Hey all, this is just an idea that I came up with late one night. Yeah I know it's not all that good but try and bear with me since it's my first Transformer fic. If you're gonna flame please try and do it constructively.

Shadow Prototype 00

The Burden of Logic

I slowly walk into the Hall of Remembrance, my footsteps echoing out in the hallow corridor. The path is well known to me. The others present look blankly at me, a few of them gasp as if they've seen a ghost. I guess it is true that I bare a striking resemblance to him, but my form is not the only thing I have in common with the one I have come to see.

At the far end of the Hall off to the right, his body stands proudly out in front like he had stood in life. I stare up at him. The light shines off the porcelain white metal of his super structure, making him glow in an ethereal light. They had done a magnificent job of recreating his body after the majority of it had been destroyed when the Hall had been demolished in one of the battles of the Great War.

Prowl. That name is known by all inhabitants of Cybertron. The great warrior, the great battle strategist, one of the many who had given their very spark in order to destroy the Decepticons, that is what they all knew him as.

The circuitry in his logic and battle computers had been far more advanced then that of any other Autobot save for Prime. He tried to find the logic in anything and everything, even when there was none to be found. It was a great strength but it came at a great price, his emotions.

Not to say that he did not have emotions, he did. It was just that he could not express them openly like the others. Emotions are illogical and being a slave to logic he could not fully express how he felt at times. As such he kept them repressed, only showing them when it was a logical time for them to be expressed. To many it gave the impression that he was cold and detached but those who knew him well, knew that it was merely the way he functioned.

Some say that he could have been the next Prime, the next great leader of the Autobots, but that could never be. A leader must be a balance between emotion and logic. Prowl was only logic, and he knew it. Besides, he was the bearer of an entirely different matrix, the matrix of logic. While the Matrix that is carried by the leader of the Autobots is *the* Matrix, there are others. The minor matrixes if you will.

Each separate minor matrix makes up one part of the Matrix of Leadership. A singular characteristic that makes the perfect leader, but the cost of possessing a minor matrix is that it takes precedence in the bearer's systems. In the case of Prowl it was logic.

How have I come to know this? I am the new barer of the logic matrix, I am Stalker. Most would think that possessing a minor Matrix would be an honor, which it is, but it is also a curse, at least this particular minor Matrix is. Not being able to fully express ones emotions leaves the bearer alone and alienated since few understand the compulsion that drives the need to find logic.

Well, now for the reason I have come to this place. No one but those who have possessed this particular minor matrix can understand the burden. For that I come to honor him, for if it wasn't for him many battles could not have been won and many would not be alive. Snapping a salute I hold it for a few astro-seconds before lowering my hand and crisply turning on the heel of my foot