Aveen's POV
It was an ordinary day, I guess. I was simply driving through Jasper's sandy roads, muttering at the slippery sand gliding underneath my wheels. Of course, Jasper had it's wonderful plateaus and sunsets, but the sand is what really makes my engine growl. All of a sudden, a loud blast could be heard from behind me. I stopped and turned around, seeing nearly half of the Decepticon armada fighting against... No, it couldn't be. The Autobots? But, they... They died off... Right?
"Hey, you!"
A 'Con began running towards me. "Scrap."
I turned around quickly and sped off. I foudn myself inbetween two plateaus and screeched to a stop. Transforming, I looked around frantically. I haven't fought for... a Vorn, at least. The 'Con still ran after me, shooting at me. Thank Primus he had bad aim. I darted through a crack in the wall big enough to support only me. The 'Con ran past, not bothering to check his surroundings.
I came out of the crack, backing off.
"Going somewhere, Aveen?" A sinster voice could be heard from behind me. My optics widened and I whipped around. Starscream.
My optics narrowed and I scowled, my servo turning into a blaster. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Without warning, I shot at him. But, my timing was off and he dodged it easily. I wasn't so lucky and a blast had me down in an instant. I groaned in pain before stumbling up. My side leaked energon, but I could care less right now; I could heal it later. I shot at him again, this time hitting him. He stumbled back, a scorch mark on his chestplates. He ran towards me and slashed.
Everything went dark as a white figure appeared and fought off the winged 'Con.