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Slipstream's POV
I sat in the med-bay next to my brother's berth. How did this happen? Optimus dead and Jazz and Bee both on the edge of going the same way? How could anything on this rock be good? I whacked myself on the side of my helm. Thinking, 'wake up, wake up! This is just a bad dream. Cybertron is fine and so are these two crazy mechs.' But I knew I wouldn't wake up, because this was for real. We had lost so many. We couldn't lose more. Ratchet was a good doc. Right?
I hadn't ever fully trusted the old medic ever since he failed to fix Bee's voice box. But I had to trust him now. Or Bee would die and I'd have nothing to live for. Our sister was already gone. Extinguished during the war on Cybertron. Extinguished by Knockout. Turtlecaster had died because I had left her side. The worst mistake I had ever made. Never again.
I reluctantly pulled myself to my pedes and left the med-bay, with a last look back at my brother and Jazz.
I went to find my best friends, Chromia and Dragonfly. Dragonfly. We shared the same pain. Jazz is her brother.
I left to find them. To get revenge on Megatron. Optimus wasn't here anymore. It was time to take matters into out own hands, with blasters blazing. We would avenge our leader. I would avenge my siblings. I looked back at Bee one more time. Laying there like he was dead. I whispered, "I'll come back. I promise. For you and for Turtlecaster. I think Bee heard me, because he looked at me and his optics seemed to say, "Don't." But I didn't listen. I never do. And I left the room with Optimus's last words to us ringing in my head.