Chapter one: The desertlands

He was waiting for something. What was he waiting for? And why?

The masked Autobot looked out over the bodies of his lost comrades and the bodies of the decepticons they had been up against. He was alone again the lives he was supposed to protect were dead. There had been many deaths and many lives that had only just begun to spark. Why did this sort of thing have to happen to him?

Wreckless moron!

Was that true? What Megatron had said seemed to have sunk in the moment he saw a life of an adolesent laying before him. Dead. As all the others were. Why did he choose to send so many young lives in? He even promised Optimus that they'd be safe, but they were not. They were dead. It was always his fault in the end. He didn't deserve to be Vice Commander. He wished to be dead after moments like this. He wished the world would leave him alone.

I can't do that. I can't leave the world because I lost one battle...

The shuttle was torn. Broken. But he knew he couldn't give up on life. He needed a vacation. Not a long one. A short one as he'd always dreamt of. But how would he explain this to Optimus?

I'll tell him when I get home.

He looked up to the Cybertronian moon. This was his chance to leave. To get away. He looked up at the sky, and lept into the air, thrusting forwards. He transformed shortly after he was in the air and headed back to Earth. A distant planet that had kept him sane for the most part.

The humans. I do home they're well.

Jetfire was looking forward to seeing them again. He needed time to himself and time with the humans.

But little did he know that there had been two other cybertronians inhabitant on that very planet.