The next morning was similar to the following day, much to Steelclamp's disgust. That morning HIS master almost ignored his!! HIM!! How could she do that! Sure, she made sure to pet him, but he had to watch that sorry excuse of a mech be practically glued to her side the entire day. And he hated it. But he to watch it day by day, ugh, and he had to pretend to like this guy when HIS master was watching.

He was tired of this! Two more weeks had passed of this trash! That ment this new Autobot had been with them for a month!? Why didn't he just leave! The dumb bot wasn't hurt anymore, so he was free to go, but yet he was still here! Plus he could tell something was happening between the two of them, this new mech and HIS master. A friendship was forming, just like when She found him as a pup. The way her face slightly lit up when " Prowl " walked in proved it, and even though white mech was pretty much expressionless, he could tell by his way his optic gazed at her, that he too enjoyed her company.

Bleh

He had to stop this, soon, like super soon. If this kept going, HIS master would forget entirely about him! He had to get her to hate his and send him away, or he knew he would lose her forever.

So it seemed as if drastic measures need to be taken. Someone would probably end up dead, but hey....it was worth the risk.

~

Prowl wouldn't say that be was board. He just had nothing to do at the moment. Earlier, he assisted Airstrike with her repairs to the ships electrical system, so they hopefully receive power to other parts of the ship. She was taking a break, he wasn't sure where she was, not that it mattered, they kinda were stranded, how far could she go she he could always ask her location through their bond.

Huh, that still sounded so....

Strange.

It still...amazed him that this happened. He had never been interested in perusing a mate, not that he never not wanted one, but found it....illogical at the time.

That all started when he was still in the academy. During his time there had observed that over 78% of the bots in a relationship or pursuing one, did poorly on their everyday studies. It was a mirical that Jazz even graduated, seeing that he pretty much dated every femme with two legs. But here he was bonded before his best friend, who wouldn't let him live it down if he ever found out.

Sure they bonded without his permission, and he didn't court her according to Paraxian tradition, like he would have preferred...but that didn't mean he still couldn't. True they were already spark bonded, but he wanted to do everything properly and-

He stumbled over something large and grumpy which interrupted his thoughts. Prowl looked down to see Steelclamp, Airstrike's cyber dog giving him a irritated look.

" I apologize...." The mech said somewhat awkwardly, due to not knowing how to hold a conversation with a dog. " I didn't see you there."

To his surprise, instead of the beast glaring at his and stalking off, he pawed at his ped, ran around the coroner, and came back, indicating he wanted the bot to follow.

Suspicious but also intrigued, the battle strategist followed the femme's pet, not noticing the evil grin spreading across his snout.

For about an hour and a half, Prowl followed the cyber dog through various parts of the ship, crawling through small places and even climbing down a long shaft.

" He's leading me to my death, I know it." The cop bot murrmered under his breath as he kept now walked through a damp tunnel like hallway, that collapsed years ago. He was becoming convinced that if this dog didn't offline him, the trip trying to get back will.

The mech sighed as he was led through another dark hallway, but instead of darting in another direction, the cyber dog slipped through a opening in the wall. Doing as he did, Prowl found the opening and went through, to his astonishment, it wasn't a bottomless pit.

The room was huge, no doubt, millions of energon cubes were stacked neatly on top of one another, against the wall, glowing brightly.

In the middle of it all was a generator. On a normal functioning ship, the robotic arm that was connected to the ceiling would be feeding it a cube every other minute.

This one was set to one cube every nine hours.

The battle strategist raised a confused optic and walked over to the settings.

" Why is this so low? If this was running properly the energy in the systems could function normally." He whispered to himself. " Which means I could send a distress signal and we could leave."

What the Autobot didn't know was one: Airstrike checked on the fiction once a day....and two: this was a trap set by Steelclamp.

Steelclamp was very familiar with his master's schedule, and knew exactly when she'd be here.

Knowing what the mech would do, the cyber dog watched as Prowl set the controls from critical to normal. And as he did that, the robotic arm reached down and picked up a cube, placing it in the generator.

That was his cue.

The cyber dog howled loudly and gave several ear pricing yelps.

The cop bot turned around and looked at him with a confused expression.

" What's wrong with you?" He asked as he watched the dog limp around.

The sound of running peds caught Prowl's audio receptors and he turned his helm torwards the door. Within several nano clicks, a orange and white femme came into view, and when she saw Prowl and the machine, waves of anger flooded their bond, and that only increase when he tried to make  his way over to ask what was wrong, but stopped when Steelclamp yelped when he neared him.

Rage flashed in the femme's optics as he stared in his eye and knelt next to her pet.

" What.Have.You.Done." she hissed darkly.