Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, I wish I did… but I don't.
The Battle Lines Are Drawn
Smoke hung as a heavy fog, blocking the sight of a mech running towards the unmistakable sound of a screaming voice. There was gunfire echoing all around him, blazing fires throwing smoke into the air, and the sound of footsteps racing behind. The mech cursed as a blast narrowly missed his side, gunfire from his Decepticon pursuer. He finally reached the femmes side but her spark was already gone. He sat back and his intakes sucked in air heavily. His audio receptors suddenly picked up the sound of whimpering and after quickly turning the femme onto her side, he gasped at the sight of a sparkling curled up around her waist.
A crunch of gravel from behind caused him to jump up and snarl at the newcomer. The Decepticon soldier laughed and leveled his gun at the unknown mech's chest. His first instinct was to protect the sparkling and when the Decepticon was close, he backhanded the gun from his hand and threw his opponent to the ground. He reached for the sparkling and began running while scanning its vitals. The mech skidded to a stop at the ruined street of main Iacon, and was promptly shot from behind once again.
The solder once again had him at his mercy. "That was uncalled for." The Decepticon snarled. The mech watched as the barrel of the rifle aimed at his spark. The sparkling was screaming in fear, and the unknown medic prayed to Primus as the Decepticon slowly pulled the trigger.