Much to Steelclamp's dismay, the white and black mech followed HIS master down the hall. Who did he think he was anyway? A leader of some sorts in the Autobot army? All he knew was that this guy smelled of trouble, and that HIS master was spending too much time with this " New Bot ". And he didn't like it....not one bit.

Hoping to prove a point, he lingered behind the two, trying to act pitiful. It wasn't working very well because HIS master never turned around once! She kept explaining the ship and different rooms to the rude jerk that was taking his master. Those two were connected....he wasn't sure how. When the white mech first got here his spark beat was different, but now....it was in rhythm with HIS master's, and that was a big NO! She was his, and everything was perfect until he came and he knew what he had to do. He was going to rid of him if it was the last thing he'd ever do. That mech was taking HIS master! He didn't care what he had to do, but he had to go.

The cyber dog sat down with attitude, glaring at the mech's back. He did so until a idea hit him.

He smiled evily ( in a dog like way )

He was going to make her hate him! Then he would have to leave!

~

Airstrike led him down a dimly lit hallway. The walls were slightly damp and signs of rust could be seen throughout.

" Most of these rooms are living quarters sir." The femme said with a slight wave of her servo." I have marked the doors of those that are....unsuitable to live in." She added as she placed a servo on a large door with a ' X ' on it. Looking over her shoulder, Prowl noticed first off that it was burnt beyond recognition, and that it was covered in ebergon.

Someone had died in that room.

The femme sighed and nodded as if she had read his thoughts..perhaps she did through the bond, but it was obvious she disliked it as much as he. As they continued walking, Prowl cleared his throat and asked a question.

" So...." the mech started. " What happened here? To this ship and everyone on board?"

Airstrike frowned slightly but stopped to look him in the optic, and he looked in her bright crystal blue optics that held a hint of mysterious in them just as intently...but he was losing focus.

" Decepticons " the airel bot said plainly. " This was a energon supply ship, that was shot down. Escape pods and all. No survivors."

" Then what about you?" The cop bot asked " How are you here then?"

The femme shrugged and continued to walk down the hall, slightly confused, Prowl followed her, venting softly as he tried to catch up to her pace, still exhausted from his recent injuries. The mech caught up to her just as she stopped at a large metal door. Cytrobian warning symbols were carved into it. Just from the material it was made of, Prowl could tell whatever was behind that door, was not supposed to come out....ever.

" I got here the same as you." The airel bot said softly, turning to the battle strategist. " Ground bridge malfunctioned and I ended up here. But my injuries were not as....serious as yours." She added lifting up her right wing which had been snapped off. The white and black nodded but returned his attention to the large door infront of him. When he approached it, the bot noticed small piles of ash at the base of the door, and the floor was splattered with aged coolent. A feeling of dread filled the t.i.c and he took a step back.

"Commander Airstrike." Prowl said in a firm but calm voice as he glanced at the femme. " What exactly is behind this door?"

The white and orange femme sighed and crossed her arms across her chassis, her optics showed that whatever it was, wasn't good.

" Behind that door sir..." the bot started softly. " Is why I lost my arm....the Rust plague "

~ Somewhere on the Nemesis

" Soundwave!" Croaked the evil war lord. " I must congratulate you on ridding us of that pesky Autobot Strategist!"

The silent con turned his helm at Megatron, nodded slightly and returned to his work.

" Well if it wasn't for me, he might still be alive." Whined Starscream as he crossed his arms in a pouting manner. " The wounds I gave him, there's no way he survived!"

Megatron rolled his optics at his annoying second in command.

" Perhaps Starscream, but if Soundwave hadn't hacked the Autobot groundbridge, he may have received medical help, and that would have made the trap useless! Like you!" The con snapped as he sat on his throne.

" Remember that thorn in our side named Airsrike? Well Thanks Soundwave's groundbridge skills, he's been disposed of! Muwhahahahaha!!!"

The seeker only scoffed at his superior and frowned.

" Ok then, what if he did survive his wounds wherever you put him? What then? What if he finds a way back Lord Megatron?!"

The sliver con smiled wickedly at his s.i.c.

" Well...Starscream, if his wounds inflicted by you don't kill him.....the rust plague or the valgs will kill him...."

" Valgs?" The seeker asked. " Aren't those, those nasty blind creatures that feed off of energy like our own?" The con said slightly disgusted. Megatron nodded and gave a smug look.

" You are correct Starscrem....for once. Yes those are the same Valgs, and Commander Prowl in sitting right on their home planet."

~ Earth, in the Ark

Jazz sighed as he looked at the picture of Him, Nova, and Prowl, who didn't seem overly joyed to be in a picture. The visored mech gave a small chuckle and picked up the picture.

" Nova....we lost Prowl, two weeks from today....and its been three years since you disappeared. " the mech whispered. " Doc says the bridge malfunctioned, so Wheeljack and Perceptor are look'in in to it, ya sister is being stubborn about her feelings for Sunsteaker...heh, he's too prideful and she's to stubborn to admit anything. " the sliver autobot slowly put down the picture and sighed sadly.

" I've got to go Dar'lin....." he whispered as he walked out. Jazz tried to mask a smile as he walked down the hall, it was another day and he still had a job to do....but he would not stop for anything until he found them both