Everything was dark, the two factions firing at each other intending to win the battle. There was fire everywhere, everything going up in flames. Each blast was shot to take down the mecha on the battlefield.
"They've broken through the front lines!" A red and white mech shouted, trying to shoot the mechs tearing through the defenses.
"I've lost contact with the capital!" A rose colored femme cried, ducking to avoid the shots. Beside her was a crimson mech with horns on his helm, exposing himself briefly to shoot a flier out of the sky. The communications tower went up in flames, the explosion sending everything flying.
"There's to many of them!" A white, green, and red mech yelled, his helm fins flashing pale blue with fear. A mech beside him was hit, going down.
A brown and green mech ordered, "Aim for them!" before a stray shot hit in his shoulder, knocking him into a crate full of amo. A group of Seekers landed on a still stable part of a building, aiming at them. "Finish them!"
Suddenly the Seekers were shot off the building and the group turned to see a large blue and crimson mech holding an ion blaster running towards them, sniping them. He jumped atop a crate, launching himself into the air. Flipping in the air, he slammed his arm into a blue Seeker's face, knocking him out. All of a sudden, a Seeker fell right beside him. Turning around, he caught sight of a black and white Praxian headbutting a blue and black Seeker. The Seeker quickly recovered and attempted to slash his throat, but a silver mech attacked him from behind. With their combined efforts they drove the Seeker off.
"Prowl, Jazz!" the red and blue mech shouted, trying to gain their attention. The two mech's helms snapped towards the red and blue mech, then they ran to his direction.
"Prime!" the white and black Praxian cried, briefly stopping to shoot a white mech off a building with his acid pellet rifle. "We're getting decimated out here!" The silver mech brought out a crescent shield gun, taking down a black and purple femme. She screeched with pain, four angry crimson optics snapping towards their direction. From above a yellow and blue flier transformed above her, landing on top of her. The femme snarled, bringing a X18-Scrapmaker out of her subspace, aiming it at the flier. The flier glared at the Decepticon beneath her and wrestled the gun out of the black and purple femme's grasp. Then the two femmes were lost in the crowd.
"Prime! Wha' our next move!" The silver mech demanded, worry gleaming in his visor. "And where's B-127 and R-014?!" As if on cue, two Autobots came barreling towards them, knocking Decepticons out of the way. One was a sleek, scarlet and orange racer , the other a yellow and black hybrid vehicle. One of the mechs, the yellow and black one, rammed into a Seeker, shooting their helm off. The scarlet and orange mech drove through the crowd, ignoring any Decepticon shooting at him. They both transformed before the mechs.
"Sorry, we're late! Hit a little traffic!" The scarlet and orange mech said cheerfully, despite the fire and smoke surrounding them. Beside him, the small yellow and black mech transformed, surveying the battlefield. A flash of blue caught the mech's optics.
*Uh, guys* the mech said, fear in his gaze. The group turned to the direction of the mech's gaze and froze. A blue mech with a red visor and mask landed on top of a stable building. He looked down upon the battlefield, studying the wreckage.
"Decepticons," the blue mech said, a white, red, and blue Seeker landing behind him and a large purple mech with a single optic stood beside him, having exited a groundbridge, "Attack!" They ducked under the fire sent towards them. Optimus glanced towards the Decepticons, pain in his optics.
"Soundwave." he said, sadness in his voice, "Shockwave,Starscream." He saw Starscream leading his trine and the other Seekers under his command, everything in their path going up in flames.
"Retreat!" cried Optimus. "R-014, gather all your crewmembers and get to the Lost Light! The rest of you come with me!"The mech nodded, patching through to his crewmates.
:All right guys, get to the Lost Light now! We're leaving Cybertron!: Turning off his comns, he faced the younger mech. "You better not die out there, 'Bee." he said, a look of mirth on his face, but in his optics, there was fear.
*I won't die, Rodimus!* B-127 said, dropping the code names for a second. *Besides, I'm way to tough to get rid of!* Rodimus chuckled, placing a servo on his shoulder. "Still, don't die." Lifting it away, he quickly shifted into his , gunning it and leaving B-127 to follow their leader. They drove through troops, a tower appearing in the distance. They pushed themselves to the limit, trying to get to ot before they were taken out. Blasting the weakened doors, they transformed. Gathering themselves, they all crowded into a lift.
"Cybertron has fallen, get to the escape pods!" Optimus ordered as the door opened, revealing a circle of escape pods. "There are other Autobots scattered across the galaxy, we must reach them if we are to survive!" Mechs and femmes broke off, heading in different directions. Each mech and femme entered their own escape pod, launching themselves into the air.
*Optimus, this is our home. We have to fight for it!* B-127 said. Suddenly, they heard the roar of engines. Optimus and B-127 look up to see three Seekers, one of them Starscream, flying above them. Optimus looked at the yellow and black mech with sadness in his azure optics.
"We will fight on. But we must leave. There is no energon left on Cybertron and Thunderwing's attack depleted our resources." A flicker of white caught Optimus' and he saw them preparing to destroy the launchpad.
"You must go, I'll give you time to escape!" B-127 stares at him, anguish gleaming in his optics. Nodding, he ran to an escape pod, strapping himself in.
As the pod closed, the pod was launched into the air. B-127 looked down to see Starscream going into his bi-edpal mode. His optics widened as Starscream and the other Seekers released missiles. He saw the missiles hit the tower, the building going up in an explosion.