This is one of several pieces I've previously written for tumblr users highglossfinish and bruiserbuddybreakdown.


Lightwarp thought he was in the clear. He honestly did. He dropped to cruising altitude to complete the flight back to base, and that was when the first shots were fired.

They were weak, from an alt-mode blaster that was likely useless in bipedal form. But they were enough to rupture his fuel tank, causing him enough pain to transform involuntarily. He crashed to the ground, scrambling to his pedes. If he could just…

CRUNCH

Something large and blunt connected with the side of Lightwarp's helm. Lights popped in front of his optics, and his audials rang as he toppled over, hitting the ground. Verticality was impossible, so he merely flipped over, crawling off to search for safety. His attacker was having none of it, however, grabbing one of his ankles and yanking him up.

Lightwarp was thrown against the wall of a structure he didn't know was there, sliding headfirst to the ground. His optics tried to focus on the behemoth form above him as it reached down, grabbing him by the face and yanking his head back.

His neck snapped far sooner than anticipated, and Breakdown dropped the limp form to the ground. He looked up at the vivid spot of color circling the scene from above, and grinned a little as it transformed and dropped, revealing the sleek, streamlined form of his partner.

"Got him, Doc," the bruiser grunted, proud of his accomplishment.

His pride in his work was endearing, so much so that Knock Out couldn't help but chuckle and pat the blue mech's chestplates. "Yes, you did. Very good, Breakdown. He'll make an excellent donor the next time a soldier needs parts."