Thunder roared from the sky as lightening crashed to the ground. Acid rain poured down from the heavens flooding the grounds. The Storm wasn't the only thing to fill the air. The tortured screams of wounded Bots filled the air. Battle cries, cannon fire, swords crashing together created a horrific symphony. Energon and other fluids mixed with the acid rain and painted the ground with the colors of war. A lone figure stood on top of a building with his arms folded behind his back in a regal pose. His silver armor shone brightly against the pitch black sky. His red optics looked down to the battle going on down below him. He nodded his approval as his communications specialist handed him a Datapad with statistics of them winning this battle with out error.
"Soundwave, Prime will not becoming to their rescue will he? The bombs in Blaster city should keep him busy. Right?" Megatron asked in a confirming tone.
"Affirmative." Soundwave said simply while he watched an Autobot try to crawl away, but the fact he only had one stabilizer limited his movements. He crawled backwards pleading to the Decepticon who had his cannon locked on to the small Bot. The Decepticon smirked and a chuckle escaped his vocals. "Scared?" The Decepticon asked the Bot. "Why before you were so brave. Now you cower. Weakling!" The Decepticon spat at the Autobot before picking up the chest plating and relentlessly smashed him into Cybertron's hard ground. "Pathetic!" The Con aimed his cannon to the bot's head pulled the trigger.
Blaster City
"Optimus Prime!" Jazz ran up to the regal leader of the Autobots. His face was filled with rage and sadness. "What is wrong Jazz?" Optimus asked clearly worried. "The bombings here were just a distraction. The decepticons targeted Praxus. There is nothing standing. Building nor Bot." Jazz lowered his helm his visor going black. Not one litte speck of a cheerful blue glow could be found on it. Jazz lifted a servo to his now visorless face and rubbed his face plates. "I am truly sorry for your loss my friend. I will do everything I can to make sure things are set right." Optimus laid a comforting servo on his Lieutenant's shoulders. "I swear." Optimus added while patting Jazz's shoulders. Jazz simply nodded his helm before his visor slid back into place. "We are going to go search for survivors?" Jazz asked over his shoulder as he excited Optimus's office. "Of coarse. Get the troops together we leave immediately." Optimus said with a nod of his helm.