Arcee had thought her sister BulletRide did not survive the Great War. Unless she survived through some spacebridge then it is not close to being possible. Arcee, unlike some Autobots, had been aware what BulletRidehad done during the Great War. Looking over the mountains where her former partner Cliffjumper had died just made it seem a little more depressing. The night sky is almost like a blanket with holes all over it. Except for one small detail; there's a huge, swirling blue portal in the sky.
"A sp-s-s-space bridge?" Arcee looks up, getting an old energy signature from the portal.
Her light blue, crystal like optics widen.
"This is not possible." Arcee said.
A large, pea-pod shape ship fell from the space bridge.
It is her sister's energy signature coming from the space ship.
Kabooooosh!
The spaceship crashes into the lower part of the mountain.
"Arcee," Optimus spoke over the intercoms link. "What just crashed?"
Arcee slides down the mountain sides leaving a trail of rocky material trailing behind her metal-square-triangle shaped feet.
"My sister's ship!" Arcee came down to the bottom of the mountain.
BulletRide had never forgotten her comrade's last order. How important it was to get into a stasis pod and hadn't been aware her sister went out on a mission to draw out the Decepticons from a cybertronian city. There were young cybertronian lives in stake. And it was also being attacked. So much for the Decepticons fighting for their own freedom.
That was more than many stellar cycles ago.
"Bullet, get in the ship!" One of her old time pals (known as WildTrain), who didn't usually say much, orders Bullet.
BulletRide took a step back.
"What about you?"
"Get your butt in there," WildTrain shouts, shooting down a decepticon using a rifle. "We can't have bullets flying all over the place!" He shot down another Decepticon right at the forehead, pointblank. "We've got 'em away from the civilians; consider this mission accomplished."
BulletRide rushed into the ship.
She hears a yelp from WildTrain.
"Train!" She turns around.
WildTrain had been stabbed through the spark. His optics went dull. His armor became grayer than it should be.
"Don't. . . seek revenge." WildTrain managed to tell her, even in the brink of death. He managed to smile a little at her; regardless of their paths splitting apart.
His shell went limp.
BulletRide tearfully pressed the big blue button. Her blue energon tears slide down the smooth and not so rough metal. The door to the ship closes. And then she went into a stasis pod as the ship begins lift off.
Arcee kicks the door open.
The door flew shortly until it hit the back side of the wall. There were some cables hanging upside down. "BulletRide. . ." She looks around seeing broken machinery, a shocked dashboard at the main controls, broken floorboards, and one-not-broken stasis pod. She wipes off the dense fog on the glass.
Behold; there was BulletRide.
"Sister." Arcee said.