Note: Will probably not fit into any established timeline as it was something I wrote without thinking too much about that.
Rain
So, that's it then?
During the past hours, the clouds had slowly gathered above his head, looming about like a physical manifestation of the sense of dread that was currently growing in the back of his processor. When the first raindrop did fall, he wasn't surprised.
...If you paraphrase it like that, yes.
It was pouring. The raindrops slid down the side of his helmet, pooling next to his face along with the energon. His vision had become blurred.
Fine. If you're absolutely sure you can handle it.
He rebooted his optics, as if that would help with clearing his vision. The tell-tale noise of rain hitting vegetation was the only sound that could be heard.
Chromedome, I can assure you that I have accounted for everything.
He had. He though at least. It was supposed to be simple. They were supposed to have reached Optimus by now, he realized, as the raindrops that had pooled up beneath his visor now dripped down the side of his face.
Yeah, sure you have.
He clenched his fist. Or attempted to at least, but wasn't sure if he made it at this point. He couldn't tell. Lightning flashed across the side of his vision, followed by an audible rumble. The memories about this planet's harsh storms lingered in his processor.
I am serious. The Decepticons have already outnumbered them, and the odds are not in their favour. The artifact is of great significance. The most logical course of action would be to to relocate it.
Maybe it was the still-present fear of getting struck by one of those lightning-bolts that made him stay awake. He didn't know. The comm-links were either down, or worse, and really did not want to think about the worse alternatives now.
Alright. Got it. We'll head out and clear a path. You and your team focus on getting the artifact away. I'll send the coordinates to the meeting-point.
Focus. That was what they were supposed to have done. He ignored the rain and the blurred vision, and slowly onlined his optics again. It was still raining. Something was glowing in the distance, like a beacon.
Understood. I will not be unsuccessful.
Ironic, he realized, as he slowly reached out and pulled the artifact from whatever was left of the crate it was encased in. They didn't even have a name for it yet. All they knew, was that the Decepticons would have won if it were to fall into their hands.
Yeah yeah. I really hope you're right Highbrow.
Ignoring the warnings that flashed in front of his field of vision, he slowly stood up. The sound of the rain seemed to be muffled now. He had to get away from this place. Clutching the artifact, the blue mech slowly stepped away from the crater he had been in, nearly tripping over the lifeless bodies of those who hadn't been as lucky as him. For now, he pushed the intense feeling of guilt that had welled up further back in his mind, and limped towards the meeting-point.
The rain was still as intense as ever.
Since when have I ever been wrong?