::Air Raid! ::

An exasperated voice was clearly heard over the comms. And to exasperate Prowl, the risky seeker must have done something really bad. Namely, flying straight to Starscream instead of sticking with his gestalt brothers on their role to bomb the back of the Decepticons where reinforcements were. The tactician in his secure place tucked in a cave put at several feet from the ground in a cliff kept himself from cursing out just because Bluestreak and Moonracer were with him, rifles primed and ready to shoot any con foolish and lucky enough to find the head tactician and want to take him out.
The white and black praxian felt the visual feed coming from the close Bumblebee confirm his worst worries. As the foolish youngling went after the Decepticon SiC, trying to shoot down his nimble alt mode, Thundercracker and Skywarp were coming from behind him.
::Air Raid, behind you! Ironhide cover him, at nine o'clock! :: Prowl ordered, but the red weapons specialist wasn't quick enough to charge his weapon. And the SiC could only watch the Aerialbot spiral before crashing hard on the hard rock below.

A few hours later

Knockout sighed softly as he watched a winged form being brought in by distressed Aerialbots. This was a too familiar sight.
"Who is this time? ' he snorted looking at First Aid, who only shrugged. He only knew it wasn't Fireflight, even from that far away, because he could hear his worried whining. As he approached them and the CMO who had come in with them, he sighed seeing Air Raid, passed out, his back scorched by at least two shots. But that wasn't the worst part. His wings were all dented, crushed plating sticking out like fangs of some savage creature. His chassis too was deeply caved in and bleeding profusely from what looked like several ruptured lines. Ratchet's cursing showed clearly it was as serious as he feared. Obeying to the CMO's snapped orders, Knockout set to work.
-This is far too common. - he thought irritable. Last time it had been Fireflight, the one before Silverbolt. One of the few things he missed from the Decepticons, other than the freedom of experimenting literally everything, was not having to patch up crashed seekers, unless Megatron decided to beat up Starscream. Those bots were truly idiots, if they got hurt more than Starscream pissed off Megatron.

While the med bay was in frantic action, one white and black mech watched from the hall, frowning deeply to himself. His gaze focused on the cluster of Aerialbots fussing on their hurt comrade. Even Ratchet's wrenches has not been enough to clear the area. Prowl sighed, deciding to step in himself, his doorwings raising to form a sharp V as he went from his already natural intimidating stance to one that he knew made shudder even cons. His optics narrowed as his shoulders straightened in a pure martial stance. He stepped inside the room, watching the other bots looking at their injured friends making room for him. He ignored the fearful glances many gave him, focusing on his objective.

"Your presence here does not help your injured brother." he said sternly, his tone as hard as steel. "clear the med bay now, if you don't want to be in a cell when he wakes up. '
The seekers turned to look at him with huge optics and Slingshot opened his mouth, no doubt to protest, when Silverbolt covered his mouth to quiet him.
" Let's go.' he said quietly and basically pushed Slingshot to the door. The others luckily were too scared of Prowl to protest. As the seekers left the SiC commed the Air Commander.
::When you are sure they are in their hangar, you come to my office. ::
The agreement came in an almost timid whisper, just as he expected, and he walked through the halls with a look that was probably screaming 'not talk to me', as he noticed even Optimus pass by, try to tell him something but then just walk away. Prowl didn't honestly care. He just wanted to arrive to his reign without being disturbed.

Ah, his office. Quiet, in perfect order and spotless, even more since Jazz commented that it made entering to talk to him even more unsettling. This was Prowl's reign, he felt in complete and utter control. Even more than his small tactical wing where he watched over Smokescreen and Trailbreaker to make sure they did not mess up. Here no one could possibly make mistakes he had to fix. Here he was the one who administered justice, worked, thought. He really didn't understand why his fellow officers, especially Optimus and Jazz, and Ratchet tried to drag him out at any occasion.

A soft, timid knock interrupted his really peaceful train of thought, reminding the Praxian of the more urgent matter at hand.
'Come in.' the SiC said calmly and the Air Commander entered the room quietly. Prowl could see clearly the tense wariness in his frame. Silverbolt might be a commander but he was young, inexperienced and could easily be Prowl's sparkling for their age difference. In a normal situation Prowl would have reassured the mech, even just dipping his doorwings in acknowledgement and formal greeting, but this time he remained completely still, his optics firmly locked in the Young mech's ones.
"Take a sit, commander. ' he said in a firm, emotionless order. As Silverbolt hurried to comply, he never stopped staring. Even as the seeker looked away in submission and fear.
' Look at your superior officer, Silverbolt." Prowl ordered firmly, making him raise his helm again, though he was trying not to quiver. A sight Prowl had only when he had witnessed the mech's common phobia reaction. If he wasn't so furious he would have felt even a bit guilty.
After a moment of silence to pierce at him with the full force of the disappointed stern look he knew he was giving, the Praxian finally spoke.

'Since you came online there has not been one mission, one, that has not ended with one of your bots disobeying orders, being reckless, attacking enemies alone. And 90% of these actions resulted in one getting hurt, be it the one who caused it, you or any other soldier I had to send rescuing them from their own foolishness. " the tactician said in a matter of fact tone, not caring about how his subordinate was shrinking. " this has to end, Silverbolt. I will not allow your bots to be a hassle for the whole army instead of the asset they should be. You are our only air force, and need to be able to outmaneuver the Decepticon trines. Your inexperience is already a setback, though I don't surely blame you for that, and it can't be worsened by your brothers being out of control. '
Silverbolt had been in silent astonishment for all the lecture. Prowl could easily read from his wings' terrified movements how he just wanted to flee. So he was surprised when the mech decided to speak to, he had calculated a very low possibility of that happening.
'But sir... My siblings mean well.' he said and Prowl detected in his field a protective burst. Even his wings flared up from their low shaky stance. But the Praxian honestly didn't care. He was done with this illogical foolishness.

"Of course, or they would be traitors instead of insubordinates." he replied sharply "do not try to perorate your mechs' cause, you have nothing to defend their actions with. See that you fix this, or I will. Dismissed."
The seeker this time didn't even try to keep his wings up and let them flatten wincing back. The Second in Command watched him leave, without saying anything else. He then just sighed turning back to his work. His blue optics dimming as he tried to shake off that annoyance from his spark.
Another plan not to be smoothly because of those winged menaces. Prowl was done with it.

The rumors about a very distraught Silverbolt coming out of the office belonging to the greatest jerk on that ship spread like wildfire. Even coming in the med bay. Knockout sighed as he wished they had not.
'Stop Air Raid, you are going to injure yourself further!' he snapped trying to hold down the mech.

"No! I'm gonna slag that aft!" the bigger, white and red seeker growled. 'how does he dare to say we are reckless from his comfortable position behind the lines? "
Knockout sighed grumbled and muttered out a "Frag you", taking out his saw. Having half a idea to cut his wing just enough to send him in stasis for pain.
He was just about to activate it when a sudden, painful object struck him on the back of his helm. Groaning, the red mech grabbed his helm as he felt about to collapse, his saw transforming back into a normal servo to clutch it as pain thundered in his processor.

"What were you thinking to do uh? ' a angry snap from a very well known voice made him snap out of his painful haze. Knockout looked up to face the CMO who must had him turn without him even realizing. ' we do not hurt them to make them do what we want... Or at least not with a saw! '

The red mech would have snarked back, but the pain was blistering. He didn't even listen to Ratchet's long, boring lecture and just walked away when the CMO finally relented with a huffed:"Go rest, you've done enough damage for today. Shoo. '

Knockout grumbled softly to himself, while walking to his quarters. His helm had stopped hurting so bad when he had finally managed to get his servos on one of his pain chips he held in his subspace. It really kicked in fully when the former con entered in his bare quarters and plopped on his berth. After a while of just laying motionless on his berth, the medic reopened his light blue optics and gazed around dissatisfied. He would have loved keeping stuff like posters of racers, cars, music or things like that but he had not been trusted even to pick his own furniture. One Pit of a probation. He had been tempted to go back to the cons more than once, but knowing Megatron basically sent his partner to die still made his spark boil with rage. So he just sucked it up.
The red medic shook his helm then, he had to shake away those bad thoughts. So instead he got his only remaining prized possession. A data pad with plans of Shockwave deemed impossible or delirious. Well, yes mostly they were, but Knockout loved to read through them. So he laid as comfortable as he could on the hard berth, lazily skimming through them. His optics narrowed then, as he stopped on one. His attention caught by two words: praxians and flight.
A grin appeared on his face as his scientist side went in overdrive.

Oh this was going to be juicy.

Author note: okay! This is the first chapter of the delirium my mind created when I should have been studying for an exam. I hope you like it.