Breize came out of recharge the next solar cycle and sighed. It was time to see to the Autobots. Now that her Opi was dead, she was now leader of the Autobots. Nightlock was there with her as she entered the base. All the soldiers saw her and stood to attention. Murmurs started up but she put a stop to it. "Please, quiet." she said, raising a servo. The soldiers quitted down. "As you all know, Optimus Prime, my Opi, has passed on. I now will be leading in his place. Truthfully, I don't really think I have what it takes to lead you successfully. If you ever doubt my leadership, please don't be afraid to let me know. I will try to lead as best I can." she announced. "Hail, Breize Prime!" they all chanted in unison. She smiled a bit, a little less nervous. Nightlock stayed in the shadows. They went to Breize's office. Once the door hissed shut behind her, she let out a sigh. "Nightlock, I'm not sure I'm cut out for this." she said. "Breize, you'll be fine. I'm going to check on Thundershot. She seemed pretty upset earlier." Nightlock said, leaving. Breize started on the big pile of data pads on the desk to get started on work for the base.
About 4 groons later, a knock sounded on her door. "Come in." she said. A mech came in. "Prime, there is some unrest amongst the troops. Please, can you put an end to it?" he said. "Can't they sort it out?" she asked. "I'm afraid not, sir. So far, three soldiers were injured trying to stop them. Please, we can't afford to have anymore offline bots." he said. "Alright. I will. Please return to patrol." she said, standing up. She went to the rec room and saw the fighting bots. She ran over to them. "Hey, break it up!" she yelled. Everybot froze at her voice. The fighting bots glared at her. "Stop right now! We can't afford to have fighting amongst us. We're already weak from losing a great leader. Don't make us any weaker." she said. One of the fighting bots stopped and shoved the other bot at her. She caught them and caught the other bot's glare as he made an exit. "You alright?" she asked. "Yeah, I'm fine." the femme said, shoving her aside. She stumbled out of the rec room. Breize only sighed. Leading was harder than she thought. She went back to her office. Nightlock met her there. "Breize, I have some news. Thundershot has been captured by the Decepticons. They caught her on the border of their territory when she was out on patrol. Her partner was killed. We have to rescue her." she reported. Breize frowned. "Of course. Organize a rescue team. I'll be with you. Let me know when you're ready to mobilize." Breize ordered. "Yes, sir." Nightlock said and left. Breize went to the training room to get some training in before the mission.
Eight groons later, they were with five other Autobots nearing the Sea of Rust. They transformed and hid amongst the rubble. Breize looked over at Nightlock. "Night, we move at first lunar cycle." she ordered. "Thundershot might not last that long. When I got here, she was already weakened. They had been fighting her. She might be dying as we speak. We have to go in now." Nightlock said. "Right. Lead the way." She followed her best friend into the settlement. The other five spread out along the perimeter. The two of them snuck to the backside of the prison. "Remember, stealth is best for this mission." Breize said. "I know." Nightlock answered. They maintained radio silence unless absolutely necessary. They locked optics and moved in from the back. Breize spread her scanner as far as it could and scanned for Thundershot's spark signature. She locked on it. "Nightlock, she's three floors above us and barely online. We must hurry." she said, turning to Nightlock. She nodded and they ran to the stairs. At the second flight, a Decepticon saw them. Before he could sound the alarm, Breize sliced his helm off. They got up to Thundershot's cell and saw her lying prone on the floor. A mech was bent over her. "Femme, please live." he muttered. He saw Breize and Nightlock. "Prime, she's really weak. You must hurry back to Iacon." he said. She nodded and picked Thundershot up. "Mech, come with us. We could use everybot we can get." she said. "Of course." he said. They got out and halfway back to Iacon before the Decepticons tracked them down. "Slag! Nightlock, get these two out of here! We'll hold them off!" Breize yelled. "But, Breize!" Nightlock tried to argue. Breize looked at her and she nodded. They got out of there. Breize turned back to the 'Cons. Turning a servo into a blaster, she blasted everybot around her. They all offlined. The rest of the team was killed. About 12 mechs remained around her. "So, Prime. You're the only one left. Surrender and we might just spare you." one said. She snarled. "Never! I'll fight you all to my last vent!" she yelled, charging at them.
For several breems, all one could see was the clang of metal on metal. The sounds quieted down and one frame was left standing. Breize was venting hard and clutching at her side. She stumbled forward but fell to her knees with a clang. Shuttering her optics, she grimaced and stood back up.
.:Nightlock, I managed to defeat all the Decepticons. But the rest of the team was offlined. I was damaged in the attack. Send somebot to me. I need help fast.:.
-Breize Prime
.:Hang on! I'm coming!:.
-Nightlock
.:Don't know how much longer I have. Please hurry and bring backup.:.
-Breize Prime
.:Right.:.
-Nightlock
Shutting off her comm, Breize collapsed on her side and tried to stay online. She was an easy target like this. She stood up and slowly made her way to a clump of metal boulders. Hiding behind them gave her some protection. Energon dripped out between her digits. She feared the damage went to the main energon lone in her chestplates. Hopefully not. It hurt like the pit though. She managed to stay online long enough to see Nightlock in the distance. She smiled as she offlined from energon loss.
Breize felt really weak. When she finally onlined her optics, she saw walls all around her. She was chained to a wall and drooped in the chains. "Breize! Please! Don't die!" somebot yelled. She lifted her helm to see Nightlock crushing the cell door. "What happened?" Breize asked. "I wasn't fast enough. You were caught by a 'Con and brought here. I followed them inside and now am busting you out." Nightlock said. Breize nodded and leaned on Nightlock as they got out. Once they got back to Iacon, Breize was too weak to even stand up. "Breize, where were you hit?" Nightlock asked. She pointed at her side and Nightlock looked at it. "Slag! This looks really bad. Let's get you to Ratchet." she said, carrying her to the med bay. Thundershot was online and saw Nightlock bringing Breize in. She layed her on the berth next to Thundershot. Ratchet heard the door open and Nightlock enter. "Got her now?" he asked. He went over and scanned both of them. Nightlock glared at him while Breize just chuckled softly but started coughing. Ratchet put her into medical stasis so she could rest and recover. Nightlock just stood nearby and watched. "Thunder, how are your brother and sister doing?" she asked. "They're alright. Hot Shot is the closest to being fully stabilized. He'll probably be put in his adult frame soon." Thundershot said. "That's good. Hopefully, Thunderheart will be fine as well. At least, if she does die, she won't leave Cybertron uncared for." Nightlock said. Thundershot smiled. A loud beeping came from a berth a few down. Nightlock went to look and saw that Hot Shot was starting to online again.
His optics onlined and he looked into a strange faceplate. "Hot Shot, how you feeling?" they asked. "Fine. Who are you?" he asked. "Nightlock. It's been well over a vorn since you were damaged. I was put in my adult frame, as has Thundershot and Breize. Your spark had been too unstable to put in your adult frame." Nightlock said. "Wow, it's been that long?" he asked. Hot Shot sat up and saw his sister looking at him. Ratchet heard all the chatter and looked outside his office. Red Alert was repairing Breize and Hot Shot was online again. He made his way over to the latter. "So, youngling, you've recovered. It'll be a few more solar cycles before I can put your spark in your adult frame. I need to do some scans to make sure you've fully recovered." he said. Hot Shot looked up at him and nodded. "Just try not to move." Ratchet said. Hot Shot stayed still as several scans ran over him. Ratchet was very surprised at the result. "Well, it seems you've recovered. I'll have to go over these results…" Ratchet trailed off. Hot Shot started to get nervous. "Is it bad?" he asked. "No, it is just surprising." Ratchet said. He went back into his office. Hot Shot sighed and just looked over at Thundershot. She got up and went over to him. "Hot Shot, is everything alright?" she asked. "I don't know. Ratchet said he has to go over the results of the scans. I'm scared." he said, hugging her side. She put a servo on his helm. "It'll be alright. I know it will." she said.
After a groon, Ratchet came out of his office. "Hot Shot, I have some… news for you." he said. Thundershot and Hot Shot went over to him. "What is it?" he asked. Ratchet bent down. "It seems your spark has gained much more power than before." he said. "What? That's it? I already knew I had an above average spark. It's far more powerful than it should. It's been that way since I was sparked." Hot Shot said. "Well, it seems to have given you strange powers. These powers will develop with you and then, we can know what kind of powers you have." Ratchet said. Hot Shot looked up at Thundershot. She smiled. "You'll be able to help us better fight the exiled 'Cons that took over our planet." she said. He grinned and jumped at her. She caught him and twirled him. He giggled and Ratchet smiled a bit. "One last thing. Your adult frame is ready for you." he said. Hot Shot was a bit scared. "I guess I'm ready." he said. "Don't worry, Shot. It won't hurt. You'll be offline for it so you won't feel a thing." Thundershot said. He nodded.
Several orn went by. It was almost 6 orns later when Breize finally onlined again. It was the early joors of the orn when she finally onlined her optics. She looked around and saw the med bay was empty. Hot Shot was resting in a chair next to Thunderheart's berth. She sat up and looked over at him. She smiled. "I guess he finally got his adult frame." she muttered. Hot Shot's optics flickered on and he groaned tiredly. He looked down at his sister. He sighed. "I guess she hasn't stabilized yet." he muttered. His optics flickered over to her. "Breize. Good to see you online again." he said. "Yeah, it feels nice to be able to move again. How's Thunderheart doing?" she said. His smile faded and he looked down to the floor. "Sorry, I didn't mean…" Breize trailed off, feeling like scrap. "It's okay. She might die. Her spark isn't anywhere near stabilized and I fear of her death. I keep having these reoccurring dreams of death. It's a different death each time of either you, Thundershot, Nightlock, or Thunderheart. It's never myself. I'm always trapped in some cage, forced to watch them die over and over again." he said. Breize just stared at him. "This is troublesome. If you are having these dreams, then it must have some significance. I'll need to get some more details on these dreams of yours. Once I'm released from here, we can go over it. This is too important." she said. Hot Shot just looked at her. "You think?" he asked. "Yes, there's several legends of Transformers having dreams of death and then being present when these deaths happen. Sometimes the dreams are very vivid, or they are kind of clouded, several important factors missing. It really depended on the Transformer. You might be one of these." Breize said. Hot Shot just shook his head. "No. There's no way I'm special." he said, denying it. She knew he was special and had to get him to see it.
About 5 orn later, Breize was cleared and was able to get back into being a leader. Nightlock helped her understand more about being a Prime. About 3 battles raged in 5 orns. A calm finally settled across the planet. Hot Shot was in the med bay when Breize sent for him. When he got to her office, she looked up to him. "Hot Shot, we should start to study these dreams of yours." she said, right to the point. He nodded and sat in the chair in front of her desk. "So when did these start?" she asked. "It was shortly after I got my adult frame. I was just settling into recharge when I heard a scream. I ran out of my berth room and saw the floor in front of it had turned into molten metal. My room turned into a cage and I was chained to the bars. It was you that was screaming. A very evil looking Transformer was holding you by a single servo. You were begging him to stop but he only laughed and let you go. You fell and I tried to save you. We only both wound up dying." he explained. Breize stopped short at that. She had had that exact dream that same lunar cycle. "Interesting. I had the same dream. You were trapped in the cage and tried to get to me." she said. He shifted nervously. "Hot Shot, it's nothing to be afraid of. Just tell me what you think is similar between the two and we can try to figure out the setting. Then we can predict if this is a true death of mine or not." Breize said. For several cycles, they analyzed these dreams of his.
Around the 8th cycle, the alarm went off and Breize ran to the command center. "Blaster, what's going on?" she asked. "Sir, the Decepticons are advancing on Helix. That's right next to Vos and Tarn. Two advance parties are heading to those towns. We need to send two other units to Vos and Tarn to hold the 'Con." he said. "The frontliners head to Vos. I'll lead my team to Tarn. The rest head to Helix and try to keep them at bay until the other teams can get there." she said. The orders were sent out. Heading to the shuttle bay, she met with Nightlock. "Nightlock, lead your squad to Helix. Thundershot, your squad follows Nightlock's squad. Silverbolt, your squad is at Vos. Head out!" she ordered. "Yes, sir!" The shuttles took off. Settling in her seat, she looked out the window till she saw the smoke rising from Tarn. "Oh my Primus." she said as she stepped out of the shuttle. "Search the ruins for survivors and get them in the shuttle. Ratchet will be repairing any injuried." Hot Shot ordered. Sounds of blaster fire came from nearby. "Squad, we'll be splitting in half. Hot Shot will be leading you. Stay here and search the ruins." Breize ordered. "Yes, Prime." they said. Breize took her half to the sounds of battle. Several neutrals were pinned against a wall with the 'Cons firing at them. "ENOUGH!" Breize screamed. The 'Cons turned to her. "You have gone too far. Leave these innocents alone. Fight me instead." she said. They only laughed. "You think you can take us on alone?" one asked. "No, because I'm not alone. I have my fellow Autobots to help me." she said. They laughed. "So be it. I'll enjoy ending the reign of Primes forever." they said. Breize stepped forward. "I'll fight only you. If I win, your 'Cons leave here and never return to Iacon." she said. "And when I win, your Autonoobs all die." he said, smirking. He knew he would win.
Breize armed her blaster and shot at him. She moved in front of the neutrals to prevent him from hurting them. "Team, get these neutrals out of here. I'll be with you shortly. Go." she said. Hot Shot stayed behind. "Breize, I'll stay behind." he said. "No, Hot Shot. We can't bare to lose you. You still have to get back to Velocetron." she said. He nodded but only retreated to a nearby alley to watch. She faced the 'Con. "Now, die!" he yelled. She dodged all the shots. Going into a sword fight, she drew her energon blade. Blue energy cackled along the blade. The swords met and clang after clang rang out. Dust got kicked up and surrounded the two fighting bots. Once it settled, only one was still standing. The standing bot stood victorious and walked away a bit before falling to their knees. "Breize!" Hot Shot yelled and ran to his leader. She was clutching at her side. Several deep cuts covered her chestplates and arms. "Hot Shot, I told you to get back to the shuttle." she said, standing back up. Looking at the 'Cons, she growled. "Remember what I said. You will leave this area immediately." she said. They grumbled but left. She started to fall again but Hot Shot caught her. "Why, Hot Shot? I told you to get to the shuttle." she said. "I couldn't leave you alone. You were badly damaged so I had to help." he said. They got to the shuttle. Several of the lacerations stopped leaking but the main one on her lower chestplates wouldn't stop leaking. Putting a servo on it, Breize forgot about it once they got back to Iacon. The med bay was full of damaged soldiers and several deceased. She couldn't take her optics off the scene. As she was repaired, all she could think about was how it was her fault everybot was hurt. "Breize Prime, sir." the medic repairing her said. She shook her helm and looked at him. "Yes?" she asked. "You're fully repaired but be careful of your movements for a few orns. You'll be back to normal then." he said. "Thank you, medic." she said and left. Nightlock met her at the door to the med bay. "Breize, how bad were you injured?" she asked. "Only minor cuts on my arms." Breize said. They went to the rec room for some energon. Thundershot was there, looking really downcast.
Breize walked up to her. "Thundershot, you alright?" she asked, sitting next to her. Thundershot just looked at her. Her optics were all covered in tears. "It's Thunderheart, isn't it?" Breize asked. Nightlock sat on Thundershot's other side. "I'm so sorry. She was the worst injured. This just isn't good. You were all supposed to survive. That's what my vision said." Breize said. "Vision?" Nightlock asked. "Yes, shortly after we were all attacked by Knockout, I was alone in my berth room and had this vision of all five of us traveling to Velocetron to free your planet." Breize said. Thundershot just buried her helm in her legs. They left her alone so she would get over it. Several orns passed and all the warriors were cleared for duty. The only bot left was Thunderheart. Her optics were still offline, as they had been for several orbital cycles. Her spark was finally starting to stabilize. The only down side was her memory was gone. She had been in shut down for far too long to retain all her memory. When Ratchet told this to Thundershot, she was glad. "At least she can finally be in her adult frame." she said. "That's the problem. She still hasn't come back online yet. Once she can be online, then she'll be stabile enough for her adult frame." Ratchet said. Thundershot just looked at Hot Shot and Breize. "Let's hope she onlines soon." Breize said. As they said that, optics onlined for the first time in many orbital cycles and looked up at bots surrounding her. "Um, excuse me?" she asked. They all shut up and looked down at her. "Finally! Thunderheart, it's been so long since you were last online." Thundershot said. Thunderheart just looked at her confused. "Um, who are you?" she asked. Thundershot just about broke down. Ratchet bent down to her. "Thundershot, her memories are gone. Maybe her memories will return with time but nothing's certain." he said. He looked at Thunderheart, who was just looking scared. Breize sat next to her and put a gentle servo on her shoulder. Thunderheart jerked back and scurried to the top of the berth. "Please, we mean you no harm. We only want to help you." she said quietly, knowing Thunderheart would be scared of loud noises. Thunderheart looked at her and slowly scooted closer to her. The others backed up a bit to give her more room. "Please, where am I?" Thunderheart asked. "You are in the med bay in the Autobot base on Cybertron." Breize said. "But I'm from Velocitron. How did I wind up here?" Thunderheart asked. "Your planet was attacked by Decepticons exiled from Cybertron. Your Danni put you, Hot Shot, and Thundershot all in a shuttle with what energon she could find to get you here to find help. You crash landed just outside my housing unit when I was just a youngling. You've been here ever since. A Decepticon had been spying in my housing unit on my Opi, Optimus Prime. He attacked and killed Opi. You three were all damaged. You were the worst off and now your spark has stabilized enough to put in your adult frame." Breize explained. Thunderheart just stayed quiet. "Wow, that's a lot to take in. But first, who's Hot Shot and Thundershot?" she asked. "Well, they're your siblings. You three are a rare sight, triplets made from the same spark." Breize said. Hot Shot and Thundershot came to the other side of Thunderheart. "The light blue mech is Hot Shot and the green femme is Thundershot." Breize said. "Okay. I think I get this. When can I get put in my adult frame?" Thundershot asked. Breize smiled. "Ratchet is the head medic and will be the one putting your spark in your adult frame. You can trust him. He's very nice, but can be a bit testy at times. Just stay on his good side and you'll be fine." she said. Thunderheart looked at Ratchet and nodded.
It only took a few breems. Thunderheart booted up her optics and looked into her siblings' faceplates. She got up and walked around. Breize smiled and took her on a tour of the base. She showed her where her berth room was, right across the hall from Hot Shot and Thundershot. "You'll never be alone. Go ahead and make some friends. Talk to Ironhide when you're ready to start training." Breize said. Thunderheart laughed and ran into the rec room. Breize smiled at her enthusiasm. She went in as well to get some energon. A tap on her shoulder turned her around. She saw someone fingering her over. She followed them and wasn't able to scream as she knocked out fast.
Hot Shot hadn't seen Breize for several cycles. He went to Thundershot. "Hey, you seen Breize around?" he asked. "No, I haven't. Do you think she's gone missing?" she asked. He nodded. They went to her room. Inside, it was clean but in her private room that branched off, it was a mess. Spilled energon was all over the floor and there was tiny bits of her armor around. Thundershot picked up a piece. "Shot, she's been missing about 4 cycles, according to my scan." she said. Hot Shot scanned the spilled energon. It was high grade. Why would she spill high grade over the floor? She didn't like high grade. He looked at Thundershot. "This energon is high grade. She never touched the stuff. Why is there high grade spilled over the floor, then?" he said. Thundershot's optics widened. "I know why. Whoever took her must have gotten her high so she would be less violent." she said. Hot Shot just shook his helm. If somebot who had never had high grade since they got their adult frame after several vorns, the high grade wrecked havoc on their systems. They quickly went to the command center and tried to get a fix on her spark signature.
Breize onlined her optics, only to find stabbing bright light. She shuttered them but quickly unshuttered them. She sat up and saw her servos were bound behind her. All around her was the walls of a mine. It was full of light but no energon anywhere. This showed just how bad the energon crisis was growing. The Decepticons were destroying mines so the Autobots had no energon. There was no bot around. "Hello?" she called out, her voice echoing in the empty cavern. "Shut up!" somebot growled from behind her and she was kicked down. She cried out at the pain of hitting the ground. Her systems felt all weird, as though she was falling and never hitting the ground. "Oh, what's wrong? Too high to think straight or be alert enough?" they asked, laughing. Then it hit her. They had doped her up on high grade! "Why did you give me high grade?! I can't touch the stuff!" Breize yelled. "It was the only way to get you to be quiet." they said. The bot came into the light and their gray armor was frightening, not to mention they had fangs for denta. "Megatron." she growled. "Yes, the traitor in your ranks did well by getting you out without setting off any alarms." he said. Another bot emerged from the shadows. Barricade. "You. I let you into the ranks and this is why you were there?! To capture me for Megatron?!" she yelled, outraged. "Yes. It was the perfect ploy. Your little friends are never going to find you here. We'll kill you and dump your body here and watch how long it takes for them to find you." he said, smirking. She stood up but her legs were wobbly. With the amount of high grade in her systems, she wouldn't be able to fight very well. She barely dodged a shot to her chestplates. "Stay still!" Megatron shouted. She looked at him with enough venom in her optics to melt ice. She dodged around. "You're good at dodging, even with high grade in your systems. Once you have a crash from the hangover, you won't be so good then." Barricade said. Just as he said that, it happened. She fell to her knees, grimacing. At that, she didn't see the sword until it was too late. She barely evaded it. A long scratch ran up her chestplates. Breize broke the binds on her servos and ran to the exit. It was blocked by iron bars. She tried to tear them down but a ion blast got her in the leg. It threw her into the bars and to the ground. She grimaced and got up. Slivers of rock were stuck in her legs. She ran past Megatron but a sheer drop into the bottom of the cavern stopped her. He aimed his gun at her. Breize gritted her denta and backed up as far as she could before she fell. Her pede stepped on air. She fell but was able to grab the edge. Barricade's foot shoved her off and she screamed as she fell. Hitting the bottom smashed her knee. The whole joint would have to be replaced. The 'Cons dropped down as well. She struggled to her pedes, wincing the whole time. She finally looked at them. "Die." Two swords impaled her through the chestplates. She gasped and fell limp against the wall. The swords held her up. "Why?" she asked as her processor started to shut down. "No more Primes can exist with me." Megatron said and punched her across the faceplates. She cried out in pain. Breize just looked at him as he blurred into darkness.
Hot Shot found Breize. "Sisters, I found her!" he yelled. They hurried over to him. Thunderheart and Thundershot looked over his shoulders. A faint red light came from a mine near Kaon. "She's in there. We have to go now. Thundershot, grab Ratchet. We'll need him." he said. Thundershot ran to the med bay while he and Thunderheart ran to the shuttles. He checked over his weapons. Ratchet and Thundershot arrived as he got the shuttle started. They boarded and he flew them to the mine. "This mine has been abandoned for vorns. Why would the Decepticons take her there?" Thundershot asked. "I don't know, Thunder. I aim to find out." he said. 13 joors later, they set down outside the mine. They ran it and Hot Shot used his high tech scanners to find any spark signatures. One popped up, very weak. "I got her. She's almost gone. She's at the bottom of the cavern ahead." he said. They moved in and jumped down the hole. Only Thunderheart didn't land on her pedes. She landed on her knees. Hot Shot searched and saw a trail of energon. Following it, he saw two swords on the ground. The trail went farther on. The spark signature was getting stronger. He found her lying on the ground, offline. "Breize!" he cried and ran to her side. Multiple damages covered her and two big lacerations were right below her spark chamber. The others came running up behind him and saw her. Ratchet shoved passed him and quickly worked on the biggest worry at the moment. Hot Shot just watched it. Energon was still leaking out of her dents. Thunderheart bent down next to her and took Breize's servo in her own. "Breize, if you can hear me, please online. We need you here. We need a Prime. You still have yet to reach your full power. You still have to take me and my siblings back to Velocitron and save it from the exiled 'Cons ruling the place." she muttered in her audio receptor. Energon tears formed in her optics and she just let them fall on Breize's faceplates. One hit her optic and a groan came from her. "Breize?" Thunderheart asked. Her optics onlined and she saw the four Autobots around her. She tried to shift but Ratchet kept her from moving. "Breize, you're badly damaged. Take it easy. That high grade messed with your balancing systems. You won't be walking anywhere in a straight line for a while." he said, gently pushing her back down. "But I have to." she said. She got up but almost fell again. Hot Shot supported her as she tried to walk. "Breize, please. You're in no condition to do anything right now. We have to get you out of here now. You won't survive if you don't." he said. "Please, Hot Shot. I have to lead the Autobots." she said. She pushed Hot Shot away and started forward but fell. That jarred her damages. One of the welds broke and energon leaked out of the opened weld. Ratchet quickly patched the weld but it didn't do anything good. She was already very weak and the loss of more energon put her into stasis lock.
She onlined her optics and saw only white. "I'm in the Matrix." she muttered. She walked forward but it was only white in every direction. "Where am I going?" she asked herself. She was drawn forward. As she looked back, the white disappeared. She stopped and only darkness shone around her. She gasped and tried to find a light. The darkness started to take over her. Her armor darkened and she only was able to scream as it took her over completely. She was trapped as an evil presence took over her mind. She raged in her mind but the evil presence didn't go away. It started to kill everybot around. "Stop! They're my friends!" she cried. One friend wasn't killed in one shot. He just looked at her. "Why? Why are you doing this?" he asked. "Ha! I'm not your friend. She's no more!" the evil presence said. She tried to get free. Her struggle was noticed by her friend. "Breize! Break free! I know you can hear me!" the mech called out. "Help me! Hot Shot! I can't do this on my own!" Breize yelled, falling to her knees and clutching her helm. Her optics flashed two different colors. She finally fell to the side. The evil presence screamed its defiance but it left her. That's when she felt the pain. She fell offline.
Breize heard a steady beeping sound as her optics flickered on dimly. The med bay was dark. She looked through the window across the wall from her and it was the lunar cycle. She let out a quiet groan but the door to an office opened. She quickly offlined her optics and pretended to be in recharge. She recalled the dream she had. It was very disturbing. Why had that evil spark taken her over? She vented quietly and heard pede steps getting closer. The frame stood next to her and she studied them. Her optics were much too dim to be noticed as on. She barely shifted. "Breize, I know you're online. I heard your vent." Hot Shot said. "Okay, I'm online. What is it, Hot Shot?" she asked. She sat up but winced as she pulled some repairs on her chestplates. "I just wanted to check up on you. I know it's late. I've been here every cycle since you were found in that mine." he said. "How long have I been in stasis lock?" she asked. "About 30 cycles." he said. "Who's been leading?" she asked. "Nightlock. She's more than capable to lead when you're injured. She's almost as good a leader as you." he said. She smiled. "I hope I'm out of here soon so I can lead again." she said. In the back of her processor, she didn't feel like a leader. Why was she even Prime? She hadn't done anything spectacular. She just kept getting injured. If she wasn't careful, she would die easily. The smile on her faceplates faded and she looked resentful. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Do you think I'm good at being a Prime?" she asked. "Where did this come from? Of course, you are. Not everybot is prepared for the extra danger. You shifted into that position with no trouble. You're a great Prime." he said. She smiled a bit. "Thanks, Hot Shot. You're a great friend." she said. He laughed. They went to find Nightlock. She was in Breize's office, recharging at her desk. Breize tapped her shoulder and she jolted up. "Breize! I was just-" she said before Breize interrupted her. "Nightlock, there's no need. Go get some recharge. We'll talk in the solar cycle." she said. Nightlock saluted and left. Breize sighed. "I'll see you later, Hot Shot." she said. He nodded and left. She put all the data pads away and settled on her berth. With a heavy vent, she offlined her optics and settled into recharge.