Prologue |Poke|

"No NO! What do you mean? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU PIECE OF FRAG!"

My servo shook and my optics quivered coolant threatened to spill but I held it back. Furry boiled over like an uncontrollable machine.

My servos dug into the mech infront. Lifting him from the neck cables and slamming him onto the wall. The mechs around me blurred out. All the shouts and commands totally drowned out of my audio receptors. I ignored the bots feeble attempts to free himself or the nudging feeling to stop from the bond I shared with my brother. In fact I slammed it down placing blocks after blocks against it.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S DEAD?"

"He... They all... The shuttle crashed... I.. I did nothing! Please... t-the cons... Got there first!" He struggled to intake his vents heaved and engines spluttered as I pressed down on his venerable cables adding pressure.

"Why? WHY!"

A flash of red knocked me off my shaking pedes and my servos released Smokescreen sending him tumbling on the ground.

Sideswipe stood over me. Optics fixed on me. Anger and frustration flowing through the bond almost drowning me.

I couldn't breathe. Couldn't talk. Couldn't move. Just stared into my brother's optics.

Pain, sorrow, anguish... All rolled in like an uncontrollable wave.

"It's over!" He was close to screaming in my faceplate.

"You can't bring him back."

"He's dead."

"Gone. Spark extinguished!"

The voices taunted me. Over and over and over. Repeating itself.

Repeating the truth.
The inevitable truth.

My optics blurred and time seemed to slow down as Sideswipe held me in his arms.

My mouth mouthed a single word

'Why?'

Full of anguish.

My screams that echoed my soul

Full of grief.

My fist pounded on the wall till it started to bleed.

Full of sorrow.

Sides said nothing. No words could mend my broken spark.

As infront of me was the photographic evidence of the Autobot's casualty list.

A broken crashed Autobot shuttle.
Four bodies laid there.

Unmoving.

Minibot: Brawn

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Weapon specialist: Ironhide
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Tactician Commander SIC: Prowl

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Chief Medical Officer: Ratchet
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I felt something inside of me snap as I tore my gaze away and staggered away from the gathering mechs.

My knees buckled

My emotionless demure dissolved.

My form shook violently with angst.

My optic overflowed with coolant.

I cried.

But it couldn't bring them back.

A/N
So welcome to the story |Poke| I'm writing as Sunstreaker if you still haven figured it out. This is sent after the 1986 movie. Ugh Hasbro sucks for killing off all our well loved characters! This is my very second attempt on writing fictions so no flames please! The next chappie would come soon! Stay tuned!