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So, this idea has been floating around in my head for a while so... here is the first chapter! Beware! I already have the next few chapters ready so more updates ahead!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Transformers.

The dimly lit halls of the Decepticon Prison, in Kaon, were empty, albeit for some echoes of screams. Ironhide trudged down the hall, heading to Starscream to report for a mission. He hated his life. He hated himself. He hated Starscream. Being a Decepticon was not as easy as it looked. Ironhide looked at the Autobots as happy mechs who could do whatever they wanted. How nice. But Ironhide was constrained here because leaving would be a suicide mission. Ironhide braced himself as he rounded the corner to find Starscream, scheming to overthrow Megatron. Again.

"Ironhide," said Starscream as said mech approached. "You have a new mission."

"Yes, you stated that very clearly in the total of ten messages you sent me," replied Ironhide bitterly.

"Of course," replied Starscream. "So cheerful as always. You are to go to Iacon and retrieve any sparklings."

"A sparkling?" exclaimed Ironhide. "They're all dead! Gone! Blasted to the pit! Iacon is destroyed!"

"I know!" snarled Starscream.

"…So, then why are you telling me to find one?"

"Don't you get aftheaded with me!" snapped Starscream. "Megatron told me to!"

"Ah, still being controlled I see."

"I AM NOT BEING CONTROLLED!" Ironhide almost found it fun to annoy Starscream. An entertaining activity to do when there were no battles or missions.

"Yes, of course," replied Ironhide sarcastically.

"GO!" screamed Starscream, his voice reaching levels Ironhide couldn't dream of producing.

"Okay, okay!" said Ironhide. "I'm going! Primus, don't have to get all glitch-headed about it…"

"I SAID GO!" Ironhide snickered as he ran out of the base before Starscream did something stupid. Not that he cared though. Ironhide sighed as he changed into his alt mode and sped out of the city, heading towards the space bridge. Iacon WAS on the other fragging side of the planet.

Iacon…

Jazz looked on in despair at the burning rubble that used to be most glorious city in the western hemisphere. Jazz quickly brought himself out of his moping and straightened up. He had a mission to complete. Find any survivors. Ratchet and First Aid were back at base, waiting to patch up anyone they found. Jazz, Prowl, Wheeljack, Hound, Bluestreak, and the twins were out searching. They had all split up, there was just too much land to cover. Jazz walked down the small hill and began searching through the rubble. Hours and hours passed, and no luck on even a trace of a spark signature. Jazz had almost reached the center of the city now, where the most damage was made. Unfortunately, this was very close to the youth sectors, where the remainder of femmes, sparklings, and younglings were. The large building was completely blasted to the ground, and dead bodies were everywhere. Jazz reckoned the Autobots didn't see this part yet. Jazz decided to take a look in the ruins of the building, just in case. More hours of tireless searching, and still nothing. Jazz's spark clenched tightly. No more femmes. No more sparklings. How in Primus's name was their race supposed to reproduce? Megatron was mad. Insane. Completely out of his processor insane. Jazz vented hard before turning around to head back to headquarters after a fruitless search. A quiet clicking sound caught his audio receptor's attention. The sound was so soft, Jazz had to block out all other sounds except that clicking. It got louder and louder as Jazz neared a rather strangely shaped pile of rubble, almost looked like a small shelter of some sort. Jazz's spark pulse heightened as he tore at the metal, pieces flying behind him. His optics widened and he sputtered as he saw two big blue optics stare back at him. A sparkling. Jazz couldn't believe it.

"Primus…!" Jazz whispered, and he finished uncovering the poor thing. The sparkling was yellow, strange color. It was so small, so fragile, just big enough to fit in Prime's hand. Speaking of Prime, though Jazz. He was about to make a call when something hard slammed right into his stomach area, causing Jazz to back away in pain. His optics focused on what had hit him, and was horrified to see red optics.

"Back away," growled the Decepticon. Jazz didn't move. He didn't know what to do. This mech was extremely large, too large for Jazz to even attempt to fight. There was no way Jazz could just run away either, leaving the sparkling doomed. Especially considering how TIRED Jazz was.

"Back away," repeated the 'con. Jazz still didn't move.

"Make me punk," said Jazz. "You get that sparklin' over my sparkless body." The mech glowered at him, two enormous cannons appearing on his forearms.

"Those peashooters of yers don' scare me," stated Jazz bravely. "So leave the poor sparklin' be you glitch." Jazz expected the Decepticon to kill him right then and there, but he didn't. Instead he grabbed Jazz and the sparkling, securing them together with an energy ring.

"Let's go," said the mech. "We're going to Kaon Prison." Jazz's energon lines froze. The dreaded Decepticon prison. There were rumors and stories about that place, and they were all sick. Disgusting. Horrifying. Jazz prayed to Primus and anyone else he could think of to come save him.

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~Sierra