Darst-Llah

If they had learned anything positive from the war, it had been compromise. There were never ideal or even semi-decent circumstances - one had to make do with what they got. 
Honestly, if not for war, Prowl had doubted he and Jazz would even spare each other a second glance. They had to make too many compromises to make this - whatever this had been between them, - work. Yet, another thing war had taught them was persistence.
 So here he was now, pledged to keep the notorious lieutenant from doing anything stupid while he was healing. The task was close to impossible, but Ratchet had stressed how important it was to keep the medi

— Wheeljack calling Optimus Prime. Wheeljack calling Optimus Prime. Sir? - however there still had been no response -  he’s still out of reach. And we’re approaching Kaon. Sir? — Yes. I hear you, soldier - Ultra Magnus rooted himself at the rear view display.  The one that was chasing them - and there was no doubt about this being a chase now, - looked disturbingly like Megatron, except slightly bigger and with added spikes. He gained ground on them and the Jackhammer couldn’t rev up any further.  — Wanna me hit him with a missile, sir? — Negative, soldier. He does look like Megatr