Smoke's POV
I guess it all like started out with Ratchet calling us all in. "Decepticons..." I muttered to myself, seeing the symbols on the screen. All of a sudden, Jack's picture popped up on the screen... in the same place as the 'Cons.
Before I knew it, we were all running through the groundbridge to the middle of nowhere. There was dozens of them as they were mining at an energon mine. Jack was nowhere to be found. Why was his picture showing in this place?
One of them saw us, I guess, since they all started shooting in our direction.
"Smokescreen and Arcee, go try to find Jack! Everyone else, cover me." Optimus shouted to us over the gunfire.
Arcee and I sprinted off, shooting at any 'Con who got in our way. After a while of running, we saw... blood? We exchanged shocked glances and darted towards it.
What we saw made my spark nearly go out; Jack lying on the ground in a pool of blood. A large gash ran across his back. Arcee screeched in terror, tears forming at the edges of her optics. I did nothing but stare.
"J-Jack..."
I heard a familiar jet and looked up. Starscream loomed overhead, going towards a white car. Not knowing if it was a civilian or not, I just couldn't bare to let them die. So, I went towards them, transforming in the process.
By the time I got there, the car had transformed into a femme. She fought off Starscream, with a blast to his chestplates. This barely phased him, and he... slashed at her optic. I growled and punched him in the helm, throwing him off. He ran off and flew away from the scene. I turned, seeing the pure white femme look at me in shock before collapsing. Rushing over, I grabbed her by the arm.
'Optimus to Smokescreen, do you read?'
"Yeah," I said through my com. "What's the matter?"
'Come back, we have to retreat.'
A groundbridge formed infront of me and I wasted no time going through.