#synthetic life

Energy blasts kept flying. Neither side stepping forward. The Autobots hid behind fallen logs. Drag Strip snarled as his gun burned in his ghost fists. Wildrider looked at his sibling; watching as he threw his gun to the snow as it evaporated. “Dang it why can’t Dead End hurry?” Drag Strip asked. “You know him, he’s never around when needed.” Wildrider yelled. (The brothers returned to shooting.

    Up in the trees, gentle spider legs pushed down on the snow covered branches. Airachnid looked down, optics focused on the blue femme. A bit of snow fell, brushing Arcee’s shoulder. She moved her helm, firing at the spider. Airachnid leaped about, shooting webs that bonded with the snow. The other Autobots looked back at their smallest member. Right as Wildrider fired at Bulkhead. The two undead mechs tore the Autobots away from the two dueling femmes.

    Arcee chased after the spider, blasters out and tearing through branches. Wood and snow fell, crushed unver the blue femme’s feet. Up above, Airachnid fired her own energy blasts. Other claws gripped onto the falling materials) “I wished you stayed in that pod!” Arcee snarled. “Two blue targets, not enough time to deal with both.” Airachnid mused. “Two?” Arcee asked. “Nothing you need to know.” Airachnid whispered. (She leaped from a tree, drilling towards the Autobot. Arcee backed up, watching snow move. Right then, an arm smacked her to a tree. Arcee moved before another leg could drill into her. Blue armor shined in the snow, servos shifted to blasters, shooting the spider. Airachnid danced in the air, twisting to keep attacking.

    Dead End stood on a cliff, overseeing the two femmes and ran. His gun out as he vanished, reappearing and kicking Arcee away) “Airachnid, enough games! Remember your mission!” Dead End hissed. (His gun pointed at the Autobot, who remained in the snow. Airachnid stared before moving closer to the fatalist) “I thought you wouldn’t care.” Airachnid hummed. “Breakdown is still our brother.” Dead End growled. (Purple energy emitted from his gun, which he aimed at the spider. A sly smirk came to his lips) “Don’t worry Dead End, I know of the deal. It’ll be over soon.” Airachnid hummed. (She moved away; tiny holes left in the snow. Dead End looked back at the motorcycle) “You think things are going to go your way Airachnid? It doesn’t matter, I’ll let my brother deal with you.” Dead End snarled. (He grabbed Arcee and both vanished as the fighting continued.

    Heavy winter winds hit black armor. Motormaster’s frame glowed a deep purple. Yellow optics noticed two figures moving towards him. His second oldest brother, with a struggling femme) “Wrong blue you idiot!” Motormaster snapped. (Dead End stepped back, letting Arcee fire shots at the duo. Her armor shifted to a motorcycle and tried to drive off. Dead End stepped back, watching his older brother rush after the Autobot.

    Blue colors swerved around the forgotten landscape. A truck’s born blared, snow falling from the tree tops. Arcee kept driving, skidding under a log as the Decepticon tore through it. Wood flew into the snow; the Autobot transformed at a cluster of trees, guns out and firing at the Kenworth. The blasts began to dent the polished grill. Motormaster yelled, transforming and punching her. Arcee yelled as she hit a stone surface, falling to the snow. Motormaster sneered, his frame relaxed. Dead End came up to him) “Airachnid knows where Breakdown is. We’d best go and die.” Dead End ordered. “Good, now to slay a Autobot before we go.” Motormaster grinned. (He came up to the fallen femme. Arcee got up, shooting at the elder mech’s faceplates. Motormaster yelled, throwing the Autobot towards an opening of trees. Both Stunticons stared before the black armored mech screamed. Guns appeared in his servos as he blasted the area. Purple flames burning his frame. The younger Stunticon stared, crossing his arms) “She’s either now dead, or going to die.” Dead End sighed. He grabbed onto his older brother’s shoulder and they vanished. The cluster of trees buried under snow.

Yes! I have returned with another part of my longest running story! I’m sorry it took forever to get this far, but I hope to return to this normal time of posting.

And@lonemaximal, I thank you for creating the inspiration of this story.

Black and red opened again to the sight of a dull light, one unused for a long time. Knock Out sat up, looking around; the room was still bland. Yet he noticed the present lying on a table. The medic came up to it, picking it up. He lost his Energon Prod, his Energon supplies, and the worst of all, the painting supplies for his finish. Knock Out sighed, subspacing the box while kicking the desk and hearing the faint thud. Black and red glanced at the door. The lights were green, someone left it unlocked. Knock Out smirked, poking a few buttons as the door opened, letting him enter a hallway.

    After wandering the long halls, voices started to become louder. Knock Out crept towards them, hiding behind a wall. His Spark pulsed faster; his saw and drill the only weapons on him, everything else disabled. He glanced inside, finding the Autobots talking. Ratchet was at the Ground Bridge controls, looking up at a map of America)

   “We know the Stunticons have ended up on Earth, but we don’t know their intentions.” Optimus stated. “Remember when Motormaster almost killed Knock Out?” Bulkhead added. “Yeah.” Smokescreen paused. “What if that former Decepticon has something to do with this whole mess?” Bulkhead asked. “That doesn’t help answer why Motormaster took Airachnid.” Arcee replied. “Was she an old friend of his that I never knew about?” Wheeljack added. “This whole thing is confusing. We know Airachnid’s disappearance is one piece of the puzzle. Knock Out is another one, I’ll talk with him later, for now, look at this.” Ratchet said.

    (The Autobots looked at the computer screen, finding a signal deep in Alaska. The kids moved closer to the computer) “Alaska must be the new Decepticon hangout, even the undead go there!” Miko chuckled. “It’ll be nice to party with Motormaster and his merry gang again.” Wheeljack said. “Ratchet, prepare the Ground Bridge!” Optimus ordered. (The Autobot medic nodded, typing in the controls.) “So we’re all going?” Smokescreen asked. “Except for Ratchet, he’ll need to interrogate Knock Out.” Optimus answered. (The white armored Autobot nodded, following the others towards the Ground Bridge tunnel) “Optimus, the Ground Bridge is ready!” Ratchet declared.

    (He pulled down the handle, letting a bright green swirl come to life at the end of the tunnel. The Autobots transformed and drove inside. Right as they entered, another car’s engine roared. The three humans and Ratchet stared as an Aston Martin drove past them. Knock Out entered the portal right as it vanished.

    Snow kicked up underneath the medic’s tires. Knock Out moved further away from the path the Autobots were making. Another blizzard was approaching, and he had to find shelter fast) “Breakdown, I hope your out there.” Knock Out whispered (He drove past large trees; his best friend had to be out there.

    Optimus and his group transformed near a cliff. They noticed a few figures standing on a frozen lake. Three of Stunticons, and Airachnid. Arcee’s servo shifted to a blaster, Optimus lowered the femme’s arm as they watched) “I’m glad you arrived.” Motormaster smiled. “We’re ready to go!” Wildrider grinned. “Where’s Dead End?” Drag Strip asked. “Still looking for him, shouldn’t have gotten too far from us.” Motormaster huffed.

    (A com beeped in Optimus’ helm; the Prime moved away and accepted it) “What is it Ratchet?” Optimus whispered. “Optimus, Knock Out escaped and is in the same location as you!” Ratchet explained. “They must be after him.” Optimus paused. “I’ll try to find his signal for you.” Ratchet said. (The com ended right as an explosion roared behind him. Optimus came back, noticing his Autobots fighting the Decepticons.

    Breakdown walked up to an opening in the mountain, seeing flashing lights in the distance. He gulped, not hearing the roar of a nearby engine) “Breakdown!” Knock Out yelled. (He kept driving, entering into the mountain. There was a bright flash behind him and red energy blasts flew past him.

    The medic transformed and got his saw and drill out. He turned, glaring at a dark red figure with a golden faceplate) “Thanks for helping me.” Dead End thanked. “Get out of our lives!” Knock Out yelled. “Fine, once we’re all dead.” Dead End said. (He got out his gun and fired at the medic. Knock Out moved away, letting the blast crash into a wall. The cherry red medic snarled, noticing the mech vanishing, not noticing him reappearing. Dead End showed no emotion as he shot Knock Out’s back. Energy blasts keep pushing the Aston Martin down. The medic turned, cutting the gun with his saw, then drilling at Dead End’s arm. The Stunticon yelled, teleporting away as a purple flame exiting from his body. Knock Out’s body tensed, moving around with his saw and drill.

    Dead End returned, now standing on a cliff of the red colored cave. His golden faceplates looked down at the medic) “Come out you coward!” Knock Out yelled. “You should’ve died Knock Out, died when the chaos happened.” Dead End said. (The medic turned, glaring at the fatalist) “I know Breakdown never wanted to see any of you again.” Knock Out said. “Siblings can’t understand reality when their too young and naive.” Dead End said. (He jumped down, coming up to the cherry red medic. Knock Out rose his drill, it spun again as Dead End fired at him.

    Golden faceplates noticed a smirk growing on his opponent’s face) “You should’ve apologized to me.” Someone said. (The Stunticon turned right as a hammer hit him. Dead End hit the ground, optics widening) “Breakdown!” Knock Out grinned. “Looking for me, brother?” Breakdown asked. (The Stunticon got out his gun again, trying to shoot as the medic sliced through it with his saw again) “Sorry, not on the doctor’s orders!” Knock Out smirked. (The Stunticon teleported, heading for a tunnel) “You know the others will be here, ready to kill you.” Dead End stated. (He vanished, leaving the two former Decepticons in the cave.

    Breakdown exhaled as he came up to his best friend. Knock Out lowered his helm as his servos shifted to normal) “I’m amazed that you managed to find me.” Breakdown said. (The cherry red medic looked up at dark blue) “Breakdown, I’m sorry for what I did. I had to do it, I didn’t want Megatron to kill you.” Knock Out paused. “Where did you go this whole time then? I thought he dragged you back to the Nemesis.” Breakdown asked. “Autobots rescued me and took me to their base. I lost my Energon Prod, my rations, and my polishes.” Knock Out exhaled. “I still have plenty of Energon if you need some.” Breakdown said. “No, I’m not hungry. We need to leave. The Autobots are here as well, and so is Airachnid.” Knock Out explained. “The Stunticons were that desperate?” Breakdown asked. “Yes, now come on!” Knock Out ordered. He transformed and drove off. Breakdown nodded, following after his friend.

Just in time for Easter weekend! I hope everyone is having a great day! Many thanks to @lonemaximal, as I wish them the best in whatever may be going on.

A flame grew within a cave. Badger sighed, sitting down next to Daffodil. The femme Vehicon slept, huddling close to the fire. Badger looked at his partner. He did so much, yet it would mean more time to survive. Help wouldn’t come to them, it sank his Spark.

     Daffodil started to open her optics. The fire was glowing against her face. “You got some firewood.” Daffodil stated. “I also tried to contact the Nemesis again, no reply. We’re still on our own.” Badger sighed. (The femme Vehicon held his servo) “I hope someone hears our cries.” Daffodil said. (She huddled close to him) “So do I.” Badger sighed. (Daffodil rested her helm to his neck) “At least we’re together.” Daffodil hummed. “Yep, the Vehicon Defense, keep a partner close and pray you make it.” Badger chuckled. (Both watched the fire continue to burn. The flame of their hope against the darkness of the outside.

    Further out in the snow, Vehicons rested by trees away from a road. Dreadwing stood in place, watching his soldiers trying their best to repair themselves. His cannon was in his grip, a finger on the trigger in case any tried to sneak up on him. The fight was sudden, left his group injured. It all felt strange but familiar. Dreadwing closed his optics, starting to piece together forgotten memories.

     A damaged blue Seeker huddled close to a piece of a broken bridge. He held his cannon, aiming at any Autobot who got close. It was war, where no one knew if they would live. The sun was setting in the city, but the night wouldn’t deter him. Dreadwing lied down, feeling the cold of the ground meet his warm armor. There were faint voices nearby. The Seeker noticed lights getting closer. He aimed his cannon at them until he noticed the Decepticon symbols on their chests. Must be a attempt by a rescue team. The mechs came up to him, one of them knelt down, revealing bright yellow optics)

    “You’re alive.” The mech stated. “We know Breakdown, got to get out of here!” Another growled. “I know, please don’t do that.” Breakdown whimpered. (Dreadwing got up, snarling at the self-repaired wound on his torso. One mech came up to him, another with yellow optics, now having a golden faceplate. Much like the previous one that he saw. The mech nodded before turning to the tallest of the group) “Autobot reinforcements are coming.” A mech said. “Are you sure you can handle it Dead End?” Breakdown muttered. “Yes, I’ll teleport and you assist in getting the only survivor out of this dying city.” Dead End said. (Within a blink of an eye, he vanished in a bright light. Two other mechs came up to the Seeker, both with yellow and black armor. They lifted him, starting to walk away from the chaos. Dreadwing looked at the team, trying to find words to say. For right now, he knew there were two. Breakdown and Dead End. Everything turned to black as the memories mixed with reality.

    He looked at the frost coating the sky. Dead End, one of Breakdown’s siblings, but didn’t he die? A figure came up to him) “Sir?” Someone asked. (Dreadwing turned to face a femme Vehicon. Her armor was tense as she stared at his golden faceplates) “Yes?” Dreadwing asked. “I need to talk to you, somewhere that the others can’t see us.” The Vehicon requested. (The SIC nodded, watching as the soldier pushed away some trees.

    Both stepped onto a cliff, finding a vast forest and waterfall beyond their optics. Dreadwing starred as the Vehicon came up to him) “And what is this about?” Dreadwing asked. “I saw you at the Battle of Ika, you defeated the Autobots before they could kill me or my friends. The way you fought, I felt something inside of me open up. After that fight, I tried to make things that would appear to you. All fell through, except for what you wear.” The femme Vehicon explained. (Dreadwing looked at the bracelet before back at the femme) “It was you.” Dreadwing stated. “Yes, I made it because I love you.” The Vehicon whispered. She hugged the SIC, her armor trembling as she waited for him to reject her. It was stupid, everyone knew how foolish she was for attempting this, but it was her one chance to try.

    Dreadwing stared at her, how cold her frame was against his warmth. He exhaled, raising his arms to keep her close. This was ridiculous, everyone, including him all looked down at these soldiers. They fought, they died, but she was the first to feel this way. He closed his optics, the bracelet on his servo brushing the Vehicon’s back. Both stayed together, two birds huddled for warmth, waiting for the storm to pass.

Well, I kept my promise for this to return soon. I apologize for the very very long delay, mostly due to events and computer issues that it took longer than expected. But I will try to get back to a weekly schedule. I also hope @lonemaximal will come back soon.

Breakdown groaned as he felt the harsh wind coat his armor. The frost bit at his metal, a numb pain that he brushed off compared to what he felt inside. The sting of betrayal. He drove up a hill, trying to escape the blizzard. His wheels protested against the thick snow. Yet, none of this would deter him. He was going to continue to go. Find the Decepticons and return to Knock Out. His radio only played lifeless static. His friend had his collection. His present, all that belonged to him as now with his partner. Or Soundwave, who knows.

    Dead End followed the deep tracks. He held a smirk, this was too easy. His brother was always stupid to not look behind his back. The rest of his brothers and their secret weapon will come and bring his Spark and cold husk to Motormaster. He kept driving, following his brother, the young and pitiful fool.

    Police sirens blared as cars rushed down the open highway. Two vehicles drove like maniacs as they slammed right into cars on the other side of the road. More swerved out of the way as news crews came and filmed the insanity. Wildrider cackled as cars drove off. “Run, run as fast as you can! You won’t avoid me, for I’m the dead end!” Wildrider laughed. “Your not him you idiot!” Drag Strip yelled. “But I am now!” Wildrider retorted. (The two kept driving past the various cameras, all for anyone’s eyes to see.

    Miko stared at the crazy driving on the small television) “Those guys are awesome!” Miko cheered. (Jack and Raf stood near her, yet didn’t see intrastate in the driving. They focused on an ongoing conversation with the two medics. Knock Out exhaled as Ratchet made the last adjustments to his chest) “Am I ready to go?” Knock Out asked. “Yes, now don’t strain yourself or I won’t repair you.” Ratchet sighed. (The cherry red medic nodded and slipped off. He looked around, noticing Bulkhead nearby. The bulky green Auotbot noticed what Miko was watching. Two cars speeding off away from the cameras. He walked up to them)

    “Must be a nice movie.” Bulkhead said. “Bulk, I hope it is!” Miko cheered. “Yeah, wait, they looked familar.” Bulkhead said. (He walked closer to the kids area and watched the two cars. Noticing the faint color of red and yellow. His optics widened, it was the two. Them. The mech ran) “Why are they causing trouble?” Bulkhead thought.

    (Knock Out entered into an empty quarters. He closed the door and exhaled. Everything felt numb. The cherry red medic moved his helm, hearing any noises that was behind the door. Was Breakdown even alive at this point) “I need some time to myself.” Knock Out whispered. (He let the silence return, the fear disappeared, but, an empty piece remained.

    Dead End growled, the blizzard got worse. Far wrong than he expected. Even if he could teleport, it would do him nothing, as the ice disabled his systems. Breakdown, how can he be hiding this well against him? It was like when they were Younglings. He always hid from them and they had to search all over the worse of places to drag him back. The Stunticon sighed, keeping a grip on his gun as he traversed through the snow. Not yet noticing a cave.

    Yellow optics gleamed as Breakdown walked in the frozen cave. Red lights illuminated from unknown places. He exhaled, turning his helm in case anyone was behind him. No one, and that was good. He walked across the cold stone and continued his trip.

Merry Christmas everyone! I’m so glad to be able to post on a wonderful day. I hope everyone has a great celebration, and @lonemaximal​, I’m sorry I’ve been late.

Near a frozen lake, two mechs stood by a tree. Wildrider aimed his gun at icicles above him, his brother, Drag Strip stared at a wandering fox. “Do you think he’ll be here?” Drag Strip asked. “Dead End’s too busy polishing his armor.” Wildrider growled. “Chasing around birds who messed up his hood sounds fitting.” Drag Strip chuckled. “How funny.” Someone stated. (The two Stunticons turned their helms to the sight of Dead End. He approached the two, a frown on his golden face plates) “What, did the Decepticons get away?” Wildrider asked. (Dead End started polishing his armor)

    “There has been a change in plans.” Dead End explained. “What?” Wildrider yelled. “Motormaster knows how incompetent you are. I’m following Breakdown while you return to base.” Dead End explained. “What about the other Decepticons?” Drag Strip snarled. “They don’t matter, I need to focus on our youngest brother.” Dead End sighed. “Fine, its big brother’s orders.” Wildrider said. (Both vanished, leaving Dead End to look at a mountain) “At least those two left me a trail to follow.” Dead End whispered. (He transformed and vanished.

    Yellow optics focused on thick glass in front of him. Motormaster could see what was behind it. Bright purple optics filled with detail. Her, a femme frozen by time in a forever surprised expression. Something must’ve got her and sprung the trap. The bulky mech clenched his fists, where were his brothers?

    Time passed, yet, nothing. Motormaster’s temper was reaching it’s breaking point. Did they find out about a stupid race or disobey orders? He clenched his fists, this was the best time to break the seal of his brother’s killer. Yet, his two younger brothers wanted to be time wasting idiots. Motormaster screamed as he ripped the pod open.

    The eldest brother stepped back as a claw almost hit his face. He grabbed it and the femme’s chest) “Listen, I was the one who released you!” Motormaster yelled. (Airachnid’s optics widened, who was this mech, where she? Her armor remained tense as the other legs on her back tried to move. Motormaster’s grip was too strong, far more than Breakdown’s. Yellow optics glared at her) “Who are you?” Airachnid asked. “Someone who knows of your reputation. Learned of you after what you did to my little brother.” Motormaster replied. “So you want me dead for killing him?” Airacnid asked. “No, I want to say thank you and request of a favor now that I have released you.” Motormaster said. (He let go of the spider femme and leaned against a tree. Dull yellow stared at poisonous purple)

    “A favor, of what kind?” Airachnid asked. “You did kill Breakdown yes, but, he’s alive. Dang medic friend of his brought him back to life. Now here I am with my brothers from the Allspark ready to drag his sorry aft back there.” Motormaster growled. “Where can I find Breakdown now that he’s running around?” Airachnid asked. “Alaska.” Someone chimed. (The mech and femme turned their helms to the sight of Drag Strip. Wildrider appeared right behind him. Both staring at the femme)

    “So Dead End is following him?” Motormaster asked. (Wildrider nodded) “He’s been bouncing a lot.” Wildrider chuckled. (The King of the Road grinned) “Now Airachnid, kill Breakdown, and we’ll release you. If not, we’ll have to shove you back in that pod and never let you see the Allspark.” Motormaster ordered. (The femme smirked) “That won’t be too hard.” Airachnid said. “Good, because it’ll be a long trip, far up north. My two brothers will help you get there.” Motormaster said. (He vanished into the darkness, leaving her with the two crazy brothers) “Hey Wildrider, I’ll race you and the femme. I’m going to win!” Drag Strip yelled. (He transformed and drove off, his brother screaming before driving away. Airachnid sighed, of all things to wake up to, no chance at slaying Arcee yet. She transformed and flew off after the two crazy roadsters.

    Soundwave walked past a few Vehicons working on various machinery. It was the daily systems check for the Nemesis. Megatron had been planning out ways to attack the Autobots and get Knock Out back. It would be easy, yet after Dreadwing’s team stopped filing reports, all were blind to the snow. The silent mech’s shoulders drooped when he faced a window overlooking clouds. That has been the entire sight of the window all day. Nothing but water molecules gathered up to drift away. He lifted his helm upon the noise of footsteps)

    “Commander Soundwave.” A Vehicon spoke. (Said mech turned to look upon the soldier) “Yes?” (Megatron) Soundwave played. “A new life signal popped up. It’s Airachnid’s.” The Vehicon said. (He walked off, Soundwave follwed him up to a screen. It showed his, Megatron, and now Airachnid’s as still working. Yet, Starscream, Dreadwing, Breakdown, and Knock Out’s were missing. The silent mech started to press buttons, focusing on the spider femme’s location. A map appeared, zooming in on California. The signal kept moving north. He looked at the soldier before walking off. Megatron needs to know the whereabouts of one traitor, based on the path she would be going. The pieces were coming together.

    He left the room, moving across a long hallway within the Nemesis. His fingers clenched, Airachnid, the one who dared try to take command was back. She would soon be walking on eggshells.

Finally, I’m glad to get this up and now I can hlp move onto the next chapter. It does feel strange how my other stories have been ignored. But I don’t have much control over that aspect of my writing. At least Synthetic Life has been very popular based on websites like fanfiction.net. I’ll just stop rambling and let everyone read the chapter.

Credit goes to @lonemaximal for being the inspiration.

Systems started to come online, errors filled the screen. A cold shivered across her frame. Red glowed, letting her optics examining tiny clear crystals building up on her face. Daffodil blinked a few times before sighting someone standing over her. Another Vehicon; Badger.

    “Your alive.” Badger paused. “Badger? How did we survive?” Daffodil asked. “I disabled most of my systems to protect myself from the cold. In my search, I found you lying in Stasis Lock.” Badger replied. “What will we do now?” Daffodil asked. “Rest, we can’t do anything until your systems come back online. Managed to find this little cave and some trees nearby.” Badger said. “Do you think other Vehicons are looking for us?” Daffodil asked. “I’m unsure, all my com systems are offline. I can’t let those Autobots find us or those maniacs.” Badger explained. (He sat down next to Daffodil, lifting her up to stare at a fire)

    “What do you want to do when this is all over?” Daffodil asked. “I wouldn’t mind visiting a forest and find badgers.” Badger chuckled. “I’m hoping to see the flowers again. One wish is to find a large flower patch that I can rest near. Have you seen any butterflies?” Daffodil asked. “Sticks of butter with wings?” Badger asked. “No.” Daffodil sighed. “Err, I’m unused on human things.” Badger said. “Their tiny creatures with wings and weird straws. I see them on flowers and always wondered why they have those straws.” Daffodil answered. “Strange.” Badger said. “I should’ve researched them a while back on the Nemesis. Although Megatron or Soundwave wouldn’t have approved.” Daffodil chuckled. “Remember the last time Baconrider looked up what bacon is?” Badger asked. “You convinced him into that thing.” Daffodil added. (The two Vehicons laughed as the fire continued to burn the wood)

    “I need to get some more wood, will you be alright without me?” Badger asked. “Yeah.” Daffodil paused. “I don’t want to risk killing the both of us. At least one of us can live to tell Megatron or any other Decepticon that one of us survived.” Badger replied. “Be careful.” Daffodil whispered. (The male Vehicon lowered his friend closer to the dimming fire. His red visor glowed as the Vehicon walked out of the cave, his Spark racing at each second.

    Wildrider and Drag Strip snarled. Both vanished and reappeared at almost every tree. Their optics glowed, searching for the youngest of their brothers. If they were to fail again, Motormaster won’t like this. So they continued their search across the Winter landscape. The cold not bothering them compared to their true alive brother.

    Breakdown looked around as he hid within a cave of ice. One yellow optic glowing against darkness. He noticed the faint traces of yellow, Drag Strip moving further away. He looked around at every step he took, this should give him enough time to run, unless Wildrider hid himself. Breakdown started to step out of the cold and began to transform.

    Snow hit Breakdown’s tires as he started to drive away. Drag Strip still unaware of what was going on. The dark blue mech continued to move further away. His wheels leaving trails of marks engraved into the snow. It shouldn’t be enough to alert his older brother, yet at that thought, his Spark pulsed.

    The yellow mech lifted his helm and turned, yes, there was a sign his little brother was here. His visor glowed before catching sight of a fading Armet Balkan) “Wildrider!” Drag Strip yelled. (Upon that voice, Breakdown drove away, now hearing the roar of tires behind and beside him?

    Wildrider cackled as he rammed right into Breakdown. This send the larger mech a few inches away from the main path he was on. A cannon emerged from Breakdown’s roof and started firing at the Stunticon. Wildrider drove back as Drag Strip appeared right in front of Breakdown. The elder mech transformed and punched at Breakdown’s windshield. Tires screeched as Breakdown hit the brakes and transformed. He gripped onto Drag Strip and threw him towards a boulder. A yellow optic glared upon his yellow brother. His cannon fired a blast at his older brother. The blast hit his shoulder as Breakdown turned away)

    “Breakdown, you loved that game of hide and seek. The same one we played with you for years.” Wildrider growled. “Don’t push me.” Breakdown growled. “Push you? Do you know how much I hated that game? You were always a terrible player and I always grew sick of it. I want to go home again with you!” Wildrider yelled. “Do you know what you put me through?” Breakdown snarled. “Oh, we had lots of fun playing tag with you!” Wildrider yelled. “That was when you were chasing me, called me a running cyberduck and tried to attack me.” Breakdown said. (His shoulder cannon pointed at the older brother. Wildrider frowned, his yellow optics glaring upon the sole one of his brother)

    “Breakdown.” Wildrider paused. (The young brother turned his frame and got his hammers out, slamming them right at Drag Strip’s chest. He screamed out as he vanished, blending with the snow. Breakdown turned and glared at his brother, hammers now coated with snow. Wildrider stood still, watching as Breakdown towered over him. All fake, a facade to hide the true confused Youngling inside) “I never want to see you again.” Breakdown choked. “We are family, we won’t leave till.” Wildrider paused. (His optics widened as Breakdown slammed down at him with his hammers. The shoulder cannon firing at the older brother.

    Soon, the mist of Wildrider vanished, now leaving Breakdown to attack the snow. Some splashed onto his face. He stood still as small fragments fell down his bulky armor. Snow started to get harsher as he noticed it. A blizzard was starting to hit this area. Breakdown transformed and drove off. Everything within his bulky armor now freezing as he blasted hot air within his systems. Back on the road again, all by himself without his partner. The cold air drifted away by the heat, yet most remained deep within his Spark.

Hi guys, life has been pretty hard lately, so I’m unsure when the next chapter will come out. I thank you all so much for your patience and understanding that life can get in our way. I just have to make it through. I originally planned to post this on the 21st, since that was the fifth year anniversary since @lonemaximal posted the comic on Deviantart. I’m glad to be able to post again, even if it may take me a while to come back.

Children laughed; throwing snowballs at each other. All unaware of a snow coated Armet Balkan nearby. Breakdown stared at them, a frown on his orange faceplates. He was alone, a target by his own family. Breakdown sighed, letting snow fall off his frame. Where will he go from here? No signs of Vehicons or Dreadwing, if he survived. Breakdown drove past a few snowmen and spotted each of their coal smiles and continued on.

 High above the sky, a few jets flew in the clouds. A Vehicon nicknamed Giddy flew higher with a net on his undercarriage. Abby snored while in the air. “I still can’t believe that you have a Sleep Net.” Giddy said. “Yeah, I always keep it with me when I have a hard time recharging.” Tim replied. “Guys!” Someone called. (The two Vehicons stopped, all noticed an Armet Balkan) “There he is.” Dreadwing mused. “Lets hurry.” The Vehicon said. (The jets flew closer to Breakdown.

 His mirrors caught sight of the Decepticon jets. So they found him. Breakdown sighed and started to slow down. The ice continued to push him forward. He stopped, letting Dreadwing and the Vehicons to land, they surrounded him. Breakdown transformed, raising his servos) “Breakdown, Lord Megatron grows weary of your game. Return with us to the Nemesis.” Dreadwing ordered. “Is Knock Out there?” Breakdown asked. (The Vehicon glanced at each other. Dreadwing nodded) “Yes, I will ensure that your reunited with him.” Dreadwing said. (Breakdown nodded and walked up to him. Dead End narrowed his optics, his brothers should be here soon. Right then, all heard the roar of engines.

 Wildrider and Drag Strip cackled as they started to open fire at everyone. Breakdown transformed and drove off. Dreadwing started to walk towards Breakdown right as someone shot the Seeker’s back. The two Stunticons drove ahead, knocking down any Vehicon which stood in their way. Dreadwing got up, sighting a glowing aura reappearing. Dead End gripped a cluster of grenades, throwing them at the Decepticons. Dreadwing’s machine gun roared to little as he fired at the fatalist. Dead End vanished, letting trees fall. The Vehicons huddled behind their Second in Command. Armor tense as Dreadwing kept firing.

 Breakdown’s canon came to life, firing lasers at the two maniacs) “Come on home!” Wildrider yelled. (Breakdown transformed and activated his hammers. The elder brothers transformed; Breakdown slammed his hammers at the two. They crashed into trees and vanished. The bulky mech growled before transforming and driving away.

 Dead End crashed into a few trees; he groaned, noticing the barrels of a canon aimed at him. Dreadwing glared at him) “What is your purpose here?” Dreadwing growled. “I cannot say.” Dead End sighed. (He vanished, leaving Dreadwing with a few injured Vehicons.

      Ratchet sighed as he placed the final pieces in, welding crimson red armor together. Other Autobots wandering around in search for anyone willing to cause trouble. Ratchet sighed, putting the tools away from his work. Smokescreen walked up to the two medics) “Anything new?” Ratchet asked. “One thing went missing.” Smokescreen said. “What could it be?” Ratchet asked. “I’m unsure, although Arcee looked furious.” Smokescreen answered. (Ratchet frowned as he saw the other Autobots come up to him. Arcee now bearing narrowed optics and clenched fists)

      “How can any of this be possible?” Bulkhead asked. “The fact that our former enemy came back?” Wheeljack asked. “Yes, that, except, why of all things to take, was it the capsule?” Bulkhead continued. “The one containing Airachnid?” Ratchet asked. (Arcee nodded) “Now we’ve got former enemies after us again, first Motormaster and now her.” Arcee growled. “Airachnid?” Someone whispered.

      (All optics focused on the cherry red medic. Knock Out cracked open his optics, finding the Autobots surrounding him. Numbness filled his armor as he tried to move. Restraints on his wrists and ankles. What he focused on the most was his ruined paint job) “Your awake.” Smokescreen said. “My paint job!” Knock Out screamed. “Calm down.” Wheeljack sighed. (The red medic glared at the Wrecker) “Do you know how important it is to me?” Knock Out yelled. (He snarled before stopping, pain filling his side. Ratchet groaned)

      “Any sudden movement and you will feel pain!” Ratchet snapped. “How long have I endured being with you?” Knock Out asked. “A lot of time.” Ratchet sighed. “We will repair your paint job the best we can, Knock Out.” Optimus said. “In exchange for what?” Knock Out groaned. “Your cooperation; we know what pain you’ve experienced by the servos of Megatron. If you wish to get better, than you are to follow what Ratchet says.” Optimus said. “Fine, turn these restraints off and give me space.” Knock Out replied. (Optimus nodded and turned his helm to Ratchet. Arcee stepped up to Knock Out) “You mentioned Airachnid.” Arcee said. “Her, I dare not want to hear her name again!” Knock Out yelled. “For what reason?” Smokescreen asked. “She, she.” Knock Out paused. (He lowered his helm and lay flat on the berth. Tears threatening to fill his optics. Ratchet rose his servos) “Its time I return to work, back away everyone.” Ratchet said. (The Autobots started to step back till leaving the two medics alone in the room. Ratchet disabled the restraints, picking up more tools)

      “She killed him, she killed him!” Knock Out screamed. “Killed who? Wait, Breakdown?” Ratchet asked. (Knock Out said nothing, he closed his optics and moved his helm away from Ratchet) “What were you talking about involving her?” Knock Out asked. “We had a capsule containing her after events when we discovered the Insecticons.” Ratchet explained. (He stepped back as Knock Out clawed the berth) “You allowed her to live after she killed him?” Knock Out growled. “We didn’t know Breakdown died, until after what MECH did to his body.” Ratchet replied. (He started to hear sobbing and sighed.

      Bulkhead lowered his helm as he stood near the main room) “Hey.” Someone called. (Bulkhead almost jumped at the voice before noticing it was Wheeljack) “Oh, hey Jackie.” Bulkhead grinned, “Found a neat place to go for training. Would give us something to do outside of waiting.” Wheeljack said. “Yeah, I’ll go for it.” Bulkhead said. (The Wrecker tilted his helm) “Something bothering you?” Wheeljack asked. “No, lets get going.” Bulkhead said. (Wheeljack nodded) “Fine, at least sunshine will have his peace and quiet.” Wheeljack smirked.

      The two Autobots walked past the two medics, Bulkhead looked away as he saw Knock Out crying. Breakdown didn’t deserve becoming a life support for such an insane man. The Autobot pushed his thoughts away for the moment, he’d get to apologies later once he calmed down.

What’s this?! A new chapter here? I apologise so much for the delays, as real life is pretty busy nowadays, but I’ll do my best to keep posting and updating this blog. Thanks @lonemaximal.

Two black cars drove through a long and frosty road, their engines roaring in the silence. Until two vehicles appeared right behind them and opened fire on the Vehicons. The two soldiers kept driving in their pathetic attempt to escape.

    Daffodil swerved on the frozen road and avoided her comrade. Badger drove further away from Daffodil, his mirrors focused on the two crazy cars. The two Vehicons stared upon the crevice right in front of them. A sharp turn to the left to avoid the danger ahead. Would it shake the two insane mechs behind them? Badger started to slow down, he and the two Stunticons gazed as Daffodil broke through rails. She screamed before a loud crash echoed across the road. Badger stopped right as Wildrider rammed right into him. The Vehicon tried driving forward, yet, Drag Strip headed right for him!

    Badger swerved away from the two Stunticons, a final shove from Wildrider sent him over the edge. The two Stunticons transformed and looked down the ravine. Grins on their faces upon hearing the loud crash. Ice shattering deep in the ravine. They started to laugh, Wildrider clapped) “I hope you enjoyed the fall!” Wildrider cackled. (Both vanished among the snow, their presence unknown, the icy winds blew, whispers grew silent.

    Three Vehicles drove down a ramp; Ratchet ignored the transformation noises behind him. Bulkhead stepped near the medic, optics focused on Knock Out) “What happened this time?” Bulkhead asked. “He still hasn’t woken up?” Arcee asked. “No, he woke up during your patrol.” Optimus answered. “What are we going to do now?” Bumblebee beeped. “Not sure, we didn’t find any Vehicons in Jasper. They must be up to something ” Arcee said.

    (Bulkhead looked around) “Is Jackie still here?” Bulkhead asked. “Yes, still handling those repairs, always telling me that its fine. Nothing to worry over with delicate equipment.” Ratchet groaned. “Heh, what about Smokescreen?” Bulkhead asked. “Still with him, always asking for crazy stories.” Ratchet answered. “I should get over there and tell him all that he needs to know.” Bulkhead grinned. (He walked away and left the Autobots to return their focus on Knock Out. Ratchet still doing his work over scarred red armor.

    Deep in the hall, the bulky Autobot walked, blue optics focused on the various doors. He stopped upon noticing a shadow pass by the glass. Bulkhead stopped and opened it; he froze upon sighting something phasing through one of the doors. The mech revealed his mace and glaring at whatever might be sneaking in. A capsule emerged, Motormaster revelaing himself gripping it. Yellow met blue as the Stunticon laughed. Letting the capsule roll off his back, he pulled out his sword)

    “Bulkhead, a suprise to see you again after so long. I kinda missed you.” Motormaster smirked. “How are you still alive?” Bulkhead asked. “Takes a lot of hatred to come back, so I give you a choice. Leave me alone or I’ll have to rip your Spark out like you did with mine.” Motormaster snarked. (A purple flame grew within his chest, it emerged from deep in his cold black steel. The Autobot opened fire and the black armored Decepticon stepped back. His armor phasing through the capsule as the shot hit it. Bulkhead’s armor tensed as Motormaster laughed) “Scrap!” Bulkhead yelled. “Come on, tell Jackie to come here!” Motormaster screamed. (He threw his sword, letting it hit Bulkhead’s armor. The Autobot yelped as he hit a pannel on a nearby wall. Sirens echoed across the base, Bulkhead stood up and ripped the blade out. He yelled, throwing it back at the Stunticon. Motormaster grabbed it and revealed his blaster. The black armored truck grinned as he fired it at Bulkhead, digging him deeper into the wall. Bulkhead groaned as the eldest Stunticon gripped onto the bulky mech’s chest. He grinned before starting to hear footsteps.

    Arcee and Bumblebee entered and are greeted by Bulkhead slamming into them. Bulkhead glared at Motormaster as he gripped onto the capsule and vanished.

    Ratchet lifted his helm from his work. Smokescreen stood nearby) “What’s going on?” Smokescreen asked. “I’m unsure.” Ratchet snarled. (Motormaster appeared behind Smokescreen, throwing him at Ratchet. The two Autobots fell to the ground as Motormaster gripped his sword, placing it over Knock Out) “Stop!” Smokescreen yelled. (Before anyone could move, a blaster shot hit Motormaster. He looked and saw Optimus standing near the entrance. Motormaster snarled before something jabbed into his shoulder. He turned to find Wheeljack standing on the table with him. Jackie kicked the Stunticon away, letting Optimus tackle him. Motormaster roared before disappearing. Optimus stood up; all looked around no sign of the Stunticon. Bulkhead ran into the room) “Did any black armored mechs enter here?” Bulkhead asked. “For a while.” Optimus sighed. (Ratchet stood up) “Knock Out wasn’t injured, how close he was to geting his Spark extinguished.” Ratchet sighed. “Who was that?” Smokescreen asked. “Motormaster, you remember that story Bulk told you?” Wheeljack asked. (The young Autobot looked at the former Decepticon) “So many questions.” Smokescreen mused.

    (Yellow optics focused on the jets. Dead End teleported, keeping up with the others. He stopped Orbital Bouncing upon sight of two vehicles on the road. Dead End sighed as they transformed) “Hey!” Wildrider cheered. (He hugged Dead End. The fatalist sighed) “Where have you been?” Dead End asked. “Busy killing Vehicons.” Drag Strip answered. “Motormaster hasn’t returned. You should hunt for Breakdown.” Dead End ordered. “Fine, should we kill him?” Wildrider asked. “I’m not sure. I would speed up the inevitable, although Motormaster wouldn’t approve.” Dead End answered. (The two brothers glared at him) “Fine, we’ll just stay with you!” Drag Strip yelled. (Dead End sighed; before noticing Motormaster with a capsule. He approached, placing the capsule down) “There you all are!” Motormaster yelled. “You decided now was the time?” Wildrider gasped. “Yes, now go find Breakdown!” Motormaster ordered. (Both brothers vanished, Dead End looked up at his older brother) “Except me?” Dead End asked. (The truck nodded) “Keep an optic on Dreadwing. If the spider fails, we’ll still have help elsewhere.” Motormaster ordered. He and the capsule vanished; the fatalist transformed, driving before teleporting further into the path.

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The blizzard wind rushed through the remaining jets. All bearing frost on their wings; flying above a frozen road. No Vehicons in sight, if the snow hasn’t caught them. A Vehicon nicknamed Giddy flew up to Tim. “Do you think the blizzard is the reason for the loss of the signal?” Giddy asked. “It’s harder to get a signal. How can this Earth element effect us?” Dreadwing questioned. (He flew further ahead in the snow; the surviving Vehicons continuing to follow. The femme Vehicon went closer to Dreadwing)

    “Commander?” The Vehicon asked. “Yes.” Dreadwing replied. “I wondered on what happened to you, how did you end up on those cliffs?” The femme asked. “A previous blizzard occurred during my search. Far stronger than this; it blew me off course. I crashed into one of those structures and rested till you came.” Dreadwing said. “Did we disturb you?” The Vehicon asked. “No, I needed to return to my mission.” Dreadwing said. “Dreadwing, sir!” Tim cried. (The mech and femme paused, noticing Tim diving towards the ground. Those still alive followed, escaping the clouds.

    The Vehicons and Dreadwing landed onto the ice cold asphalt. Particles attaching themselves to their armor. All noticed Tim running to something covered in show. He brushed it away and gasped. A Vehicon lay buried in snow, frozen in the position he died in. The femme Vehicon trembled, looking up at Dreadwing. He approached the body and glanced on Tim)

“Autobots.” Dreadwing growled. “Knock Out must’ve told them and now their looking for Breakdown.” Giddy growled. (Dreadwing sighed, the cold wind started to get harsh. Snow flew through the air, trees started to become harder to see. More bodies revealed from the harsh conditions. The femme Vehicon approached the others, tripping on a pile of snow. She stood up; armor shaking from both fear and the cold. The femme glanced at the pile, noticing movement) “Everyone!” The Vehicon called. (Dreadwing and the two Vehcions went up to her. She pointed to the pile of snow moving.

    Tim and Giddy dug through the ice, pulling out Abby. She moaned, red visor flashing) “Primus your lucky!” Giddy yelled. “Hmm? Am I dead?” Abby asked. “No, now we need to contact base. What happened while we were gone?” Tim asked. “I saw red and yellow cars, they attacked us. Killed everyone.” Abby sighed. “Knock Out and Bumblebee; they’re looking for Breakdown as well.” Tim sighed. (Abby started to stand up, except her frame refused to move)

    “No, save your strength.” The Vehicon said. (They stared on the wounded Vehicon) “I can’t get a signal from down here. Will have to try somewhere else.” Dreadwing growled. “We can’t separate, Abby will die without us.” The Vehicon said. (The Seeker glared upon the femme; Tim approached Dreadwing)

    “We’ll find higher ground or hope that this blizzard ends soon.” Tim said. “Then there’s one choice.” Dreadwing said. (He started to walk away. Abby looked at Tim and Giddy) “Have any other ideas?” Abby asked. “I do have some nets, if your alright with flying high up.” Giddy said. “Which type of net?” Abby asked. “Sleep Net.” Giddy answered. (Silence; the winged femme Vehicon sighed before walking up to Dreadwing. Her optics on the bracelet)

    “Commander Dreadwing?” The Vehicon asked. “What?” Dreadwing replied. “I’ve mentioned it before, that bracelet, it looks good on you.” The Vehicon whispered. (She looked away, still able to notice a thin smile on her Comamnder’s face) “It reminds me of my brother. And a bit of my past.” Dreadwing said. “What happened?” The Vehicon asked. “Do you know of Orniths?” Dreadwing asked. “No, my life began near the end of the fighting on Cybertron. Information about those things didn’t matter. At least, to everyone around me.” The Vehicon said. (She glanced back at the three Vehicons wrestling each other)

    “In Seeker culture, an Orniths is mean to represent many things. Most wear these long chains during celebrations. Pieces of metal would dangle from them. Often bearing a symbol of what they wish for the most.” Dreadwing explained. “Did you get one?” The Vehicon asked. “Yes, long before the war; I received oone from a close friend. Her Ornith represented love, that she had affection for me. Except, my Sire disagreed.” Dreadwing answered. “Why did he not like it?” The Vehicon asked. “He wanted me and my twin to ignore those emotions. Most considered him crazy after a nightmare he had. About a war, how he would lose me, Skyquake, and our Carrier. He trained Skyquake and I to where we are now.” Dreadwing explained. “Do you still feel those emotions, when their buried away by all the years of fighting?” The Vehicon asked. “No. I’m not meant to show others of weakness. My Sire destroyed her Ornith to ensure I wouldn’t let my emotions control me.” Dreadwing answered. “Then, why do you keep the bracelet?” The Vehicon asked.

    (Dreadwing paused, red optics focused on the emeralds and diamonds. Why did he accept this gift when he should’ve destroyed it? The SIC looked at the soldier) “You seem interested in this, did you make it?” Dreadwing asked. “No, where did you find it?” The Vehicon asked. “At a mine during my mission for Knock Out. I woke to the sight of a box contianing this and a message. I’m still curious about who would give me this. And to know who it was.” Dreadwing answered. (The Vehicon lowered her helm)

    “Um, Commander; there’s one last thing I wanted to tell you.” The Vehicon said. (Dreadwing stared at her, ignoring the ice coating his armor) “Yes?” Dreadwing asked. (She froze; Spark racing) “Um, I saw you in the war back on Cybertron. When the Guardians started their rampage against us Vehicons. You and your brother appeared and destroyed many of them. Which allowed us to escape. I never got the chance to thank you for saving us that day.” The Vehicon explained. (Dreadwing nodded) “We needed soldiers to survive; it was quite hard to battle the Guardians. Knowing that they would’ve killed me or my brother in their grip.” Dreadwing answered. “That and I, well.” The Vehicon paused. “Well?” Dreadwing asked. (She lowered her helm, Spark pulsing faster. All till they heard shouting from behind.

      Both saw Giddy and Tim dragging Abby, now trapped in a Sleep Net) “Wait for us!” Tim yelled. (Dreadwing sighed) “We will talk at another time.” Dreadwing said. (He walked off, the femme Vehicon stared at the snow) “Will I ever get the courage?” The Vehicon thought.

    Hiding behind snow covered trees, two mechs stood on a mound of snow. Their optics focused on the four on the frozen road. Dead End sighed) “Wildrider and Drag Strip already made this situation worse. And their too busy racing in circles and not looking for our brother.” Dead End mused. “Once I get my servos on them, I’ll grind them to dust.” Motormaster growled. “Still; how is Breakdown able to slip by us. Might’ve died already and we forgot.” Dead End said. (He got a slap to the back of his helm)

    “Enough Dead End, we came here to see what Megatron’s soldiers are up too. Now knowing their alive, alongside two more, those two know how to mess up.” Motormaster growled. “Well, what now?” Dead End asked. “Keep an optic on them and try to also find our other two brothers. I’ll continue the search for Breakdown and give Knock Out a little visit.” Motormaster ordered. (Dead End nodded, he stared as his older brother vanished) “What a busy day.” Dead End sighed.

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Knock Out walked through the darkness. Fingers graced the walls; metal throughout. He groaned; legs started to ache within his knees. Knock Out knelt down; placing his servos on where fresh scars remained. “Where am I?” Knock Out asked. (Everything disabled, saws, laser weapons, his Energon cubes and anything from Breakdown missing.

    Silence, the medic continued to rest at where his injuries swelled in pain. Soon, parts of his armor started to stress within himself. The wounds Megatron caused, his way of punishment. He closed his optics; processor fresh on a once forgotten memory. Megatron, the one who caused chaos to both him and Breakdown.

    Before the era of bearing his Earth mode. A cell door opened to reveal a shivering medic. Scars and ruined parts of his armor covered him. All over what happened earlier, how his best friend ruined everything. Knock Out looked up and found a bulky mech standing over him) “Lord Megatron requests your presence.” The mech growled. (He grabbed the medic and yanked him away from the tiny cell.

    The Scavenger stared at the various mechs and femmes behind bars. Each stared at the shivering medic; dragged away to face his fate. A door opened up to reveal a lone hallway. The guard Decepticon tightened his grip on Knock Out and dragged him down the hall. Ignoring the stiffness of the Scavenger as fear rushed through him.

    Giant doors opened to reveal a throne. Knock Out trembled upon staring at Breakdown, now bearing thick dark blue armor. Stasis Cuffs tight around his wrists; two mechs stood next to him. Knock Out frowned, this used to be his friend, now, responsible for. His thoughts ended upon the sight of Megatron. The Decepticon leader glared at the Scavenger)

    “Knock Out, I’ve heard about you. How Breakdown’s spoke to me over your friendship. I ordered all Scavengers to die, except, I’m giving you a choice.” Megatron paused. (Knock Out said nothing, looking away from Breakdown) “Why don’t we get rid of them?” A mech growled. (Megatron turned to the mech and glared at him) “Silence.” Megatron snarled. “What are my choices.” Knock Out whispered. (The Decepticon leader turned to the Scavenger) “Swear allegiance with the Decepticons and I’ll let you both live. Your choice Knock Out, speak your answer now.” Megatron explained. (He rose his cannon at Breakdown’s chest. Yellow optics glowed, staring at the medic) “Knock Out, let me die.” Breakdown whispered.

    “Megatron, spare us, I promise to serve you.” Knock Out begged. “I was expecting that. Now Breakdown, your punishment.” Megatron said. (A mech grabbed Knock Out as the two close to Breakdown attacked. Fists crashing into blue armor, the screams began. The medic cried; watching the one he considered close, now this.

    Time passed, he didn’t know how long. His processor trying to reject what he saw. The Scavenger lowered his helm; armor shaking. A purple Decepticon symbol burned onto his chest. Tying his fate to this new force. All for a friend, his one friend, now, a broken friendship)

    “Breakdown, I’m sorry, this is all my fault. I hope fate is more kind to you.” Knock Out whispered. (He stood up against his armor’s protesting. Memories flashed through his helm. Everything, his regrets, those he’s seen passed, now, knowing nothing will be the same. All because of the chance, now flying away. To a place where he cannot reach.

    The shifting of a mechanism began next to Knock Out. He stepped back, armor stinging in pain when it tensed. Knock Out noticed faint shades of blue and red hidden by the darkness) “Knock Out?” Someone asked. (The medic remained silent; red optics glowing as the figure came closer. Blue optics glowing against his red)

    “Optimus?” Knock Out whispered. “Your systems, their still recovering.” Optimus mused. “Am I dreaming?” Knock Out asked. “No, your safe now.” Optimus whispered. “How can I be certain that your not going to hold me hostage?” Knock Out growled. “I understand your fears, lets go out of the darkness. It seems your ready for the light.” Optimus paused. (Knock Out stood in place, noticing the Prime walking back. The red armored medic got up and stepped out to the hallway.

    Both Cybertronians walked down the hall of the Autobot base) “Where are we?” Knock Out asked. “Our base, you have nothing to fear.” Optimus explained. “Seems bland.” Knock Out mused. “Its the best that the humans can offer.” Optimus said. “Where are we going?” Knock Out asked. “To have Ratchet examine you, we didn’t expect you to recover that fast.” Optimus explained. “Where are the others?” Knock Out asked. “Patrol.” Optimus answered. (Both entered the main room.

    Knock Out looked around the large room. Noticing Ratchet and a tunnel near him. Metal rings engraved into the tunnel. The medic frowned upon sight of the Autobot symbol on the ground. Both heard muttering from Ratchet. He walked up to the two) “Optimus, he shouldn’t be up while recovering.” Ratchet said. “I’m fine, it was getting a bit uninteresting in there.” Knock Out smirked. “Optimus.” Ratchet said. “Although I would prefer you to have a check up, Knock Out.” Optimus said. “No, I’m fine.” Knock Out said. “I’d still tell it, you should know that. as we’re both medics” Ratchet said. (The cherry red medic glared at Ratchet) “Yet.” Optimus paused. (Knock Out and Ratchet looked at Optimus)

    “What?” Knock Out asked. “We have some questions.” Optimus said. (The former Decepticon medic sighed) “What type do you want to know?” Knock Out growled. “Anything over Stunticons.” Optimus answered. “Stunticons, Breakdown told me about them before. Why do you want to know about them?” Knock Out asked. “We encountered them while looking for you.” Optimus answered. “Why did you look for me, needed another medic?” Knock Out asked. “No, after knowing you severed your ties with the Decepticons, it’s to ensure your safety.” Optimus answered. “I’m still not ready to trust any of you. Not after I went well on myself. Till Megatron crashed all that.” Knock Out sighed. “Understood; for now, we wish to know any information on why the Stunticons came here when we know they died.” Optimus said. “I don’t understand, was Breakdown among them?” Knock Out asked.  

    “No, it concerns and puzzles me, Breakdown should be with them in the Allspark. Unless.” Optimus paused. “What?” Ratchet asked. “They don’t feel satisfied, something they won’t forgive anyone for.” Optimus paused. “It might be their killers.” Knock Out muttered. (He started to walk away before groaning) “Knock Out?” Ratchet asked. “I’m fine.” Knock Out growled. (He knelt down, servos over his chest.

    Ratchet walked up to the former Decepticon and placed a servo onto a wound) “I warned you, now here we are again.” Ratchet said. (He lifted the other medic) “Ratchet, is there anything I should do?” Optimus asked. “Get my tools, now Knock Out, don’t struggle against me.” Ratchet said. (Knock Out glared at the Autobot before snarling. The pain growing within him) “Its my fault.” Knock Out whispered. He closed his optics, not failing to notice the confusion in Optimus’ face. Before it ended in darkness once again.

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“Where am I?” Someone asked. (Black and red opened, a few blinks before Knock Out stood up. Pitch black; nothing shining to represent the Nemesis) “Am I dead?” Knock Out thought. (The medic walked around, bumping into a wall. He stared at what hit his finish. The lights on his chest turned on, revealing a bland grey wall) “No, this doesn’t belong anywhere on the Nemesis. Unless.” Knock Out paused. (He turned around, lights catching the details of this bland room. Nothing resembled the interior of any room in the Nemesis. If he wasn’t within the Decepticon ship, then where was he?

    Knock Out sat on the berth, his Energon and other equipment taken away, weapons disabled. How did he get here? That question kept appearing in his helm. The lights on his chest flickered; low on power. He shut them down, leaving himself back in darkness) “What was the last thing I remember?” Knock Out closed his optics, a figure appearing within his processor)

    “Bulkhead.” Knock Out whispered. (He lay back down, no, this can’t be the Autobots base. Did they make him a prisoner? He sighed, armor sore all over after what he remembered being the fight against Megatron. The medic looked up to see more darkness) “Breakdown, please stay safe.” Knock Out thought.

    Vehicons stood on the cold stone; all visors focused upon Dreadwing. Each noticed the various scars and broken parts of armor. He stared at them before lowering his sword) “Why did you come here?” Dreadwing asked. “To look for you, Commander Dreadwing.” The femme Vehicon replied. (Her helm focused on the bracelet on her higher up’s wrist)

    “What happened during my departure?” Dreadwing asked. “We lost Knock Out, the Autobots got him. That leaves Breakdown; we sent our ground team out to search for him while we looked for you.” Tim answered. (A Vehicon nicknamed Giddy walked up ahead) “I’ll try to get a signal.” Giddy said. (The femme Vehicon glanced back at the crescent moon coated with diamonds) “It seems your interested in this.” Dreadwing said. “It looks nice on you, Commander Dreadwing.” The Vehicon replied. (Dreadwing narrowed his optics as the Vehicon turned away)

    “Anything?” Tim asked. “No, I can’t hear Abby on the other side. I’ll try to contact the others.” Giddy replied. (He started another chat, leaving him screaming their various names. No replies from any of them. Dreadwing’s face remained stoic as Tim and the femme Vehicon glanced at each other)

    “Is anyone still alive?” Tim asked. “I can’t hear them.” Giddy replied. “Then that means.” The femme Vehicon paused. “We’re on our own.” Dreadwing answered. “What should we do, Commander Dreadwing?” Giddy asked. “We will continue to search for Breakdown, and find out what caused their signals to shut down.” Dreadwing answered. “I hope its a blizzard causing it and nothing else.” The femme Vehicon replied. “I’m hoping for that too.” Tim said. (Dreadwing gripped his sword) “We’ll go to where you last saw them. It might lead to a clue.” Dreadwing said. (The four transformed, flying towards the same path which three took.

    Two Vehicons transformed, one looking back before the other pushed her) “We’ve got to run, I’m sure they’ll continue to follow the road.” Badger said. (Daffodil nodded; the two ran into the snow covered woods.

    Both hid behind a cluster of trees, Badger stared between a crack. Red visor focused on the road. His Spark raced upon seeing the two vehicles. The Caparo T1 and the Anconian drove past his vision, the roar of their engines dying. Badger sighed, sitting down next to Daffodil)

    “We’re safe, for now.” Badger sighed. “Why did they kill Abby?” Daffodil asked. “I’m not sure, we’ve got to be careful.” Badger asked. “Where do we go from here?” Daffodil asked. “Not sure, need to stay away from the roads and hide under these trees.” Badger replied. (Daffodil nodded; standing up) “Then lets start.” Daffodil said. (She started shaking as the femme walked. Badger caught up to her, staying close)

    “This is such a strange planet.” Badger said. “Yeah; how such beautiful things rise from the ground and bloom.” Daffodil mused.“Wish I knew.” Badger replied. The two continued down the frozen path. Snow continued to fall, no sign of the two killers, yet.

I apologize for messing up on my dates. Really need to step it up on what I do here. But for now, here’s a new chapter, a surprise will be up tomorrow, so I thank everyone for your patience and wish for you all to have a great day.

Credit goes to @lonemaximal for the inspiration for the story.

Sparks flew in the air; Wheeljack gripped a welder, placing the flames close to his ship. Faint battle marks on his armor. Bulkhead, Miko, and Smokescreen nearby. The Autobot rookie also bearing battle marks. “How’s it coming Jackie?” Bulkhead asked. “Been getting there.” Wheeljack said. “Are you sure you should be doing this? Ratchet told us to rest after our fight with the Stunticons.” Smokescreen asked. “I’ve been through worse.” Wheeljack said. (He smirked, continuing to repair the Jackhammer) “So, when are you gonna tell me about the Stunticons and how you crushed them?” Miko asked. “Yeah, you told me that earlier, Wheeljack.” Smokescreen said. “That, well the story went like this.” Wheeljack started.

    (Two figures drove through a broken metallic landscape) “Are you sure were getting closer?” Bulkhead asked. “I’m getting a clear signal, Helios should be close by.” Wheeljack said. (Other vehicles appeared, driving close to the two Wreckers) “We’re coming Wheeljack, need to find Helios and get him out of there!” Another Wrecker said. “I can see the city!” One Wrecker called. (A ruined city, falling to pieces. The faint roar of vehicles echoed in the distance) “Stunticons are pretty active.” Bulkhead said. “We’ll keep the Stunticons busy, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, go find Helios.” A Wrecker said. “On it.” Wheeljack said. (He drove off; Bulkhead following)

    “Why are we rescuing him when he left the Wreckers without any word?” Bulkhead asked. “Said he has vital information in servo and needs to give it to us in person.” Wheeljack answered. “Of all things.” Bulkhead sighed. (Both stopped as the ground shook. A massive explosion roared behind the two. Wheeljack and Bulkhead stood close to a building, looking through its faded glass. Wreckers flew in the air, cars engines roared alongside a truck’s horn. Glass shattered while Wheeljack and Bulkhead ran.

    Both reached a building bearing a large painted Decepticon symbol) “Must be the place.” Bulkhead guessed. (He ran in, Wheeljack following. Both finding energy bars and a figure taller than the two Wreckers)

    “So, you got my call.” The mech said. (Both Wreckers faced the bars. Wheeljack looked around, Bulkhead stared at the white armored mech) “Helios, why did you leave the Wreckers without a word?” Bulkhead asked. “I joined you because I thought I needed to avenge my Conjux Endura. Till she found me in the same city we separated because of this war. During my time as a Wrecker, she was with Sparklings. With them back, I didn’t have an urge to fight. Except when I came across a functioning computer holding information about Combiners. About their weaknesses. That was when the Stunticons found me and here I am.” Helios answered.

    (The ground shook, explosions roared as gunfire echoed. Wheeljack pulled out his swords, slashing through cables. Electricity covering Helios’ prison vanished) “Save the chat for later, we’ve got a Combiner to take down.” Wheeljack said. “I will assist you the best I can.” Helios said. “You don’t have any weapons.” Bulkhead said. “I know where they are.” Helios replied.

    (He ran up to a nearby metal block, his servo covered in flames. With a roar, he punched the box, melting the metal. Revealing two weapons; a cannon and a sword. Helios pulled them up) “Come on then, we’ve got a Decepticon to take down!” Wheeljack said. (Both Bulkhead and Helios nodded, both running after Wheeljack.

    Buildings collapsed under a powerful force. Wreckers lay on the streets; some still fighting against the giant. The three mechs ran past all that fell, finding a few soldiers shooting at the giant. One bearing cars and a truck to form one; Menasor. He roared, sending forth shock waves from his sword. Gun blasting thick bullets, each shot causing a building to collapse. The three Wreckers stared at the Combiner.

    Menasor turned his helm to the sight of the Autobots and grinned. He pointed his gun at the three, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Helios fired at the Combiner. The energy shots failed to make marks, with Wreckers stepping back. Menasor stomped close to the three. They transformed, driving and flying while Menasor disconnected, chasing after them.

    The three Autobots transformed close to a building. Wheeljack entered into a building) “Distract him, I’ll take him down.” Wheeljack said. (He revealed his sole grenade and grabbed it. Helios and Bulkhead nodded; watching the white armored Wrecker running up the building. The two looked as the roar of five vehicles rushed closer. Bulkhead and Helios transformed, driving and flying up to the gestalt team. They all transformed, the Stunticons combining into Menasor. Helios fired giant energy blasts from his cannon. Bulkhead looked up at the roof while shooting.

    Wheeljack stood on the roof, keeping a grip on his grenade) “Goodbye Menasor.” Wheeljack thought. (He ran, jumping onto the Combiner’s back. Wheeljack jammed the grenade into a part of the mech’s back. The white armored Autobot landed onto the ground, turning to fire at the sole grenade.

    Bulkhead and Helios stood back as en explosion shook the ground. Menasor crashed into the ground, separating into the Stunticons. Four of the members stood up, Motormaster yelled. The three Autobots started firing at the Decepticons. Motormaster transformed, rushing towards Bulkhead. Helios and Wheeljack stood nearby, watching as three other Stunticons glared at them. The three fired, Wheeljack slicing through their shots. He ran up to the three Stunticons; Helios standing nearby. The Sun Autobot looked at the corner of a nearby building, finding one Stunticon running away. The Autobot ran after him; flames growing in his arms.

    Wheeljack glared at the two Stunticons close by. Wildrider and Drag Strip cackled while firing at the white armored Wrecker) “Die Wheeljack, this isn’t the playground!” Wildrider screamed. (The two started shooting at the Autobot. Wheeljack’s blades gleamed in the sunlight. He yelled before jamming his blades into the Stunticons.

    The swords pierced both Wildrider and Drag Strip’s Sparks, sending them to the ground. Dead End stepped back, watching as his brothers fell. Wheeljack aimed his swords at the Decepticon standing before him) “End it already.” Dead End growled. (He rose his gun; armor shining from the sun’s light. Dead End fired, Wheeljack ran towards him, slashing through the bullets. Then, sharp steel cut through the Decepticon’s neck, sending his frame falling. Helm still on Jackie’s blades. Wheeljack sighed, turning his sword to let Dead End’s helm hit the ground. He lifted his helm to the sight of Helios. Both turned to the sight of Motormaster hitting Bulkhead with his broken sword.

    Bulkhead snarled as Motormaster screamed. The broken sword kept hitting the thick green armor. Bright yellow optics glowed as he saw the corpses of his brothers. The Stunticon yelled, lifting up Bulkhead and throwing him towards Wheeljack and Helios. The two stepped back as Bulkhead formed a dent on the ground. Motormaster ran up to Bulkhead, raising his broken sword while screaming. Bulkhead stood up, slamming a wrecking ball onto Motormaster’s face. The eldest Stunticon stepped back, rubbing his faceplates. His yellow optics glowed, glaring at the three Wreckers, all aiming their guns at him)

    “Is this payback for all I did back at school?” Motormaster chuckled. “Its for a lot more, Motormaster.” Bulkhead growled. (He punched Motormaster; swiping his fist at the Stunticon. Tearing through the armor on his chest.

    A part of his chest armor fell, revealing his Spark Chamber. Bulkhead grabbed Motormaster’s Spark Chamber; ripping it out. The yellow and purple lights of the eldest Stunticon died. His frame turned grey, hitting the cold metal ground. Bulkhead stared at the Spark before dropping it. All three watched the last light of Motormaster shatter into many pieces. The life escaped from the main component of Menasor. He lay dead alongside others)

    “After the entire battle, we returned to where Autobots could recover Helios. That was where he reunited with his Conjux Endura, a femme whose name I forgot. Thanks to Helios, we were able to take down newer threats that the Decepticons could dish out. All thanks to that one mission.” Bulkhead ended. “That would’ve been awesome to see!” Miko cheered. “Sometimes I’m still amazed at how Bulk took down the Head Honcho.” Wheeljack complimented. (Bulkhead smirked) “So, what happened to Helios?” Smokescreen asked. “Not sure, we didn’t see him again after that.” Wheeljack answered. “Breakdown was one of them, right?” Miko asked. “Stunticons, yes.” Bulkhead replied. “Then how come he remained alive even after Menasor perished?” Miko asked. “That, we never knew; I last saw Helios running after him. Didn’t mention anything about killing Breakdown.” Wheeljack answered. (A door opened; everyone looked at the two figures in the doorway.

    Bumblebee entered; his blue optics focused on Bulkhead. His human companion close to Bumblebee’s leg) “Its time to take the children home.” Bumblebee beeped. “Of all times.” Miko pouted. “Optimus’ orders.” Raf replied. “Nice talking with you guys again, might need to stay for a while.” Wheeljack said. “Yes!” Miko cheered. “Now come on in, Jackie and I will tell a lot more tomorrow.” Bulkhead said. (Miko nodded, watching as the green mech transformed. One of his doors swung open, letting her climb in. Bumblebee followed Bulkhead’s actions and he drove off. The two Autobots leaving the base alongside Arcee.

    Vehicons drove across the snow. Still nothing, darkness was coming. The sun started to set) “Are you sure its safe to continue this late?” Daffodil asked. “No, we must keep going.” Abby replied. “Guys, I hear something.” Badger said. (Everyone slowed down; something roared, then, a blizzard started. Four lights coming towards the Vehicons)

    “Are those other Vehicons?” Abby asked. “No.” Badger replied. (Beyond the blizzard, bright lights flew by. Some crashing into Vehicons, killing them. Abby, Daffodil, and Badger stopped. They transformed, looking at the road. The blasts stopped, transformation occurred to the two vehicles. Drag Strip and Wildrider. Both aimed their weapons at the surviving Vehicons) “Autobots!” Abby called. (He fired at the two. Drag Strip smirked as he vanished; the other Stunticon started shooting. Badger pushed Daffodil to the side; taking out her blaster and firing at Wildrider.

    Drag Strip reappeared behind Abby, firing at her. The Vehicon turned to the sight of blasts. She screamed as the blasts hit her armor. Daffodil shielded her optics as Abby fell. Badger glared at the two Stunticons; both aiming at the crying Daffodil. Badger started shooting at the two. They turned to dust) “Run!” Badger yelled. (The Vehicons transformed, driving past their fallen comrades. Both hear the yelling, both dare not to look back.

    Tim, the Femme, and a Vehicon nicknamed Giddy flew over dark skies. Trees, rocks, nothing out of the ordinary) “Are you sure we’re going the right way?” Giddy asked. “Wait, I’m getting a signal!” Tim called. (He flew down to a path of rocks. The others behind.

    They transformed and ran; it started to rain. Tim stopped near a pile of rocks. Red visor glowed as he stepped back. A sword pointed at his helm. Giddy and the femme stopped. The three stared at the one gripping the blade. Dreadwing.

    Wheeljack stepped back from his finished work. It looked better, outside of all the big holes created by the crash. He placed a few tools onto a table before walking inside the ship.

    Wires disconnected, broken screens, and parts of the roof fallen. The worst state of which Wheeljack seen his ship. He walked up to a few cables, some missing their covering and exposing broken strands) “Its always something.” Wheeljack sighed. (He lifted his helm from a servoful of wires upon the sound of a door.

    Footsteps echoed into the room; each closer to the ship. Wheeljack stared at the entrance to his ship. Optimus entered, blue optics on the damage to the Jackhammer) “How are things on your ship?” Optimus asked. “A lot of work, except this hasn’t been the worst this ship’s endured.” Wheeljack replied. (Optimus nodded) “I’ve heard the story you’ve told about the Stunticons.” Optimus said. “Yeah, those Cons, I’m still amazed that their alive again, even after all we did.” Wheeljack said. “Knock Out might have the answer, although we must wait till he’s able to recover.” Optimus said. (Wheeljack continued to work on his ship.

    Ratchet stood over Knock Out, still not moving. He sighed, so much trouble, all for one medic) “How is he?” Someone asked. (Ratchet turned, Optimus walked into the room. Blue optics focused on the medic) “Nothing new, he should be waking up soon.” Ratchet said. “Bulkhead and others have taken the children to their homes.” Optimus said. “Do you think Knock Out will try to harm us?” Ratchet asked. “No, he doesn’t wish to be a Decepticon anymore. We must give him time to adjust when the time comes.” Optimus said. Ratchet nodded. Both Autobots left; the lights dimmed.

    A weak groan escaped from the red medic. Black and red cracked open.