Edited: 5/8/13

I tried to improve the flow of the chapter and edited it around a bit. Tell me what you think.

FindFinding a Muse

Chapter 1

I looked around frantically for my creator, my brothers, anyone but couldn't see anything but fire and death. I could hear the sounds of the battle going on around me. It had been a normal solar-cycle when I had woken up from recharge. Carrier said that she was going to take us to a safe place. Then, suddenly we were in the middle of a battle between the two factions. I could see my Carrier! I ran forward trying to get to her as quickly as possible. I didn't see the Decepticon until it was too late.

All I remember was that one second I was running toward my Carrier who had seen me by now and looked horrified. Then, I was on the ground next to her. Her spark had been stabbed by a piece of shrapnel from a Decepticon grenade. I saw a large, blue and yellow 'con run back into the battle. I had tears running down my faceplates and wanted to look away so badly but I couldn't. I saw everything. Her deep green paint job with blue highlights wad torn, scratched, and burned. Her silver optics flickered and the energon poured out of her chest plates.

"R-run." She whispered shakily and her optics offlined for the last time.

I looked around and saw that the battle was still raging around me. I didn't want to run. I wanted to stay here and curl up next to her. I didn't want this to happen. I wanted to stay and maybe I would get lucky and offline. At least, then I could see her in the Well. I could, but I was always obedient and could never refuse her last wish. So I ran as fast and hard as I could. I found a new talent that solar-cycle. I was quick and agile. I weaved through the battle field like it wasn't even there and wasn't seen by anyone. Except a lone yellow mech that spotted me darting through. He met my optics and looked like he was going to call out, but another Decepticon came at him and I ran on.

I felt the tears running down my faceplates as I cleared the battle zone, but I kept running until I reached my housing unit. It was burned and charred but still standing. I ran through the broken doors and went to my berthroom. I hid under the berth and cried myself into recharge.

*6 Breems later*

"Hey! Sunny, get over here! I found a survivor!" A mech's voice jarred me out of recharge. 'A survivor' I thought as I tried to clear the haze in my C.P.U. Then I remembered. I felt the tears start to run down my faceplates again. I doubted that my brothers had made it through the battle. I felt even more tears run down my faceplates at that thought.

I onlined my optics and cried out when I found a red mech's faceplate mere inches from mine.

"Are you okay? You're leaking pretty badly. I'm Sideswipe by the way. I'm an Autobot soldier." He said proudly. I frowned, he couldn't be more than 10 vorns older than me, he couldn't be a soldier.

"I'm Muse." I offered shakily, "Have you seen my brothers? My brothers, Car-carrier, and I were caught in the battle." My voice cracked when I remembered seeing my carrier offline, "Their names are Bulkhead and Breakdown. They're twins"

When I finished another mech came into the room and looked at the burned room before his optics. It was the mech from before, on the battle field. He had a bright yellow paint job, but other than that was the exactly the same as Sideswipe.

"Sunny, this is Muse." Sideswipe said to the new mech, now identified as Sunny.

"Don't call me that." 'Sunny' mumbled but a concerned look filled his optics as he saw my scratched paint and numerous cuts. "What happened to you? You look like you ran through a battle field" he exclaimed as he knelt beside his...twin?

I suddenly stopped crying and wiped the energon off my faceplates. I looked him in the optics and he looked startled at the sudden change.

"I did." I whispered quietly and stood up, just a bit too quickly for the amount of energon I had lost. Warnings flashed across my vision and I fell forward. I was in stasis before I hit the floor.

*Autobot Base/Refugee Camp, Medical Center* Breakdown's P.O.V.

"What do you mean she's not here?!" I screamed at the bot who shrank away in fear, "She has to be here! She survived the battle and she's in pain. I can feel it."

"I'm sorry, but your sister isn't in the med-bay. Go away or I'll call security." the bot said. I stormed back to Bulkhead and told him what the bot had said.

"I'm sure she'll be okay. She'd better be..." Bulk said angrily and then sent a look at his brother, "I'm sure they'll find her."

"Yeah." I said, but the endless worry was thick in my words. We had felt Carrier's death during the battle and we had made it out with minimal damages. The Autobots had won the battle and took me and my brother to an Autobot base, where all the survivors were being taken to get medical help. They had told us that they had men searching the rubble and ruins for any other survivors. They were going to find her, soon. I hope.

"Ratchet! We need help now!" A frantic voice broke through the silence and everyone turned to see a yellow mech running in with a femme cradled in his arms. Another red mech ran in behind him with the same worried look on his faceplates. The femme was deep green and had highlights of blue and silver. The femme was...

"Muse!" My brother and I shouted out at the same time as a red and white mech ran out of the med-bay and instantly zeroed in on my little sister.

He ran forward and grabbed her from the yellow mech. "She's having a spark-attack, possibly from the broken bond." The medic stated a she ran back to the med-bay.

"What?" I whispered, "A spark-attack." I followed to the med-bay with Bulkhead on my pedes. I felt a servo pull me to a stop.

"What the frag are you doing?!" I turned and yelled at the yellow mech who had brought my sister in. "She's my sister! I need to see her."

"Which one are you? Bulkhead or Breakdown?" He asked and at our confused looks he said, "Before she passed out she mentioned she was looking for her brothers. She gave your names. I'm Sunstreaker, by the way."

We stared at him till I finally said, "I'm Breakdown and this here is Bulk."

"Is she a scout or a field medic?" Sunstreaker asked

I laughed, "Right," I said sarcastically, "She's only a youngling. Though she is training to be a medic."

I grumbled the last part. She was training to be a medic, a field medic. I couldn't have her running out in battle fields. She could get hurt or even offlined!

"Well, she certainly has the skill of a field medic. I saw her run through that battle field. No one else saw her as she avoided shots and explosions and the 'cons. At least I think it was her." The yellow mech said, "But, yeah definitely a field medic or a scout."

"She did WHAT?!" I practically yelled and the smaller mech jumped. I was tall for my age and so was Bulkhead. I cooled my anger as I realized that I was lucky she had survived the battle with all the 'cons.

I was going to say more but a loud voice rang from behind the med-bay doors, "What are you doing? You just had a spark attack! You're not fit to move much less stand up! Sit down, now!" Bulkhead and I exchanged looks and then we both grinned at the smaller mech, who just looked confused.

"She's up." I said and laughed all my previous worry draining away. I realized that it was the first time I had smiled since the battle. I turned and ran through the med-bay doors.

Soooo... What did you people think? It's the first chapter and I need input.