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A/N: This is my first fanfic on , so please R&R! Thanks ~DJ Soundwave
A bullet pinged off the rock that Crescent Moon hid behind. Her lavender and yellow armor was stained and dirtied with mud, dust, and droplets of Energon. From another rock a few feet away, Starjet laughed and peeked his helm around the rock, firing a few potshots at the Autobots, who were now getting closer.
"Feels good to be back out in the fighting, huh Cres?"
"Not really, no." She said, diving off the the right when a plasma grenade seated itself next to her. She mistimed her jump and slammed straight into Deadscar, who looked down with a glare.
"Watch where you dive, femme." He growled, before standing up and firing at a red and orange Autobot who fell down in an instant. Among the rocks in the front of them, were Deadscar's sister, Sparkflux, and Black Midnight. Sparkflux poked her helm out and fired another shot before turning back to the trio.
"'Scar," she called, "we need to fall back. We're getting destroyed out here! Most of our units are dead!"
The remaining mechs and femmes watched Deadscar's face, silent and calculating the battle as it happened. He suddenly moved, shouting orders for everyone to fall back, and bring the wounded with them. Sparkflux backed away from the rock cluster as Black Midnight crouched down and ran, firing a few shots back. Crescent Moon transformed and took off, Starjet trailing her. Looking back, Sparkflux watched as Deadscar shot at the Autobots who were now where she had just been.
He wasn't backing up.
What the hell was he doing?
"Deadscar!" Sparkflux screamed as he became overwhelmed by Autobot forces, various parts of his armor shattered by bullet fire. Sparkflux began to run back, but Starjet grabbed her arm.
"There's nothing you can do," He whispered before flying off, a firm grip on Sparkflux's arm.
Sparkflux was overcome with fury. Despite Starjet's attempts at calming her down, she still tried to shoot the Autobots, but none of her shots landed. She thrashed in Starjet's arms. He pulled her up so her doorwings wouldn't be burned by the jets on his feet, and wrapped her in a tight hug. Energon tears rolled down her faceplate in rivers, but there was nothing Starjet could say that would stop them. Her brother was now dead, or worse, a prisoner of war. The crackle of the comm. link revealed Crescent Moon's voice.
:'Jet, do you think that-:
:No. I refuse to, and don't you think like that. We need to stay strong, especially for Sparkflux. She's compromised right now:
:That's gonna be hard to after what we saw down there!:
:Hey, don't get snippy. We are Generals, and not only do we need to stay strong for Sparkflux, but for everyone else.:
With that, he shut off his comm. link and kept flying, slowly catching sight of a gigantic ship with spikes coming out of various parts of it.
The Nemesis.
A pair of doors opened on the underside of the Nemesis, and the fliers flew inside, grounders coming out of a Spacebridge off to the side. Starjet landed on his feet, but was thrown balance by Sparkflux shoving him back. He fell on his aft, watching her walk away.
"Spark," he called, clambering to his hands and knees. "Wait!"
A strong hand on his shoulder stopped him. Starjet looked up to see Shockwave glaring down at him through his blood red optic. Starjet felt threatened. Was Shockwave somehow implying that he had been the one to make her cry? He stood up in a huff and brushed Shockwave's hand off his shoulder, and walked away. His optic trailed Starjet's retreating form for a moment, but turned when he heard footsteps.
Behind Shockwave stood Soundwave, his twin brother. They shared a silent glance, and Shockwave motioned with his helm for Soundwave to follow Sparkflux. The silent mech walked past him and into the hall, as the latter then ordered the other mechs and femmes to assemble into their ranks.
"Mission report. Now."