Rupture
by SMYGO4EVA
It was the same pattern over and over again. The vicious cycle between factions, unyielding animosity and hatred had bubbled into a full-blown war. Bulkhead had seen it firsthand, how spark-forged companions could turn on them with just the right amount of convincing from the enemy.
Bulkhead knew that from Breakdown, the echoes of his war cry still ringing in his audio receptors. He had to drown it out by moving forward, the battles he had fought a backdrop for the future. The Autobots, his teammates, they always filled him with hope, and a renewed desire for what laid ahead. He knew it could never be like how it was before, but it gave him the motivation to keep trying, to keep hoping.
Every day, every new cycle, held the promise of a new beginning, the promise of a better future. Though he hoped, a part of him knew that Breakdown wouldn't think the same way.
Breakdown had his chance when he turned on him, on his former Wrecker teammates, he had his chance and he tossed it aside, like nothing.
They both came from the ends of the Earth, the planet now in such value and burden. They were both strangers, allies, and enemies, just as damaged as every other Cybertronian who walked upon the soil.
They knew that what was once before could never happen again, the rupture too deep to mend.