He noted the difference, tucked it away in his memory, then cleared his head. Small grooves carved into the structure lit up, flickered, and then died down to a faint glow. Instantly, it came alive with lights that grew from the base and curled up the length of metal. He shook his head and walked towards the spire, raised a closed hand, and tapped the side three times. He was joined by Wrong Way, who, for the first time Tri Track could remember, was not going the wrong way.

Glancing up, he saw Twister shoot off towards another building and circle it. Tork kept driving, leaving Tri Trak behind as he rounded a corner and disappeared from sight. Tri-Track neared the spire and rolled to a halt. They flashed their lights twice in unison and continued. Two other Guardians passed him, heading in the opposite direction. They looked strange, jutting from the ground only a few feet from actual buildings. Gobotropolis was covered in these things, they sprouted from the surface like weeds, noticably larger numbers were near the connection points of the ring projected from the small sphere. He turned a corner, Tork beside him, and drove towards a towering spire that loomed against the night sky. Because Leader-1 had asked him to do this, and if a Gobot couldn't believe in him, what could they believe in? They didn't understand, Tri-Trak certainly didn't understand, but he would do what was asked of him. Leader-1's words echoed in their minds 'Give Unicron nothing, that gives us a chance.' Worry, doubt, fear, had to be pushed aside in favor of the task they were given. Most importantly, they had all been told to keep their minds as clear as possible. They were all told not to tell the others what their instructions had been, to keep any and all communication limited to one or two word exchanges, preferably hand gestures if they could do so. Some of the Guardians boarded the new Command Centers and left with Leader-1 when the time came, the rest remained on Gobotron, every one of them moving with a purpose. He came back to himself with a start, the memory of his last encounter with Leader-1 fading. Tri-Trak hesitated, frustrated, then nodded. 'Dammit Leader-1, no one blames you for-' 'That's it? I don't undestand-are you sure?'

'I need you, and the Secret Riders to.' he drew Tri-Trak closer and whispered something in his ear, then let go. Tri-Trak felt his throat tighten, his eyes stung as he placed a hand over Leader-1's. me.' He opened his eyes and looked at Tri-Trak, his eyes suddenly sharp, focused.

'Shh.' Leader-1 closed his eyes, sparks crackled across his chest. 'What are you doing, Leader-1? I know you're planning something, why won't you tell us?' this, for now.' Leader-1 raised a feeble hand and beckoned him to come closer. 'I don't understand Leader-1, why didn't you change?' he pulled his gaze away from his broken leader, unable to maintain eye contact. Tri-Trak drifted in his mind, back to that sterile room where Leader-1 lay in pieces after the change, his body ravaged and barely recognizable. He was silent, too concerned with the task at hand to fully enjoy his new body. Twister hovered above them and kept speed. His deep blue metal looked black in the fading light. Tork rolled beside him, now an armored truck sporting an impressive arsenal atop his curved, studded roof. His new body sported three all terrain, rounded treads instead of regular tires, his nameless vehicle mode a cross between a motorbike and armored car. Tri-Trak of the Guardians' Secret Riders rumbled down the street, a red spot against the landscape. They celebrated their augmented abilities for a while, but as the time passed they too fell silent, waiting for Blane's inevitable return. Until then they were under the rule of his elite trio. Blane stressed that they would take care of business when he returned, and only when he returned. Blane had pulled aside only a few Renegades, Night Fright, Warpath and Loco, and left them with orders of his own. Those that passed one another exchanged uneasy glances, remembering Leader-1's words to them. Leader-1 left explicit instructions for every Guardian, making it a point to see them individually before departing on the journey to Cybertron. Renegades and Guardians roamed the surface of Gobotropolis, navigated its airspace in silence.

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