The sun this day was sealed away by an endless sheet of dense, dark clouds. The sky has been this way for numerous decades. The rest of the landscape is no different, either. For the longest time, lifeless dunes, dried lakebeds, and dirt robbed of any plant or moisture has made up the landmasses of Planet Earth. But a day like this was any day. And on this day, four Cybertronians stood on the highway, under the oppressively blotted sky.
On one side, three figures of old faded forms. Their frames are battered and rusted, dents and scratches decorate their hulls. On each of them, there is the symbol of what appears to be an ancient helmet painted on with a crude white dye. The Center figure is holding a blaster in one hand while the other two next to her have energon rifles with the same rough insignia decaled onto their weapons. These three figures are of the same faction as their markings imply. A fairly recent faction in history, but one that is quickly gaining power across the Scraplands.
About 100 ft across from them, staring with death in his optics, is a bot with no mercy in his heart for these three unlucky sparks. A Hunched figure decked out in a rusty, dull brown that may have been a bright orange long ago. But the only orange on this figure were his four piercing optics, accompanied by his maw of knife-like teeth. Sharp spines of broken debris coat his back like a cruel animal while barb wire is danced all about his torso.
"You can drive and drive all you want, Hellfire." The Female Cybertronian in the center of the trio said with a tilt of her head. "But the eyes of Megatronus see everywhere. And our priest demands that you return what belongs to him."
The Sinister being known as Hellfire snarled before replying with his raspy voice. "Priest? Is that what he goes by now?" You are all either gullible little fucks, or don't give no shit where your loyalty is at as long as you get bellies full of energon! "
Hellfire raised his left arm up; making sure his outer forearm was visible to his adversaries. Parts and plates shifted about as inner pieces pushed out and formed a long, thin, almost sword-like chainsaw with a pipe of white light running down the middle of it.
"And if Boneyard thinks this weapon here belongs to him now? Then I've got one loud message to give him. So do me a solid and send this message to him!"
With that, Hellfire thrust his chainsaw arm to the side as he put his other arm forward. The parts around his forearm quickly shaped into a robust rifle equipped with five steel barrels. Hellfire lived up to his namesake as gusts of flame blasted out of vents on his rifle with every bullet fired in the direction of the targets.
The figure in the middle stumbled backwards, taking in the damage as she returned the fire with her pistol. Her two side guards jumped out of the line of fire as they pointed their own rifles and did the same. Blasts fired across the highway as the four figures shifted about, throwing bullets from their barrels at one another. Eventually the first of the two guards bit the dust as Hellfire's bullets exploded in his iron gut and set him in a screaming blaze.
"You will be avenged, Brother!" The Warrior cried as she witnessed her comrade's burning chassis collapse onto the cracked soil beyond the road. "It is time to send you back into the abyss, animal! For the land of the one and infinite!" Her chest pieces opened up, and from within a large rail gun formed from the mechanisms. The rail gun launched a brutal shot at Hellfire that sent him flying into a broad hill with a loud crack that echoed through the Scrapland air.
The two attackers began to close in on Hellfire as the leader continued. "You could have been saved if you had joined the faith. The Cult would have given you a chance at the Salvation of Darkmount. But you chose the path of the damned instead. The Scraplands will swallow you like the rest." The Cultist's Rail gun had begun preparing a second shot to finish off Hellfire.
"Goodbye, Hellfire. May you rust in piec-."
Her sentence was cut off as the Chainsaw on Hellfire's wrist was thrust into the barrel of her rail gun. The Cultist burst open into violent confetti of energon and scraps of metal as the shot fired. Hellfire stumbled backwards from the force of the blast but quickly turned and cut the second guard's waist in half before anything could be done.
As Hellfire coughed and attempted to maintain balance after his injuries, the guard spat energon in shock as his upper half fell back onto the ground, his lower half falling forward at the feet of his killer.
The Cultist guard looked up into the dank sky, mumbling his few final words before going offline. "For the one and Infinite..."
Hellhook retracted his weaponry back into his arms as he fell to his knees, crawling towards the lower half of the guard. The Animalistic Cybertronian took the gaping waist of the broken bot and began gorging on the bright blue energon running from the open wound for sustenance.
Having taken on the alternate mode of a rusty muscle car covered in junk, Hellfire took back to the road after he was finished with what he does. What many do. One of the many brutal but necessary acts committed by the denizens of the Scraplands of dead Earth.