Yo! articmadador here saying hey, I'm not dead! It's been a good minute since I've posted anything, and I'm really sorry. I tried making a sequel to Metal Angels and Metal Demons, but it was a tremendous flop. I didn't like it that much, and even though I never got any negative reviews on it, it wasn't very popular. Anyway, I hope to continue writing with those OCs, and I might put them in this story, who knows? I hope this story is more popular, and I hope to write some more stories. I have too many ideas in my head that are trying to claw their way out and it's killing me.

Now on to the good stuff. I'm taking some ideas from the All Hail Megatron comic, but there shouldn't be any spoilers in case you haven't read it. I haven't read much of it myself, but I've read enough to be inspired. I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS! Habro does. Please review and enjoy!

How many cities had crumbled? How many innocent civilians had died horrific deaths? How many were still alive, trapped under debris or taking refuge in damaged buildings? Why weren't the governments doing anything about this? Why had the army and navy tried to fight without their most valuable allies? So many questions, all with seemingly no sensible answers.

It all started with the Battle at Chicago, where U.S. armed forces fought the Decepticons without their Autobot allies. It had been decided that the Autobots were a danger to the human race, despite all that they had done for Earth and its inhabitants. They left without a fight in the Xantium, and their former allies watched as they left Earth's atmosphere. As soon as they were out of orbit, an attack was launched on Chicago. A plan was then executed by the Decepticons and their own human allies. Using pillars constructed by Sentinel Prime, they would teleport their planet Cybertron to Earth with space bridge technology. They would then conquer Earth and force the human race to rebuild Cybertron and serve them. This plan, however, ultimately failed.

The Autobots were practically banished from Earth, but that did not stop them from continuing their battle. They headed straight for the Decepticon spacebridge outpost on Earth's moon and attacked the Decepticons there. They managed to sabotage the space bridge and right it to explode, wiping out the Decepticons residing there. With the outpost on the moon destroyed and no Decepticons remaining there, the Decepticons and Sentinel Prime could not teleport Cybertron to Earth.

The Autobots fighting on the moon came with a price. They ended up being pursued by a Decepticon warship. While attempting to flee from their attackers, the Autobot ship was blasted, causing many of the Autobots to be injured, in last ditch effort to save themselves, they quantum jumped, unfortunately arriving at a barren Cybertron. The ship crashed there, and though the Autobots were now safe from harm, they were also stranded on their barren planet.

On Earth, despite how they fought, the armed forces were no match against the Decepticons, and once Chicago was conquered, the Decepticons moved on to other cities. Major cities across the world were attacked, many of them being completely obliterated. Though much of the human race had not witnessed the Decepticon attack first hand, everyone was affected in one way or another. As the Decepticons continued to destroy cities and kill innocent humans, people began to lose hope. The only allies who could defeat the Decepticons were light years away with no way of getting back to Earth. As of now, they were fighting a war of their own.

Clang…clang…clang…

The sound of metal clanging against metal seemed to echo throughout the hall and in everyone's audio receptors. The halls were so long and dark, and there were no sounds other then the structure settling and the sound of pedes on the metal floor. It was so loud and annoying with the sound constantly echoing off the walls. Everyone was quiet, and the fact that no one was going to say anything about the noise made it much worse.

Clang…clang…clang…

At least they were inside a stable building, sheltered from the horrible storms raging outside. Thanks to those storms, many of them had the paint blown right off of them and their armor damaged. One of them had almost blown away. They had hardly made it inside the building in time. It was surprising that they could not hear the storm, but they were in the lowest basement level of the building. Not many outside sounds reached these lower levels, but that meant that any noise made down here echoed.

Clang…clang…clang…

That sound was so annoying! It seemed to burn audio receptors and bounce around in one's CPU. Still no one said anything, but simply allowed it to continue. It was a wonder that no one had said anything by now. Just a few cycles ago they had been at each other's throat. Everyone's nerves had been on edge after the crash, which was a result of them being betrayed by the humans they had sought to protect, nearly losing their lives on the moon, then risking their lives yet again in a quantum jump only to crash land on Cybertron. They were stranded in their own dead planet while a battle raged on Earth. Meanwhile they were possibly being faced with a new battle.

Clang…clang...

"Stop clanging your helm against the wall, Evac!"

Everything fell silent, and everyone except Evac looked at Prowl. "What else am I supposed to do?"

Prowl scoffed and turned to look down the hall. Ratchet was crouched there repairing some damage to Topspin's shoulder. The medic looked very annoyed and frustrated. Topspin stared at the wall, seemingly lost in thought. Prowl turned and looked at Evac, who was now looking at him and waiting for an answer. Prowl's doorwings twitched, and he turned away. Evac vented loudly, and after a few nanokliks the sound of him hitting his helm on the wall echoed through the hall. A loud clang followed by a whimper signaled that Ratchet had taken the matter into his servos.

"Stop acting like a fragging sparkling. Instead of sitting there and being a nuisance, why don't you go Get Optimus? He's been talking to Ironhide long enough."

Prowl could tell by Ratchet's tone that what he really meant was 'go get Optimus because if you make another sound I'll disassemble you'. Evac was quiet, then there was the sound of him getting up and walking down the hall. Prowl found himself staring off into space, analyzing the many plans that they could try to get off Cybertron. He found this frustrating, seeing as they would need a ship and there weren't even any bare materials left to build a simple shelter from, much less a ship. He didn't bother to waste his thoughts on a space bridge, because the moment one was activated, Cybertron would be sent to Earth.

The Autobots were in a very bad fix indeed, and ever since they had arrived Prowl had been trying to think of a way out. It wasn't going to be easy, especially not with the three injured mechs they had with them. Sentinel Prime had intended to kill Ironhide with the cosmic rust gun, but instead Knock Out jumped in front of the blast, giving his life to save Ironhide's. Ironhide was injured when he attempted to fight Sentinel, and could have been offlined. If Skids and Mudflap had not jumped in and allowed themselves to be bashed around, Ironhide would be dead by now. The three of them were banged up and dented, but they would survive. Ratchet argued that they were not fit for travel, and it would interrupt the healing process to move them, though everyone knew that was just a way to stall so that Prime and Prowl could think of something. In the end the government would have none of it, and they were banished from Earth.

Banished is a harsh word to use, but Prowl believed that they were banished. The human race did not want them there. They never had and never would. They were probably safer here on their barren planet than on Earth with the humans. At least here they weren't bound by contracts and constantly treated like machines that would go on a killing spree at any moment. But here they had almost nothing. There was little energon here, and most of it was medical grade. There were no supplies here like guns or ammunition, and most of the buildings had been demolished. They needed to get off this planet, or at least find supplies somewhere. They could not do that with the storms raging outside. Even if there weren't any storms, they would probably have to search for days to find the right equipment. There were so many problems with every plan Prowl thought off, that he found himself in danger of overloading his CPU.

"Prowl! Snap out of it!"

Prowl blinked and found that Sideswipe was standing right in front of him. The mech's servos were on his shoulders as if he had been shaking him to get his attention. He looked concerned, and when Prowl looked pass him he saw that everyone else in the hall was staring at him. Sideswipe removed his servos, the worried look never leaving his faceplates.

"Prowl, are you alright?" Sideswipe asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," Prowl replied in a quiet voice.

"You're thinking too much. We don't want you to glitch."

"I won't, but I need to think of a way for us to get off this planet."

"At least take a break. Get some recharge or—"

"How can I recharge at a time like this!?"

Sideswipe did not flinch from Prowl's harsh tone, but he did look as if it had surprised him. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it and shook his head. He turned and silently rolled away, going to stand beside a partially invisible Mirage. Prowl seemed to zone out again, thinking of more plans that had no good outcome, and when he snapped out of it he found that he was staring at Mirage. The mech did not seem to notice, but was instead focused on Que. The older mech sat on the floor holding what was left of his inventions he had made on Earth. He was muttering to himself, and he seemed tense. The poor mech had made quite a few achievements on Earth, and many of his inventions were taken and used in military tech. He hadn't received any thanks for his efforts.

Prowl remembered that he had almost questioned Prime's choice to stop at the moon and destroy the space bridge outpost there. Why help a species who had just banished you and your kind after all you had done for them? But the way Prime saw it, the humans were still their allies in need, and Earth was the safest and most habitable planet for Cybertronians. It was almost as if Prime knew they would come back. Now mankind was probably being blasted to bits by the Decepticons. Prowl somewhat believed that they deserved it for banishing the Autobots. However, when it came down to it Prowl did feel bad for them. They would not stand a chance against the Decepticons, and they were only doing what they thought was best for their species. In the end, it turns out that they made a horrible choice, and now they were suffering for it. Prowl didn't know whether it was best that the Autobots go back and fight for mankind, or if they should just leave it be. Optimus had said they would go back and fight, because Earth was still their home, so that's what they would do. The only problem is that they didn't know how, which meant that Prowl was right back where he started. As he started running over plans again, he found that he had already thought of most of them and none of them would be successful. It was a cycle of plans that would fail, and no matter how hard Prowl tried to come up with something different, they all seemed hopeless.

"Frag it all to slaggin' pit!" Ratchet hissed when Prowl glitched and went falling to the ground. Roadbuster was there to catch him, and gently lay the mech on the floor.

"How am I supposed to get anything done in these conditions!?" Ratchet growled.

At that moment Optimus walked down the hall from where he had been talking to Ironhide. He looked at Prowl, then signed. "I had hoped he would last until I had a chance to talk with him."

Though it seemed like his statement was not directed towards anyone, Ratchet was the one to reply. "I'll fix him up in moment." He paused briefly before adding: "Have you two come up with anything?"

"With no way to get off the planet, and no available resources other than medical energon, we believe that it may be best to try and contact the nearest Autobot base and see if anyone is still there. Perhaps they could be of assistance."

"And if no one replies?"

"Then we may try to reboot the systems of some facilities nearby and see if we can find the location of some supplies. In order to do this, we would have to go out in the storm and search for a facility with its systems intact. That is simply too dangerous. I was coming to see if Prowl had any plans."

Ratchet finished with Topspin and stood up. "We don't have many options at this point. As you can see, Prowl did not have much luck with his planning."

Ratchet crouched next to the mech and messed around with the wires on the back of his neck. In a few seconds, Prowl's optics came online and he groaned. Ratchet stood again and turned to look at the other mechs in the room. He focused on Mirage, who was still partially invisible. "What's wrong with your cloaking device, Mirage?"

The mech deactivated his cloaking device and crossed his arms. "Nothing."

Ratchet grumbled something, then scanned him. Mirage did not snap as he usually did, but allowed the medic to scan him. Ratchet decided to scan Sideswipe as well, since the mech was being so quiet. That was not a good sign, and he also noticed that the twin was tugging at his chest armor. Ratchet was about to speak when Optimus interrupted him.

"Ratchet, perhaps you could help us with some planning," Optimus suggested as he helped Prowl to his pedes.

"Of course," Ratchet said.

He turned and walked down the hall with the others, and as they walked the sound of a familiar metal clanging could be heard before them.

So that was chapter one! Hopefully it was interesting, because I have so many plans for it. Please let me know if you guys like it. I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while, but life gets busy. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Have a good'n!