The cycle in the ship passed semi quickly, and surprisingly no-one had killed each other. The cop had to get up and stop petty fights between Sunstreaker and Starblaster every so often, which was to be expected, assuming their current dilemma with one another.

In the front a red light began to flash on the far right of the panel, indicating they were almost arriving at their desired destination. Lowering their altitude, Jazz brought the ship to a steady decline.

" Alrighty Prowl, ah'ma gonna activate the cloaking setting, them cons won't know what hit em!" The visored mech piped up.

" hopefully." Jazz added quietly. Leaning over the controls, the sliverish mech skimmed his servos over the switches and buttons until he found the lever he was looking for. Gripping it tightly he slowly pressed it down. Almost immediately a surge of power could be felt under everybot and a almost inaudible hum could be heard.

" Shall I rally up the troops? " Jazz asked. The white and black mech frowned.

" I've told you before that's my job." Prowl said plainly receiving a scoff from his friend.

" Cm'on Prowl please?! Ya always do it and they always look like they'd shoot there own processors out." He added receiving a glare from the cop bot.

Prowl seemed to ponder what Jazz said for several minutes before finally letting out a painful sounding " Fine "

Jazz whooped happily and shot out of the captain's chair.

" Alright!!! Ah'll get em all ready to kick con backside!!!" He shouted. The battle strategist gave him a dead pan look.

" Jazz this isn't a front line mission. We're going for stealth. Quietly go in, get Ultra Magnus and quietly come out. We are trying to spare as many lives as possible."

Jazz shrugged.

" Yeh ah know, but ya still wanna have em ready to go. They all seemed unexcited fer da mission."

Prowl shook his helm slightly.

" This is war Jazz, no-one should be excited about it....but I see what you mean from a logical view....go ahead, I'll watch the controls."

The mech nodded and gave a mock salute as he jogged to the back of the ship where the other bots were waiting. When he he walked in his others snapped to attention....more or less. Beneath his visor, Jazz optics shone with amusement....but the others couldn't see that. Putting on his coldest scowl he began to pace in front of the squad.

" All right ya sad excuses of bots!!!" He shouted trying his best to impersonate Ironride. Surprised, The others shot him confused and befuddeled looks but snapped to attention.

" We're ah'bout to land and ah want to make this clear!!!... ya insecticons! We ah going to be in and out!!! And if any one of ya mess around I'm going to slap ya so hard ya offsprings offsprings will feel it!" He continued frowning at Sideswipe when he chuckled.

" Its simple!" He continued. " We get Magnus and go! Do ah make myself clear?!" He demanded. The teamed nodded.

" YES SIR!!" they shouted in unison. Jazz shook his helm and leaned his audio receptors closer.

" Wha wuz that?!"

" YES SIR!!!" they repeated with twice as much force. The visored mech nodded and chuckled.

" Guud, cause we ah going to land in three kilks!" He added as he made his way to the front part of the ship. Grinning, Jazz sat down in his seat and prepared the landing gear.

" That wasn't logical or necessary Jazz." The battle strategist said bluntly. The mech shrugged and kept working.

" Seems ta work fer Ironhide...." Jazz replied as he lowered the control lever that operated the landing gear.

Prowl shot him a aggravated glare.

" Well you aren't Ironhide, and we aren't on a ' Shoot'em up ' mission." The cop informed." We are are doing a stealth mission. The last thing I need is a bunch of trigger happy bots..."

Jazz smirked and used his free servo to slap the battle strategist on the back.

" Ah cer'mon Prowl! Yer take'in this too seriously."

" I take everything seriously "

Jazz just shook his helm and returned his attention to the ship.

" Hold on!!!" He announced. " we're go'in ta land.......now!!!"

With a sudden jerk, the ship's landing gear hit the ground roughly, shaking the entire ship, and everyone inside.

" I am still amazed you passed your flight test Jazz....." Prowl hissed as he launched himself out of his seat, the visored mech only chuckled childishly, as if he knew something his friend didn't and turned off the ship, lowering the ramp.

Making their way to the back, the other Autobots stood in attention when the two commanding bots walked past. With a air of authority about him, Prowl walked down the ramp glancing cautiously in several directions. After seeing that it was safe, the black and white cop bot waved the others down. On seeing his " signal " the others casually walked down the landing ramp ( minus Jazz, he strutted ). Mentally face palming, Prowl motioned them to gather around.

" Everyone know what they have to do?" He asked, more out if protocol, they would have to do it whether they were ready or not...but they were, his answer was that of several blasters cocking. Prowl nodded in approvel....until he was Sideswipe.

" Put the grenade away Sideswipe." Prowl snapped coldly. The red mech silently mocked him but did as he was told.

" Told ya you would get caught." His twin whispered. Sideswipe growled and slapped his brother upside the helm. Sideswipe looked as if he would kill before Starblaster jumped between the two.

" Can the kill wait till after the mission?!" She hissed, shoving the twins away from each other. " Besides....I have first dibs when it comes to killing one of you two...." she added, before stalking off.

" dude....she is so hot right now." Sideswipe whispered to his brother. The yellow mech growled at the remark crossed his arms.

" Lay off bro, she's mine...."

" I have no idea what she sees in you Sunny...."

" Excuse me...." Drift's voice broke in. " But we have a rescue mission to carry out."

The twins grumbled but turned to Prowl. Thankful that he now had their attention, he began giving out the orders.

" Ok....so we all know what to do, Star and Drift, go on ahead now, and scout out and tell us when it's all clear. " the battle strategist ordered. The femme and samuri nodded and quickly darted off silently into the night. Sunstreaker's frown did not escape everyone, it was.obvious that he wasn't pleased that Drift was teamed with his so called "Femme ".

" Now..." he continued " The rest of us will stick together...right Sideswipe? "

The red mech just shrugged in response, giving a snarky smirk.

Prowl sighed.

This was going to end badly...