So this plot bunny has been scratching at my brain for sometime now. And I know..."UPDATE YOUR DAMN STORIES, JAZZY!" I know, I know! I'm so sorry. A lot of stuff has happened over the months making me lose a lot of muse but now I'm back in action! I probably won't update this one too much because this is just a side project. I'm still trying to think of a chapter for "Fatherly Side" I'm working on a chapter for "Musical Siblings" at the moment. If you have ideas what I should do, tell me!

ANYWAY! I hope you enjoy this first chapter!

I do not own TF's, I just own my OC!

Chapter One: Castle of Glass

Dreadwing was currently on a hunt. Like he always is. He was hunting for Autobots...he knew after all that they were ones to pay for his brother's demise. After that day that Skyquake's spark was destroyed, Dreadwing felt this emptiness in his spark.

He never felt more alone in his entire life. Time to time, Dreadwing will have flashbacks of his brother standing by his side with Megatron. It only seemed like yesterday that Skyquake was right there beside him. Fighting with him. Sharing moments whenever they could get the chance. Dreadwing and his brother lost their creators in the slumps of Kaon. They relied on each other or survival. Most would find pity upon them. Dreadwing and Skyquake always had that unbeatable bond between them. When one was angry, the other would soothe. When one was down, the other would comfort. When one was surrounded, the other would aid. They have always been linked together strongly.

But for the Autobots to exterminate his only family left...

Made Dreadwing's energon boil. The audacity that they had! To extinguish his brothers spark while he was not there to aid him in battle...Dreadwing may have honor when fighting his enemies, but this...that action made him on a relentless hunt. He had already terminated a couple of Autobots that were in the wreckers. He didn't feel any better once he got rid of them...it just made him feel more empty. Dreadwing just didn't understand why he wasn't feeling any better for his grieving spark...every single day his spark pulsated with sorrow. The great fighter would often silently sob from all the pain he was experiencing.

He just wanted the pain to lighten up a bit. Anything. Anything that can just make this numbness, all of the dread and emptiness to go away...

Until...

The ships systems begin to beep as the scanners picked up a commlink. Dreadwing's systems online as he wakes up from his recharge and stands up, still feeling a little groggy. He then sits in the pilots seat and presses a button as he hears the conversation. -Leadfoot, you almost here man?- Dreadwing hummed slightly. It would seem I have quite a knack for finding Wreckers... Dreadwing then started to pinpoint the signal the commlink as he started to pursue.

-Yeah. By the way, I know this seems odd but is this commlink private?-

-No. Why?-

-Should probably make it private...I'm just sayin' that it's unlikely that 'Cons are in this part of the galaxy, but better safe than sorry.- Dreadwing only felt a small smirk goes across his faceplate.

"Smart. But thankfully to your ignorance...I am already in pursuit." He muttered as he begins to see a distant ship in view. He puts his cloak up and continue to listen to the conversation...

-They're not all the way out here. I wouldn't worry too much. Just good to see ya again, man.-

-Same here Sandstorm.-

-Besides I've found a little femme.- Dreadwing furrowed his optic ridges together. "A youngling? Out here?" He asked himself.

-A femme? She a youngling?-

-She is. I don't know her name. But I know for certain that something happened to her Creators.-

-Probably fraggin' 'Conscum. They always take away the ones we love most. They're all fraggin' animals.- Dreadwing's servos clenched as a low growl escape from him.

-Yeah, I agree with you there.-

-What's her name?-

-I don't know. She's really shaken up, I tried to comfort her but she won't bother to tell me her name.-

-Somethin' bad must've happen. And we both know that you're not the most best with words, 'Storm.-

-Shut up...hold on...there's a ship behind you. I can see you in the distance! You two buddies or somethin'?-

-...Cut the commlink!-

Dreadwing didn't allow his victim to turn around in time as he then unleashed his blasters upon them. His blaster fire successfully hits Leadfoot's wing and the side of his ship, causing a small explosion and smoke to arise from the impact. Dreadwing continued to fire at the fleeing Autobot.

Explosions...

Smoke...

No mercy...

Dreadwing finished off Leadfoot's ship with one final blow which it was aimed for his thrusters which were leaking with energon. He sends one of his missiles and watched it fly at incredible speed and then connected to the target. The ship then exploded, debris flying everywhere as Dreadwing flied through the destruction he caused.

Sandstorm's optics were wide as saucers whenever he saw one of his friends offline right in front of him. He then slammed his fist into the wall next to him as a primal growl escapes from him. "That...CON!" He shouted angrily as he then started to run out of the room he was in. Not even bothering to take notice the smaller figure by him. The femme squeaked fearfully as she was practically pushed to the side whenever Sandstorm ran out of the room. She scurried back on top of her pedes and carefully walked to the doorway to see where he went. Her forest green optics followed him as he then turned down a corner, his footsteps leaving with echos following down the hallway...

The femme started to think about her options. Go with where Sandstorm went, possibly either witness more killing or go hide in her room...the femmeling had to make a decision rather quickly as she then bolted down the other end of the hallway. If anything, she doesn't want to see more energon spilled...there was a reason why her Creators went in this sector. They didn't want their precious, innocent little femme to experience this horrid war. She remembered when they used to talk about how Cybertron was dead because of the war. That it was the Decepticons and the Autobots fault that their only home was like that. Before the worst of the war had started, her family escaped to this quarter of the galaxy. They hoped that the war didn't follow behind them.

The femmeling reached her room as she ducked down under her berth and squeezes her optics shut as a recent memory floods her processor.

Flashback...

"Sun, hide now." Her sire spoke urgently.

The femme looked up to her sire with confused optics. "Why, sire?" She questioned.

"Don't question. Just do it now! Please." He then gazed down to her optics with...his optics that were filled with fear. Over the bond she felt fear pour into her. Her helm nodded before she released him from a hug and began to hurriedly jog down to her room. Once she made it there, she went into her closet and brings her knees to her chassis as her small doorwings spread across the wall behind her as she begins to tremble. Everything was silent. Too silent. Her optics closed tightly as she begins to whisper hopefully.

"It's going to be okay...it's going to be okay...Sire and Carrier will be ok-" She was then interrupted when there was a bloodcurdling scream that reached her audios before she felt her spark being ripped apart. Her small digits dug into the metal beneath her as her optics started to pool out coolant. Her frame tossed side to side as she was trying to prevent herself from sobbing loudly. Her servo clamped over her mouth as her voice begins to give out. She was wailing. "S-S-Sire! C-C-Carrier!" She cried out pleadingly. Another scream reached her audios.

Her spark throbbed and throbbed in pain as she continued to wail. She felt like her limbs were being torn apart! She felt like her helm was being dismembered from her frame! She felt like someone was tearing into her! Why weren't they comforting her?! Why aren't they here?! Why did her sire tell her to hide?! She needs them! More now than ever! Her voice begins to feel hoarse as she cried out again. "Pl-Please!" Her frame continued to shake violently, more coolant escaped her optics, her mouth wide opened as she wailed and wailed. She just wanted to scream and scream, hoping they would come to her rescue! Just anything...just anything to comfort her! Until the pain stops as she feels nothingness in her spark...she slumped to the side of the closet wall. Her small frame continued to shudder. She was feeling drained, like as if everything left her system. Her will to move. Her will to do anything.

She sent a weak, painful ping to her Creators, she didn't get anything back...

Her optics began to flicker in and out. Where...are her Creators...?

Flashback ends...

The femmeling felt coolant escape her optics. "The monsters...the monsters are coming back to finish me off." She spoke to herself, her voice barely a mumble.

To be continued...

I had to wrap it up, the next one will be longer! Promise!

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Until next time!

Da DJ Jazzy is signing out.