Sam - Who killed Soldier Boi? -puts the tune on- Yoooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuu! XD Heh... Ok I'll just get down to it I think seeing as I won't let any of the others see it... Sky would kill me... Don't think I need a disclaimer! It was on my other one! XD Roll it!

Designation - Sky Shadow

Designation - Airstrike

-Commence Memory File Playback-

Berserker

-Skartplug! Skarts come in!-

Skartplug put down his datapad, opening a comm link. It had been a while since Sam had radioed him sounding so distressed. The last time she had Flash and Napalm had fallen captive under the Decepticons...

-Yes commander?-

-I need you to round up Cannonball and Syndrome and meet me at these co-ordinates!-

The medbot blinked -Can I ask the reason?-

-Strikers been hurt! It's bad Skartplug really bad! He's hardly breathing and not moving! Plus he's bleeding everywhere! I-I was just going for a wander when I found him! Please just hurry!-

-Yes ma'am!-

Without another thought, Skartplug jumped up, rushing around to grab several medical supplies. On a stroke of luck, Syndrome wandered into the medbay.

"Whats happenin Skarts?"

"Syndrome! I need you and Cannonball to come with me! Airstrikes been attacked and by the panic in Sam's voice it isn't good"

"What?!"

"Exactly! Now be useful and get the big lug whilst I finish getting what I'll need!"

Syndrome saluted, then ran back out the door towards the training room. Skartplug sighed, then returned to picking up his tools. It wasn't an unusual thing for Airstrike to be in his medbay, but this had to be the first time he'd been attacked. The other times that either Airstrike or his partner Bullet had wound up under his care was because of their own damn fault trying out completely meaningless stunts!

Grabbing the last of the supplies, Skartplug supspaced them all, just as Syndrome and Cannonball bolted through the door. The large green mech seemed surprisingly calm, although not too long ago the sound of explosions had been heard. Obviously, the little blue can had gotten the best of him again.

"You ready?"

Skartplug nodded "Ready when you are"

"Lets head out then. Syndrome, take point" Syndrome nodded, allowing Skartplug to walk infront of him. He was known as a carefree mech in his off time, but when something as serious as this came up, none of his usual attitude shone through.

-Sam, Me and the others are heading out now!-

-Just hurry Skarts I don't think he's gonna live much longer!-

-Alright Sam! Just calm down!-

"Just hurry..." Sam dabbed the large open gash on the dieing jets chest again with her sweatband. She hadn't been prepaired when Sky Shadow had radioed her, so she was just using whatever she had handy. She'd had the sense to grab a shrinker before hand, she'd put three of her four sweatbands over the slice on his leg in an attempt to stop the bleeding and the forth, which happened to be her white yin yang band, she was using to try and clean the heavy wound on Airstrikes front. The jet hadn't made a single movement since she had arrived, and that was one of the many things that scared her. He was barely alive, that she did know. Airstrike was the type of mech that wasn't able to sit around for long, meaning if he wasn't making any movement, he wasn't right or it was Syndrome impersonating him, which was almost impossible seeing as he couldn't morph into transformers with wings easily.

"S-Sam?"

Sam jumped, looking up at the jet. Airstrike coughed, spluttering energon on the rock he was laying on.

"Airstrike... don't worry it's gonna be alright. Skartplug and Syndrome are on their way do just.. hang in there ok?"

"B-Bullet... wh-" he trailed off with a series of coughs, bringing up more fluid on the rock beside him. Sam sighed, wiping his faceplates. The black jet whimpered in pain, his optics glazed and his teeth gritted together. Sam couldn't do anything for him until the others arrived. She wanted to run off and find Sky Shadow to get some more information but she couldn't leave him alone.

"What happened Strike..."

"B-black... jet... H-he ah... he att-acked me... t-then left me to die..."

"Did you get a name?"

The jet coughed again, shaking his helm weakly as his optics flickered. Sam blinked. Sky Shadow... He wouldn't attack his own brother... would he? Chris had done it to her, but it was a human thing which she still didn't completely understand, and to be honest she didn't really want to. The dieing jet whimpered again, a small squeak of pain escaping his raptured vocaliser. Sam sighed, returning to her cleaning of the energon. Her white sweatband was blue, completely soaked through from the life blood Airstrike was leaking out. The three she had wrapped onto his leg were also stained.

"Just hang on Strike... the others will be here soon..."

"Nightshift! Where are you hiding! Come out here and face me!"

A dark form shifted from behind a rock, coming optic to visor with an angered jet. An energon sword sat on both of the warriors backs, their tips gleaming at each other menacingly. Nightshift smirked.

"I knew you'd come and find me Sky Shadow..."

Sky Shadow balled his hands into fists as he advanced on the other jet. Nightshifts smile faded, his optics scowling as the visored jet stopped not too far infront of him.

"Why did you do it... Why hurt Airstrike? He's never been a threat to you..."

"To lure you out... We all know you stalk him to make sure he's alright..."

"What?"

A second form came out from behind the asteroids. The mech was bulky, an evil smile covering his faceplates. A large, double barrelled blaster sat in his hand, his finger twitching by the trigger. Nightshift's smirk returned, his arms crossing over his chestplate as he saw the slight slash of panic setting on the Sky Shadows faceplates.

"Surely you remember my partner Beserker, Sky? He's come to help me..."

Sky backed away, his fists reducing. Beserker twitched his optic ridges, laughing darkly as he approached the intruder. The black jet gulped, moving away further. Before he could register anything, the bulky mech had his arm around his throat, the gun to his audio.

"Long time no see traitor! How you been? It's been quiet since you've been gone!" His dark smile grew "I've been bored to death..."

"My business isn't with you Beserker... it's with your comrade..."

"Awah! And here I thought you'd be happy to see me again! And you know it's commander to you Sky... I would let Nightshift finish you, but where's the fun in that? You know how much I hate to watch..."

"How about..." Nightshift pushed himself off the rock he was leaning on, sliding over, his blade glaring at the trapped jet menacingly as he slowly brought it up to rest the sharp edge on his shoulder plates "We both give him a warm welcome... and a hasty goodbye"

Then he was gone. Sky Shadow looked around for the other jet, but wasn't able to dodge as the blade appeared again, slicing a clean cut across his chestplates. Beserker pushed the black jet forward, landing several hits into his back. Sky's visor flashed as he dodged another hit from the speeding jet, then as he backflipped, avoiding a series of laser shots from the juggernaut. He landed neatly on an asteroid, but didn't have time to breathe before he had to move again, another burst of gunfire pushing through his audios.

"Hey Traitor!"

Sky Shadow turned. Big mistake. The black jet gritted his teeth as a shot smacked into his visor, smashing it completely. He wanted to scream, but didn't. He didn't want to give his two attackers the pleasure. Instead, he looked up at them, Energon running down his face, two dim yellow optics meeting the two pairs of red. The two stood together again. Beserker shifted his finger on the trigger. He was restless, pumping with energy. Sky Shadow panted silently, catching his breath as Nightshift's sword moved. The black jet looked round, just in time to avoid the spark shattering hit before he sliced his already bleeding chestplate in two. He faltered, his leg twisting in a crooked direction as he landed. Several circuits snapped and the metal twisted, breaking apart easily from the pressure. Sky Shadow gasped, loosing his balance and falling onto his front painfully.

He didn't have time to stand up before he felt a heavy foot on his back. Beserker laughed, his frame shaking and twitching in anticipation. He'd been waiting for this moment for a long time. The black jet shut his optics tightly as he felt the large gun hit him in the back, right on top of his spark. He knew this was the end. He heard the weapon charging up, the device humming to life.

"No."

"What?"

"I said No..."

The weapon powered down. Sky Shadow opened his optics, the weight lifting from his back. He gasped as the juggarnaut landing a blow before returning to the other black jet. Nightshift scowled.

"Leave him here... That'll be enough punishment from us for abandoning the cause for now. But..." Nightshift bent down, leaning on the hilt of his sword.

"Perhaps now he'll think twice before trying to find us again... seeing as no one in Orginisation 13 wants him alive." he smirked "You sealed your own fate the day you left the cause Sky... because now 11 other bots are looking for you including the trine... and you know they won't be as generous as we are... So long Sky Shadow... We will meet again... you can bet on it."

And then they were gone in a blink of an optic. Sky Shadow whimpered, gritting his teeth as he painfully stood, smoke rising from his back. Once he was upright, the black jet slowly moved towards an asteroid, his damaged leg dragging behind him. He stumbled forwards, landing back on the ground. He yelped, energon bleeding out from his chestplate, the scarred remains of his visor digging into the sides of his helm.

Gathering up his strength, the black jet pushed himself back onto his feet, shutting his optics tightly as he applied pressure to his wounded leg. The assassian took a few steps before stumbling again, landing flat on a jaggid asteroid on his broken chestplate. Several pointed rocks pushed against the metal, bending and slicing it as he attempted to push himself up again. Once again, Sky Shadow pushed himself up, but didn't even manage to make it to his feet before crashing back down onto the rocks. He shut his optics, panting quietly as pain rattled through his circuitry. There was a noise from nearby, then a surprised gasp before he managed to hear someone speak.

"Sky? Shit Sky what happened?!"

Sam. She'd came looking for him like she said she would. Sky Shadow shook his head slightly, turning his neck towards the 3/4 Cybertronion.

"S-s... shut off your audios for a second..."

"What? Why?"

"Please... J-just... just do it"

Sam shrugged, turning her audios off. She nodded as the jet shook, screaming in pain at the top of his vocaliser. His hands balled into pained fists and his body tensed, energon still spewing out of the three main wounds on his frame. He eventually quietened down, his optics shut tightly. Sam onlined her audios again, shifting the backpack she was carrying in one hand. She took out a small black device from her pocket, placing it on the jets side. Sam seemed to grow in the jets vision as the shrinker did its job, successfully making him slightly taller than the female.

"S-sorry I... couldn't hold it in any longer... W-what are you doing here?"

"I told you I'd come and find you later to find out who attacked Airstrike. And now I wanna know what happened to you"

Sky Shadow's intakes hitched as Sam carefully lifted his broken frame from the asteroid, gently laying him down on the nothingness of space, leaning against the rock. Sam set her load beside him, taking out several tools and medical equipment.

"I had the sense to stop back at base before heading back out. Now, where are you hurt the most?"

"Sam... don't..."

"What?"

"Y-you don't have to... I-I'm fine..."

"Yeah... and Diablos speaks proper english. It ain't gonna happen Sky and you know it. Besides, you've helped me through alot ever since I became commander. No wait... and BEFORE I became commander! The least you can let me do is return the favor!"

"I-I swear Sam... I'm fine!"

"Tuff"

Sky Shadow sighed. He was always fighting a loosing battle when it came to arguing with Sam. She always won. Sam nodded once, crossing her arms over her front in victory. The black jet shook his head slightly.

"You're impossible sometimes..."

"I know" she smiled "Great ain't it? Now where's the damage?"

Sky sighed again, moving his damaged ankle forward for Sam to start work on it. He jumped as Sam applied pressure on it, checking the severity of the wound.

"That hurt?"

The jet nodded. Sam bit her lip, grabbing several more tools from her blue New York Yankees backpack. She also took out some cloths and sterile fluid to clean the wound with.

"Looks like you've broken it to me..."

"Gee... you think?"

"Don't get stressy with me fly boy."

"Sorry... Just hurts..."

"So who did this then? The same twatbag that attacked Strike?"

Sky Shadow nodded, activating his internal diagnostics and scanners. Thankfully, Nightshift hadn't hit anything major with his barrage of attacks, but Beserker had seemed to have knocked his internal repair systems out of sync. Great, that was all he needed.

"So who was it? Where are they from? Why did they do it?"

"His name is Nightshift. He's a deadly warrior from Orginisation 13..."

"Orginisation 13?"

"Mhmm... It's also known as Kenkai, but I haven't heard anyone call it that for years... He's partnered with an ex-demolision bot called Beserker and the two of them roam around, looking for trouble... Nightshift is also known as commander killer... He... he gets Beserker to painfully bully and threaten seperate members of squads into telling them their commander... t-then he assassinates them..."

Sam looked up from her work.

"B-but..."

"I know... thats why you shouldn't be out here without protection..."

"I can protect myself" Sam's eyebrows narrowed over her red eyes as she scowled, looking back down at her work as she welded the metal back into place. Sky Shadow could see how worried she was, pulling her hoodied t-shirt over her arms a little more to cover the commander insignia she had as a birthmark. She also rubbed her thumb over her yin yang necklace, before hiding it under her collar.

"Anyway... Nightshift takes insignias as tropheys... that's why Airstrikes missing the one on his wing... S-speaking of him, is he..."

"He's alright. Skartplug said he's lucky to be alive, but he'll be back to his annoying self in no time"

"Thank Primus..." Sky Shadow breathed a sigh of relief, resting back a little more on the asteroid. Sam examined her work, carefully bending the jets ankle back and forth to check the welding she had done.

"That still hurt?"

"Not as much..."

"Alright! I got it right the first time without Skartplug telling me! Man I'm good!" Sam laughed, picking up her tools and moving towards the jets chestplate. Sky Shadow watched on cautiously until the female caught his optic.

"Sky for god sake relax! No one's out here!"

"I-I know... But it's hard..."

Sam rolled her eyes, wiping round an area of the large chest wound to start welding. The jet tensed, grunting in pain as she started her work. Although Sam had remembered to 'borrow' Skartplugs spare welder, she'd forgotten to grab some pain killers before she'd left quickly. Welding a wound shut was painful, she could vouch for that, but it was either this or the assassian would probably bleed to death. He still wouldn't let her take him to see her ships medic on the fear of the rest of the crew finding out about his presense.

"You still haven't answered me"

"What?"

"Why did they attack Airstrike?"

"Oh... that..." The dark jet gulped, shutting his optics in an attempt to block out the pulsing from the welder. He sighed before speaking again.

"They attacked Airstrike to lure me out..."

"You? Why'd they want you?"

"I used to be the a member of Orginisation 13... Berserker was my commander, I was his... 'apprentice', so to speak. With Nightshift, we were another trine, always in each others company, never apart... I-I was the weakest in the entire clan. Heh... should've known it was only a matter of time before they came for me..."

"Came for you? What are you on about Sky?" Sam looked up from her work, tutting at her lack of straightness. Sky opened his optics again, looking down at the commander as she looked up at him curiously.

"Fenair... He doesn't like the weak... He ordered for me, punished me for being weak. I almost lost my optics from his brutal punishment, thats why I wear a visor. If Nightshift hadn't of repaired me I wouldn't even be here now... I wouldn't be able to see the amount I can without my visor now... heck I wouldn't have that visor if he hadn't got it for me. I was afraid, frightened out of my circuit boards..." Sam looked, seeing in the jets yellow optics something she had never seen in her life. Fear. Then again, she had never actually seen Sky Shadow without his visor, so this was all a change for her.

"I-I ran. Well tried to. Bolts found out, told the rest of my trine and Fenair that I was leaving... t-then they came after me. I managed to escape, but they're still after me... a-all 13 of them... Nightshift and Beserker know Airstrike's my brother... They knew I'd come out from hiding the minute they attacked him... they hit Strike up to get to me, to make me angry, to CHASE them! A-and it worked... They didn't kill me, but they'll report it to Fenair... He'll know about Airstrike, He'll attack him himself, lure me out, then most probably kill me along with my brother. I can't let Striker get in the way of my mistake again! I-I never wanted him to get hurt because of me! He shouldn't be involved in this!"

"Sky calm down! None of this is your fault!"

"It is Sam! Strikes hurt because I was a whimp! He's laying in Skartplug's medbay dieing because I was stupid! Because I ran away! Because I couldn't face getting excecuted for being the weak one! Because... because I thought I could get away alive... I'm a dead mech walking Sam... they'll catch me eventually... I can't keep running..."

Sam finished her work, putting the welder away. She looked back at the jet. He lent forwards, his broken faceplate buried in his energon covered hands.

"You could always stay with us..."

"No..." Sky Shadow removed his hands, ignoring the pain that rattled through his long term damaged optics. Sam couldn't repair them, optics were too fragile for someone as unexperienced as her to do. The black jet took another visor from his subspace, chipping away the broken glass that remained on its hinges before replacing it. The clear glass immeadiatly turned red, sheilding his yellow optics away.

"Why? Why won't you come with me Sky? Airstrike doesn't know you're his brother... and he doesn't have to know if you don't want him to! We can protect you!"

"Sam... I can't. I'm an assassian. I was brought up as one, I've always been one. I can't just abandon everything I've ever known for protection! I'm a loner, Sam... Just let me stay as one..."

"But Fenair will-"

"Do what has to be done. If I stay with you I'll just be denying the inebitable. The minute he finds me he'll kill me, you, Airstrike... everyone, even Flash. He doesn't believe in letting younglings live a life because they're young... he hates younglings... I couldn't live with myself if I knew I'd died and took you all down with me..."

Sam zipped up her bag, returning it to her back. Sky Shadow forced a smile, slowly standing back up. He stretched, his frame groaning from the movement.

"Promise me one thing then"

"Hmm?"

"Go to the Nexus. Tell Erin I sent you. Get one of her medics to look you over, especially your optics. I know you have friends in the Nighthunters... I've spoken to them"

The black jet shrugged "I wouldn't call them friends... Contacts is more like it. We call upon each other for information or favors..."

"Friends, Contacts, Fellow Assassians whatever. Just tell her I'm sorry for jumping this on her and that I'll pay for anything if she has to order it. Oh and if Nighthunter Ratchets there tell him Skartplug says thanks. He's been annoying me for ages to stop by and tell him"

"Alright..."

"Oh and Sky?"

Sky Shadow sighed irritably "Yes Sam?"

"Take care of yourself... I worry about you... It's stupid yes, but you've looked out for me for vorns. I wanna do the same, although for specific reasons I can't..."

"You have to lead your team Sam... Just keep my brother safe and I'll keep myself safe. He's all the family I have now... And the main reason I haven't given up"

"Deal"

The black jet chuckled. Sam smiled, pulling him into a hug. Sky Shadow returned the gesture before eventually pulling away, removing the shrinker and passing it back to the now much smaller commander. Sam took it, looking right up at the jet before turning, each of them heading their seperate ways into the asteroids that surrounded them, sheilding them from view of passing mechs and femmes.

Sam - There we go! As promised! Now I must dash seeing as we're halfway through a battle with the Convicts! XD Laters!

-Connection Terminated-

-Airstrike.The.Careful.Risk.Taker-