep a closer optic on the mech. When he had checked Prowl over, he had been low on energy and there were signs that he wasn’t recharging well or as often as he should.
“Other than that?” asked Ratchet.
“Fine,” muttered Prowl and he looked around. Bluestreak was recharging on the next berth over and Smokescreen was recharging in a chair between them. “How’s Bluestreak?”
“Physically fine. He went into recharge a short while after you crashed. Smokescreen followed a few breems later. Prime came in to see where you were as well. He wants you to take it easy for now; he’ll take care of things,” said Ratchet. A pained expression crossed Prowl’s face and Ratchet hoped he wouldn’t crash again. Ratchet couldn’t imagine how Prowl felt; losing his entire city all at once and his younger brother the only survivor of the attack. Prowl lowered his face into his hands and seemed to curl in on himself.
“How could this have happened?” Prowl whispered. “Praxus was neutral and there was absolutely nothing the Decepticons could have gained from this.”
“I’m sorry Prowl,” said Ratchet.
“It doesn’t make any sense. All that destruction and death, for what?” snapped Prowl, his processors threatening to crash again while trying to find a logical explanation for what had happened.
“Prowl,” said Optimus from the doorway. “The Decepticons live for death and destruction. They don’t need a reason to wipe out a city.” Prowl stared at Optimus for several moments and realized that in a roundabout way, that was a logical conclusion. The ache in his processors eased a little and Prowl sat up straighter. Optimus walked over and rested a hand on the black and white mech’s shoulder. “Are you alright?”
“…No, I’m not,” said Prowl quietly. “But I have to be.”
“Oh no you don’t. Don’t even think about rerouting your emotion programming again!” snapped Ratchet which woke Smokescreen from recharge. He looked up curiously, wondering what was going on. Bluestreak jerked awake and sat up quickly before looking around, confused. Prowl merely gave Ratchet a look and a smirk that said, ‘Try and stop me’. Ratchet narrowed his optics and reached into his subspace to pull out a syringe filled with sedative. Before he could even reach for Prowl, the black and white mech was behind Optimus on the other side of the berth.
“I apologize Ratchet, but there are a few things that need my attention. If you’ll excuse me,” said Prowl and he disappeared from the temporary med bay.
“You slagger! Get your aft back here, I’m not done with you!” yelled Ratchet as he ran over to the door.
“Don’t bother Ratchet, you won’t catch him if he doesn’t want you to,” said Optimus with a light chuckle. Ratchet raised an optic ridge in question before huffing and moving to clean up a little in preparation for going back to Iacon.
“Wait,” said Smokescreen quietly as he stared at Optimus. “You know? About Prowl?”
“Yes, he told me not too long after we met. Had he not told me, I never would have found out,” said Optimus and Smokescreen looked dubious. “He proved it too.” Optimus chuckled and the two brothers looked curious. “While he was telling his story, he stole my facemask off my face and I didn’t realize until he said ‘I told you so’.” Bluestreak and Smokescreen stared at the Autobot leader with wide optics making him chuckle again. “I’m sure he’ll be back later when Ratchet’s busy or once we’re ready to head back to Iacon. Until then, you both should stay here with Ratchet.” Optimus turned to find said medic and found that he had left. Sighing, he decided to remain with the pair until the medic returned.
Prowl quickly left the temporary med bay before Ratchet could prevent him from doing anything with his emotional programming. He walked through the camp, pulling his thoughts together to get at least some semblance of calm before doing anything. Mechs looked up as he passed and they all sent him sympathetic glances. His door-wings twitched constantly in agitation as he glanced around. On the horizon, he could see the ruins of Praxus, smoke still rising into the sky. He stopped in his tracks and stared, his expression pained. He didn’t want to think about all he had lost. It would only make him crash again.
“Prowl, sir? Are you alright?” asked a mech Prowl knew as Wheeljack, an engineer who tended to blow things up. Prowl jumped in surprise and stared at the mech for a moment before looking around to see everyone else look at him worriedly as well.
“I…I’m fine, Wheeljack,” said Prowl, trying to pull himself together. “How…how are things going here?” Wheeljack realized what Prowl was doing and decided to help him out a little.
“I’m just going through the ranks looking for any injuries. Most of them rarely go to the medics until we get back to Iacon, but some of them really should. Everyone else is preparing to head back to base or to Iacon,” said Wheeljack.
“You’re coming back to Iacon with my team, aren’t you?” asked Prowl. He recalled getting a report about appointing this mech the Chief Engineer.
“Yes!” said Wheeljack cheerfully. “I can’t wait to get to Iacon. The equipment there is so much better than the equipment here. There are several projects I’ve been thinking about starting, but I just haven’t had the things I’ve needed.” Wheeljack’s cheerful attitude was a little infectious and Prowl found himself calming as Wheeljack prattled on about the different things he wanted to try. “Oh, and I was told that there was another scientist there as well. What’s he like?”
“You must mean Perceptor and he is our Chief Scientist. Perceptor often keeps to himself in his lab, but he is a brilliant mech. Most just don’t understand what he says when he talks about his projects or experiments. I think you’ll get along well with him,” said Prowl and Wheeljack nodded. Prowl picked up movement behind him with the sensors in his door-wings and jumped out of the way moved swiftly to stand behind Wheeljack. Ratchet had tried to sneak up on him and sedate him. “Ratchet, what are you doing?”
“You,” snarled Ratchet and Wheeljack flinched at the tone. “I wasn’t done with you. You need to rest and you can’t reroute your emotional programming again. I don’t care if you are the SIC, I’ll weld your aft to the berth to keep you still if I have to. You’ve crashed once already and I’m not risking it happening again so soon.”
“I won’t crash if I reroute my emotional programming,” Prowl pointed out with a faint smirk. “And you’ll have to be faster than that if you want to catch me. In the past, only one mech has ever been able to catch me and he’s not here.” Feeling mostly calm, if not a little mischievous because of Ratchet, he began rerouting his emotional programming with a little tweaks from last time. This time, he allowed himself some feeling, so he wasn’t completely emotionless, but most of his emotions, especially the extremes, would be sent through his battle computer and dumped. Ratchet noticed the slight change in Prowl’s demeanor and posture and growled.
“You glitch! Knock it off!” yelled Ratchet as he lunged for the mech again, trying to sedate him. Prowl spun out of the medic’s way using a basic Diffusion move and many mechs around them recognized it. They never knew their SIC knew Diffusion or any form of close-combat for that matter. They always thought he was strictly a long-distance fighter. This was also very unusual behavior for him, but they supposed they couldn’t blame him.
“I apologize Ratchet, but you’re a few kliks too late. Now, I have some things to take care of before we head back to Iacon. It was enjoyable speaking with you Wheeljack; I look forward to seeing your inventions once they’re complete and fully tested,” said Prowl as he turned and left a fuming medic and a slightly confused engineer behind. He made his way back to the temporary med bay and poked his head inside to see Bluestreak and Smokescreen talking quietly with Optimus Prime. “Optimus sir, we should be ready to move out in a couple of joors.”
“Oh, good. Do you know where Ratchet is?” asked Optimus.
“He’ll be on his way back. He tried to ambush me among the ranks,” said Prowl with a wry expression.
“Didn’t work I take it?” asked Optimus with a chuckle.
“Of course not, who do you take me for?” asked Prowl lightly and Optimus laughed. He had never heard his SIC joke before.
“Did you reroute your emotional programming like Ratchet didn’t want you to?” asked Optimus seriously with a raised optic ridge. Prowl sighed.
“Yes sir, I did, but I didn’t completely shut out my emotions like last time. I am just incapable of dealing with extremes, so I prevented the extremes from happening,” said Prowl and Optimus nodded in acceptance. At least the mech wouldn’t be completely cold and emotionless like before. Prowl walked over to Bluestreak and Smokescreen and was immediately hugged by the younger mech.
“I’ll leave you three alone for now. I’ve got some last-minute things to go over before we leave for Iacon,” said Optimus. Prowl nodded and watched as Optimus left.
“Where’d you go?” asked Bluestreak quietly.
“Not far Bluestreak,” said Prowl soothingly. “I just had to give Ratchet the slip for a short while. How are you doing?” Bluestreak merely shook his head with a despondent expression. Prowl merely hugged him in response. “I’m just glad you’re alright.” He turned to Smokescreen. “You too Smokescreen. I missed you both.” Smokescreen tried to keep his expression indifferent, but it turned sad.
“Missed you too little brother,” said Smokescreen quietly. “You know, Optimus has been telling us a little about you, at least his impression of you anyway. He thinks you’re a tactical genius and a good mech.”
“I am,” said Prowl simply and Smokescreen gave a slight smile at the familiarity of Prowl’s blunt nature.
“I don’t know if I can believe him so easily, especially since I’ve known you for much longer and much better than he does,” said Smokescreen.
“Do you know me better?” asked Prowl and Smokescreen gave him a curious look. “Bots change Smokescreen. You don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
“Optimus offered to have us trained as Autobots,” Bluestreak broke in before they could start arguing.
“What? No,” said Prowl shaking his head. Bluestreak looked indignant. “Bluestreak, you’re not meant to be a soldier. You’re too kind. Do you really think you could handle being out there fighting?”
“It’s better than not knowing what to do and getting killed because I don’t know how to defend myself,” said Bluestreak and Prowl flinched. He couldn’t think about losing Bluestreak, it would break his spark. Prowl remained silent and Bluestreak looked up at him worriedly. Just as he was about to speak, Smokescreen put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. He recognized that look on Prowl’s face; he was running scenarios through his battle computer. After a breem of silence, Prowl sighed.
“It would be logical for you to know how to defend yourself, but I do not think you would do well on an actual battlefield,” said Prowl and Bluestreak gave him a hesitant smile. “Alright, you’ll go through training, and we’ll see where it goes from there.”
“Optimus offered me the position of psychologist for the base once he found out about my skills. He also said I could work in tactics as a diversionary tactician under you since you’re head of tactical. I’ll still have to go through basic training, but as a former Enforcer, I’m more trained than Bluestreak,” said Smokescreen and Prowl nodded. There was nothing he could do about Smokescreen’s decisions since the mech was older. “Who’s the one in charge of training?” Prowl suppressed a flinch, but his brothers noticed the tenseness of his door-wings.
“Ironhide,” said Prowl, dread in his tone. Bluestreak and Smokescreen glanced at each other before turning back to Prowl, silently asking him to explain. “Ironhide is the Autobots’ Weapons Specialist. He’s a tough mech and he can be brutal to trainees.”
“But he’s an Autobot, right?” asked Bluestreak timidly.
“Oh yes, there’s no doubt about that, but he trains the new recruits hard, hoping that his tough training will help them survive against the Decepticons,” said Prowl.
“Survive?” asked Smokescreen. It was unusual wording for Prowl and he wondered what caused it.
“Yes, survive,” said Prowl grimly. “The Decepticons are cruel and will do anything they can to cause death and destruction, obviously.” Prowl nodded his head toward Praxus and his brothers tensed, their door-wings drooping in sadness. “I’ve seen them in small groups attacking a single Autobot, tearing him apart and it can get much worse than that. They don’t know the meaning of honor; I’m not sure the word is even in their vocabulary.”
“But…you don’t fight on the front lines much, right? I mean, you’re the SIC, right?” asked Bluestreak, his voice shaking.
“I’m often in the back directing the battle, but even then I often use my rifle to pick off enemies at a distance. Most of the mechs under my command don’t believe that I am capable of close combat,” said Prowl.
“But you are?” asked Smokescreen catching the way Prowl had worded the sentence. Prowl nodded.
“I’m a master of Diffusion, Metallikato, and Circuit Su,” said Prowl and his brothers stared at him in shock. “I’m also a certified sniper, but since I’m often needed for commanding, I don’t utilize those skills.”
“Frag Prowl,” muttered Smokescreen in awe. He had never imagined that his little brother could be so skilled a fighter.
“Language Smokey,” Prowl scolded lightly and Smokescreen smirked. That was when Ratchet returned. Prowl tensed slightly, expecting the medic to retaliate in some way for his earlier behavior, but the mech merely gave Prowl a caustic glare before beginning to pack up his medical supplies. “I should be going. I have work that needs to be done before we leave.” Bluestreak gripped Prowl’s arm tightly and Prowl sighed. “Ratchet?”
“What?” snapped the medic.
“Could you keep an optic on Bluestreak and Smokescreen for me? I’ll be back once I’m sure everything is in order,” said Prowl. Ratchet glared at the mech for several moments before relenting and nodded. Prowl thanked him before giving Bluestreak a quick hug and he left the temporary med bay. He found Optimus organizing the transports to carry the supplies back to Iacon and began to help. Once everyone began moving, Prowl found Bluestreak and Smokescreen with Ratchet near the center of the group. It didn’t take too long to reach the base near Praxus where half of the soldiers stayed while the rest moved on to Iacon.
It was late when the Autobots finally managed to return to Iacon. The mechs that knew where they were going and what they were supposed to do began to split off from the group while those that had recently joined the Iacon base waited for instructions from Optimus or Prowl. Optimus placed a hand on Prowl’s shoulder and the smaller mech motioned for Optimus to go inside and get some rest. He had done more that day after all, but Optimus argued that Prowl had dealt with more. Prowl pointed to the base with an expectant look and Optimus sighed with an amused expression before heading into the base. Prowl whistled loudly to get the attention of everyone causing Bluestreak and Smokescreen to jump in surprise.
“If you’re a new recruit or transferring from Praxus, head to the barracks in the east wing where the Quartermaster will be waiting to assign you your quarters. If you’re part of Special Ops, follow Shadowstalker to the Ops barracks. If you’re in engineering or a scientist, follow Perceptor to the science wing. All weapons must be placed into the armory where Ironhide will inventory the weapon with your designation so you will get it back when the Decepticons make a move. Make sure you connect to the base’s computers at one point to download the map of the base and the rules and protocols. I will not tolerate any infractions and they will be met with punishments, is that understood?” called Prowl in a loud, clear voice.
“Yes sir!” called all the mechs in front of him.
“Dismissed,” ordered Prowl and the mechs began to split up once again. Bluestreak and Smokescreen were faintly impressed with Prowl’s unintentional display of command. Both could see that Prowl had indeed changed, but they wondered how much. “Bluestreak, Smokescreen, you two can come with me. Since you’re neither new recruits nor transfers, you won’t be in the database for receiving quarters. You can stay with me for tonight. Tomorrow, I will see about getting you quarters. If you’d like, I can try and keep you two together since I won’t be able to see you most of the time because of my work.”
“That would be a good idea,” said Smokescreen as he glanced at Bluestreak. “Since I’m not an Autobot quite yet, do I have to turn in my gun too?”
“Yes Smokescreen,” said Prowl with a quirk of his lips. “Come, I’ll show you to the armory.” Prowl led the way inside the base down one hall and into a room. It was mostly empty at the moment since most mechs were getting their quarters before they dropped off their weapons. “Ironhide.”
“Hey Prowl, what brings you here?” asked Ironhide since officers were allowed to carry their weapons. Bluestreak stared at the massive black mech with a frightened expression and he clung to Prowl’s side. Ironhide raised an optic ridge when Prowl didn’t ask the mech to let him go or anything.
“Ironhide, I would like to introduce you to my older brother Smokescreen and my younger brother Bluestreak. I’ll register them as new recruits tomorrow, but Smokescreen has a weapon that needs to be inventoried; he’s a former Enforcer,” explained Prowl.
“Brothers? You never told me you had brothers,” said Ironhide,
“The only one I told was Optimus,” said Prowl dryly and Ironhide shrugged.
“Alright then Smokescreen, hand over your weapon and you’ll be able to get it back when the ‘Cons attack or if you’re going to the shooting range,” said Ironhide, Smokescreen nodded and handed over his gun, the one he had received when he joined the Enforcers. “Alright then, I’ll see you both when you come for training.” Prowl bid Ironhide goodbye and led his brothers through the base.
“I need to stop by my office to gather a few reports before we head to my quarters,” said Prowl as he headed down the hall containing all the offices. He entered the code to his office and stepped inside. He gathered a stack of data pads and locked his office behind him.
“You call that a few?” asked Smokescreen.
“It will not take me long to finish these,” said Prowl, his door-wings twitching instead of a shrug. He led them to his quarters and opened the door. They stepped into the room and found that it was more of a sitting room. “My berth is in that room to our right. The washracks are through the door in the back right of the room and the kitchen is in the room to our left. I have a second berth in my room; one of you can sleep there and the other can sleep on the couch. I’m going to put these on my desk.” Prowl moved towards his room while his brothers looked around the sitting. It was mostly bare, but there were a couple of image captures of Bluestreak and Smokescreen when they were younger. There was also one slightly behind them of Jazz smiling in the Crystal Gardens.
“Where’d you get this picture Prowl?” asked Bluestreak as he picked up the picture when Prowl came back into the sitting room.
“Oh…I took that when Jazz met me at the Crystal Gardens the first time. He didn’t know I took it,” said Prowl faintly sheepish and Bluestreak grinned. Prowl grabbed a few cubes of energon and sat on the couch, his brothers joined him moments later. For the rest of the day, they talked and told each other what they had done since the last time they had seen one another. When it was time to recharge, Prowl and Bluestreak went into Prowl’s room while Smokescreen recharged on the couch.
The next morning, Prowl woke early to his alarm and quickly went over some of the data pads he had brought to his room the night before, but didn’t get to. Bluestreak continued to recharge, though it was restless, until Prowl walked over and woke him up. The gray mech started awake, but calmed when he saw Prowl.
“Morning Bluestreak. Come, let’s get Smokescreen up and have some energon,” said Prowl and he led the younger mech into the sitting room where Smokescreen was still recharging. Bluestreak pounced on his eldest brother and Smokescreen cried out in surprise. Prowl smiled warmly at the sight of his brothers laughing and brought them some energon. “While you two were still recharging, I put you both in the database as new recruits. I’ll show you to your quarters, which you’re sharing, later. First, I would like to talk to you both about something important.”
“Is something wrong Prowl?” asked Bluestreak worriedly and Prowl shook his head, flicking his door-wings in a reassuring manner.
“No, but I have ordered that no one mention that there was a survivor of the attack on Praxus,” said Prowl and his brothers stared at him in shock.
“Why?” asked Smokescreen.
“If the Decepticons find out there was a survivor, they will hunt you down Bluestreak, just to kill you,” said Prowl solemnly and the mech looked terrified. “This way, you’ll be safe. Also, it would be best if you didn’t tell anyone that I’m your brother.”
“What?!” both of them cried.
“Why? Are you ashamed to have us as brothers or something?” asked Smokescreen with a glare.
“That’s not it Smokescreen. I have several personal enemies in the Decepticons and they would do anything to hurt me, including hurting you to get to me. If they don’t know I have siblings, they won’t go after you. Also, I’m not the most popular mech in the Autobots because of my ‘boring and strict’ personality as they put it. They could be mean to you because of it. There is also the fact that they may think that any promotions you get are only because of your relation to me. I want them to know that your achievements are because of your skills and hard work, not because you’re my brothers,” said Prowl.
“You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?” asked Smokescreen and Prowl nodded. “I suppose you have some good points. But what about Optimus Prime, Ratchet, and Ironhide? They know.”
“Optimus will not tell and neither will Ratchet. As for Ironhide, all I have to do is ask and explain my reasons and he will not tell either,” said Prowl and Smokescreen nodded. “Now, as for your training, you’re to report to the training room in a joor. I’ll show you the way.”
“Um…Prowl?” asked Bluestreak hesitantly and Prowl twitched his door-wings in question. “Are we going to get right into training today?”
“The first joor or two, Ironhide will be talking about what you’re likely to run into out on the battlefield and other such things, then he’ll start training. It will last most of the orn with breaks for energon, and then you’ll be released to spend the evenings how you wish,” said Prowl. “Here we are.” A door slid open when he approached it and many mechs that were gathered in the room glanced their way. Several recognized Prowl as the SIC and watched curiously as the black and white mech led two other door-winged mechs towards Ironhide.
“Morning Prowl,” called Ironhide with a wide grin. He looked very excited to train the new recruits and Prowl had to restrain himself from wincing in sympathy.
“Good morning Ironhide. I have brought Bluestreak and Smokescreen for training as I registered them this morning,” said Prowl and Ironhide nodded. “Also, might I have a word with you in private?”
“Sure,” said Ironhide and they crossed the room so they wouldn’t be overheard. “What is it?”
“About Bluestreak and Smokescreen, don’t tell anyone we’re siblings,” said Prowl and Ironhide looked a little surprised. Prowl explained the reason why and Ironhide began to nod in understanding with a serious expression.
“Alright, I get it. I’ll keep it to myself,” said Ironhide and Prowl nodded.
“Thank you Ironhide, I appreciate it. Also, a warning,” said Prowl and Ironhide raised an optic ridge. “Don’t hurt the door-wings.” Ironhide looked a little surprise at the warning tone Prowl used. “They’re extremely sensitive, and if damaged, they’ll be in a lot of pain. Don’t hurt them, understand?” Ironhide nodded warily and Prowl nodded in acceptance. “Alright, I’ll be going then, I have work to do.” Prowl nodded to Bluestreak and Smokescreen with a reassuring flick of his door-wings before he left the training room.
Prowl headed to his office and found Optimus waiting for him in the hall. After inviting the larger mech inside, and after they were both seated, Prowl gave a quick report about his brothers and asked that their relationship be kept secret. Optimus agreed and told Prowl he would inform Ratchet of the situation. Optimus then left so Prowl could get to work.
A little over a joor later, Prowl finished most of his work, surprisingly, and wondered how his brothers were doing in Ironhide’s ‘wonderful’ care. Deciding he could use a break, he headed to the training room. When he stepped inside, he kept to the wall near the door so as to not interrupt. Ironhide was yelling and acting like the mech-wrecker he was.
The large black mech stalked over to Bluestreak who was trembling slightly, his hands shaking as he tried to aim the gun he had been given. Bluestreak flinched at Ironhide’s harsh tone and he was so scared, his fear bled into the sibling bond.
“Ironhide,” said Prowl and the room fell silent at Prowl’s unexpected appearance and interruption. “Need I remind you of Bluestreak’s unique situation?” Ironhide raised an optic ridge and glanced at Bluestreak, finally noticing the trembling. :You’re scaring him,: said Prowl over the com-link.
:Slag, sorry Prowl,: muttered Ironhide guilt clear in his tone.
“If I may, Ironhide?” asked Prowl as he motioned towards Bluestreak. Ironhide merely nodded and watched as Prowl approached the younger mech. Prowl twitched his door-wings, trying to calm his little brother, and took the gun from his hands. “Calm yourself Bluestreak, there is no need to be frightened,” he said quietly so no one else could hear. Slowly, Bluestreak stopped trembling and the fear faded.
“I’m sorry Prowl,” muttered Bluestreak looking down at the floor, ashamed.
“Don’t be, it’s not your fault,” said Prowl and Bluestreak looked up. “How about I instruct you for a little while?” Bluestreak’s face lit up and he nodded enthusiastically. Prowl gave a faint smile and noticed that all the other mechs were staring at him. He raised an optic ridge and gave them all a dry look. “Don’t you all have training to do?” The effect was instantaneous; mechs went right back to training and Ironhide began instructing them again. Prowl spent most of the orn quietly instructing Bluestreak on how to hold a gun, how to aim, and how to take it apart, clean it, and put it back together.
“I don’t really like guns,” confessed Bluestreak at one point. “They killed everyone…”
“No, Bluestreak,” said Prowl and the younger mech looked at him with wide optics. “Guns are merely tools, they hold no will of their own. It was the mechs holding the guns that killed everyone. To us Autobots, guns are tools to protect. We fight to protect those who cannot protect themselves, we fight to protect what we believe is right.” Bluestreak looked thoughtful for several moments before he nodded hesitantly. “Good, now let’s go through this one more time.”
“Hey Prowl, training for today is over,” called Ironhide from over by the door. Prowl ignored him and motioned for Bluestreak to get ready.
“Alright, ready?” asked Prowl and Bluestreak nodded. “Stance.” Bluestreak stood straight, but relaxed. “Aim.” Bluestreak brought up the gun and pointed it at the targets. “Fire.” Bluestreak pulled the trigger. Prowl smirked when he saw that Bluestreak had hit the target dead-center. “I believe you will be an excellent sharp-shooter Bluestreak.” Bluestreak grinned as Ironhide stared at them in shock. Prowl almost laughed.