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Shattered Glass - Perdition	By : GabrielC Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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SG Earth

Sunstreaker stood tense, once again in the vast room where they had first encountered the alternate Prowl, the seekers were no longer there, although Sunstreaker couldn't help but notice the stains of blue energon and other fluids marking the area where they had been held.

Jazz kept his weapon trained on him as he headed over to a small door in the right corner of the room. Sunstreaker glanced at the bland desk in front of him, filled only with data pads and reports.

'I guess Prowl is Prowl wherever he's from.' He thought absently. His attentions were suddenly caught by the muffled sounds coming from the doorway, as Jazz knocked politely and then opened the door.

An angry snarl filtered through to Sunstreaker's audio sensors as Jazz slowly ventured into the room.

"What? What do you want? I gave specific orders not to be disturbed!" Sunstreaker heard Prowl's voice, but just from the sheer level of anger and venom in the tone he knew it wasn't his Prowl. Adjusting his position slightly Sunstreaker strained to try and peer over Jazz into the room. The vision of the black and chrome mech crossed his vision as he stood.

'What is he doing on the floor?' Sunstreaker was deeply concerned, he knew Prowl was in there. Jazz and Prowl talked in muffled voices on the other side of the door. Sunstreaker tried to make out what they were saying but to no avail. Jazz straightened suddenly and lowered his weapon before heading fully into the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. Sunstreaker took his chance and ventured forward slightly. He caught sight of the familiar white and black mech's frame on his knees, before Jazz blocked his line of sight. Cursing silently he ventured forward a little further. Another sound more muffled than before, tickled his audios, he heard his Prowl talking.

A sharp cry of pain from the room startled Sunstreaker, sending him a couple of paces backward his optics wide. The door opened slowly as the other Prowl exited, locking the door behind him.

His cold optics rested on the golden yellow 'bot in front of him. Sunstreaker recovered from his shock quickly, and glared at the tactician.

"Where's Prowl?"

Prowl ignored him and headed over to his sparse desk, sitting himself quietly. Gazing with a softer expression he gave a faint gesture to the seat opposite. Sunstreaker hesitated, glancing towards the small door as the sound of scraping metal whispered out through the cracks.

"Please." Prowl insisted politely. No trace of any animosity or any feeling toward him of any kind. Reluctantly Sunstreaker sat and faced the stoic mech who smiled thinly.

"Thank you. Now you can understand being a fellow Autobot, that we must gather information from you. This is simply a precaution to ensure you are not Decepticon spies sent here to try and infiltrate the base."

Logic was never a useful tool to try and win Sunstreaker over; he thought in agitation, his Prowl at least knew that. Another angry shout echoed faintly from the room followed by a crash of metal.

"I demand to know what you're doing to Prowl!" He snarled, planting his hands firmly on the desk and leaning forward threateningly. "Where is he?"

Sighing Prowl clasped his hands patiently in front of him and held Sunstreaker's gaze. "You know full well where he is. And I am not doing anything to him. He is my guest and will be treated as such. Now sit down." The stark emphasis and underlying threat to the tone of the last three words forced Sunstreaker back into his seat, his capacitor ticking over rapidly as the adjacent room fell silent with a muffled, anguished cry.

Clenching his jaw Sunstreaker stared defiantly at the mech in front of him. "I am telling you frag all, until I get to see Prowl." Crossing his arms across his chest he maintained his stare of defiance. Prowl refrained from rolling his optics with impatience, instead choosing to get out of the seat. Calmly walking over to the window he idly stroked the leaves of the tall green plant.

"Sunstreaker that is your name correct?" He turned to face the seated 'bot, who nodded once.

"I am merely doing my duty. Gathering information is vital to our cause. We need any and all help we can get in our battle against the murderous Decepticons."

"Like slag you do." Sunstreaker muttered looking away from the stern gaze of the tactician. In no time at all Prowl reached Sunstreaker's side, much to the 'bot's surprise he found himself hauled out of the chair with such force one of his collar fairings snapped in Prowl's vice like grip. A sharp pain shot through his cortex as the back of Prowl's hand belted him hard across the face plates, causing him to yelp in pain and shock as he was sent sprawling on the floor. Pushing himself up he turned to find the black and chrome mech towering over him.

He grabbed the broken collar fairing making Sunstreaker scream as it snagged neural lines leading to his neck. He lifted him up to face him as he stood over his frame.

"I was hoping you would resist." His smooth, deep, voice dripping with loathing as he lifted his hand to Sunstreaker's helm. "This is a little something that Soundwave gave me at our last… encounter. It is going to bury itself deep into your cortex and you will tell me everything that I wish to know." His snarl turned into a sneer as he planted the device firmly onto the side of Sunstreaker's helm.

Sunstreaker jerked violently as the sharp stabbing pain penetrated his helm. His cortex screaming at him as his sensor net was overwhelmed. A deep weight seemed to fill his mind causing his optics to roll back in his head. He heard himself crying out as the heavy, dead weight took over his mind, dampening all of his other senses. The room started to spin as he tried to focus his optics. In a sharp, painful movement he found himself seated once again in the chair. Prowl perched in front of him casually, his tone once again even and controlled.

"Now." Prowl's voice was as smooth and as sharp as cut glass. "What can you tell me about your Autobot base of operations?"

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Sunstreaker winced as Jazz's hands grabbed him harshly. How long had he been standing there watching Prowl rip the information from his mind? He groaned defeated, he'd told Prowl everything he knew. Where the base was, their defenses, how many 'bots were there. He was beside himself with guilt and hate as Prowl wrenched the probe from his mind. His cold blue optics peering down at him were the last thing he remembered before his cortex shut down from the violation.

His optics blinked open at the mech, half dragging him back to the cell by his collar fairing which had been repaired. He took in the scrape of black and white paint on his white chassis, his armour dented in a number of places that didn't have dents before. Prowl, what had he done to Prowl? Struggling Sunstreaker used the last of his energy reserves trying to escape his grasp. Jazz seemingly in no mood for any kind of hassle, planted the butt of his weapon squarely onto Sunstreaker's helm flooring the golden yellow mech with one blow.

Sunstreaker stifled his cries of pain as Jazz hauled him up once more, his feet struggling to keep up. Upon their arrival to the cell, the crashing of metal could be heard along with Bumblebee's shouts of defiance and pain.

Jazz growled softly to himself, dropping Sunstreaker to the floor he accosted the guard who had Bumblebee up against the wall by his throat, his face spattered with energon, the face plates shattered around one of his optics. The smaller mech kicked his legs out viciously as Jazz approached the cell and growled. Jazz stared at him and without a word struck the guard across the back of his helm. The guard cried out in shock stumbling to the side clutching his head.

"Jazz… what the?"

"You know what Prowl's orders are regarding the prisoners."

The guard straightened and smirked at the fuming mech. "Well, I figured you'd be the one to tell the slaggin' SIC… you know… seeing as you like taking it from him!"

Bumblebee gasped in surprise as Jazz suddenly turned on the guard in a fit of rage, until the guard's screams filled the cell.

"Now get out!" Jazz snarled. The mech scrambled free and sprinted away down the corridor. Jazz lifted Sunstreaker with seeming ease and dumped him unceremoniously in front of Bumblebee. Without another word Jazz left them alone.
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