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“Ah don’ know, Prime, it jus’ seems like something the ‘con’s would do.” Ironhide was standing now, staring down at the others seated around the table. Prowl met his gaze squarely before returning his challenge,

“And what would you have us do, Ironhide? We must get answers, and we must get them as soon as possible.” There was silence for a moment as the mechs around the table thought for another solution, but it was useless. They had already gone over all their choices and this was the only one that would work, something the Decepticons would do or not. After another moment of silence, Prime spoke up.

“You know your jobs, mechs. Dismissed.” However, as Prime stood the leave the conference room, he hoped that he had made the right choice.

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Hidden in the land above the canyon, Mirage watched the mine-shaft he had come out off not too long ago. He narrowed his eyes as he heard what sounded like boosters. Not five seconds after he heard them, Skyfire flew out of the shaft, headed west towards the ark. Mirage sent a low-bust com to his mechs. Move out.

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Starscream lay with his back to the wall. Everything was going to plan. He had Skyfire wrapped around his finger, his tanks were full from the energon Skyfire had brought him, and his knowledge of the universe he had found himself in was growing in leaps and bounds. Oh, he knew that the information he was getting was biased, but he was used to sifting though slag to get to the core of things. Yes, he mused, life is good. Although… He had to be honest with himself. He missed his work. He missed making a difference. He missed his lab, his humans, his Canis lupus familiaris, and, yes he was mech enough to admit it, he missed his trine. He missed Skywarp’s sparkling-like pranks, he missed Thundercracker’s domineering way of getting him to intake energon, and he even missed those idiotic trine outings that Thundercracker was sure to make him attend every human month.

Lost in homesickness as he was, he missed the quiet hisses of mechs going down ropes. He missed the thumps of their landing. He missed the rumble off their steps. He didn’t miss the sound of one of the four kicking a rock, however. Turning inquisitively to the origin of the sound, he asked,

“Skyfi-”

The rest of what he would have said was lost to history as one of the intruders pressed a hypo-spray to one of the energon lines in his neck and released the sedative.

~~

Miles to the west, Skyfire was making the final descent to a clearing near the entrance of the Ark. Transforming as he landed, he walked the short distance to the Ark. As soon as he entered, Skyfire was able to tell that something was wrong. Walking further in, he started to call out, hoping that someone was around to hear him, and that that someone wasn’t a Decepticon. At a lack of what to do, he headed to his lab, calling out on occasion. He only started to seriously wonder where everyone had gone when he passed the Rec Room and found it empty. This had never happened before. Not even in the middle of a battle was the Rec room abandoned. Skyfire picked up his pace. Perceptor almost never left his lab; he would know what had happened.

Skyfire entered the lab. Empty. He walked over to the terminal on the wall. Teletraan-I would be able to tell him. Preoccupied as he was, he didn’t know anyone else was in his lab until they walked up behind him and injected a sedative into a main energon line in his arm.