Two of a Kind

Author's Foreword:

Hey everyone! Sorry for the long wait, I have been ridiculously busy with work and a whole ton of other things, especially my move to a new place! I am now living with Mythcraze! Woohoo! You can find a link to her account on my main page, check her out!

Anyway! Back to fanfiction!

This is the second chapter of The Wreckers Initiative.

Apparently TFA did have a Wrecker team. I found out by accident to be honest! They could have done so much more with that universe but no, Cartoon Network screwed us over, again, just like with Young Justice. Let's give a round of applause to Cartoon Network for horrible decisions!

Like I said before, a lot of these characters are not Wreckers in other continuities, in fact I think only Kup is out of my list but the two that I am going to introduce in this chapter I think would make excellent additions.

I also have 2 more series relating to this one! One is Path to Tomorrow, which is Warpath's and Onslaught's backstories, I am nearing completion, a few good chapters! And the other one I yet have to name but it is Yoketron's backstory! I will try and post more of Path to Tomorrow as soon as possible since I go back to a few details from it. Yoketron's backstory will have to wait, I will announce it in future chapters.

Now, without further ado, here we go!

"… so who exactly are you?"

"… like I said, I have a proposition for you two."

"I don't suppose he is one of your friends? Blam!"

The mech just casually walked into their secret meeting place, as if it was his house. Warpath and Onslaught quickly recovered from the initial shock and sprung into action.

"I am Major Soundblaster of the Rebel Force intelligence," the kittycon calmly introduced himself, not even paying any attention to the guns pointed at him, "You are Eilte Guard Captain Warpath and Rebel Force Lieutenant Onslaught, correct?"

"Nope." The autodog started circling around him to block the only escape route. "I am Corporal Frag-You-Up of Why-The-Slag-Are-You-Here. Kazam!"

"And I." The other soldier took out another pistol. "Am Colonel Bury-You-Six-Feet-Under of the Ninja Gladiator Pirates."

"Oh, Primus," the intruder rubbed his sinuses, "Why did I have to get stuck with these two idiots?"

"We are not idiots …"

"… we are socially challenged! Blam!"

"Indeed." Sighing again, Soundblaster slowly took out his gun and put it down on the ground. "Anyway, I do not mean you harm, like I said before, I have a proposition for you two."

"Warpath?"

"Yeah? Bang!"

"Let's hear what he has to say?"

"Fine by me! Fwoop!"

"I will go put the tea on …"

"… uh," watching the two rush off to make the preparations, the Major whimpered, "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"

"… is this," Soundblaster tried sitting more comfortably, but being tied up was making it really hard to find a good position, "Really necessary?"

"That depends." Onslaught poured him a cup of a steaming brown liquid, the aroma pleasantly tickling their olfactory sensors. "That depends."

"On what, exactly?"

"If you can make us like you." Warpath started a little fire, stuck some marshmallows on sticks and put them to slowly roast. "You can always give us pretty things like lots and lots of guns ..."

"… or sweet things," the other nodded, taking a sip out of his cup, "like more guns or candy, or guns, or edible food, or guns …"

"… or a couch that doesn't have a nest of turbo-rats in it," the Lieutenant kicked the furniture with the back of his pede as he said that, making some of the critters peep and scratch against the wood, "Not that we mind too much but there is just something about it that makes us a little wary, you know?"

"Right," the kytticon replied flatly, "And I assume it has nothing to do with the smell or anything."

"Smell? What smell?"

"I don't smell anything." The autodog reached between the couch cushions, taking out a pretty big shotgun and with a loud clonk, put it down on the table. "Other than gunpowder if you don't start talking. Drafam!"

"Wow," their prisoner laughed, "General Yoketron was right about you two; you sure have a style of your own."

"H-how," Warpath nearly dropped the plate with melting s'mores, "How do you know him?"

"Oh," Onslaught took out a pack of expired chocolate cookies and opened up a jug of frozen milk, "dis 's gon' b' good …"

"Well, I was a stray, he picked me up at his dojo …"

"… and now we are trying to keep both sides at a stalemate in order for requests to diplomatic negotiations to gain more strength, with the help of individuals like you two."

"Uh," the two soldiers looked at each other and cautiously asked, "Like us?"

"Yes," Soundblaster nodded, getting used to the poorer energon circulation. "Individuals who want this war to end. I mean look at yourselves! A Rebel Force and an Elite Guard officers; becoming friends on the battlefield and supporting each other through the ordeals of war!"

"So you think," Warpath linked his fingers, "We are perfect for that cause? Kablam!"

"Indeed I do."

"Are there," Onslaught slowly put down the bag of cookies and leaned forward, looking their captive straight in the optics, "Are others like us that you have called upon?"

"So far there is only one other," the Major nodded, "General Yoketron is currently inquiring about another potential agent."

"W-will, um..." The autodog slowly put the platter down. "Will he be joining us?"

"No."

"So," the kittycon waved his digit in the air, "You have a mission, for both of us, that will, ultimately, help the negotiations start?"

"Essentially," the mech nodded, "yes."

"Would, um, would you," the Lieutenant patted Warpath, "Would you mind if we talked about this?"
"Oh, yeah, sure," Soundblaster deadpanned, "While you are speaking in private, I will just go ahead and enjoy your hospitality, and treats, and tea, with my whole body tied up."

"Oh, yeah." Onslaught scratched his head for a moment and then walked over to the officer. "Sorry about that."

"Oh, no, it's, um, uh," assuming that he would untie him, the persian came to be quite disappointed, when instead the soldier put a few more rust candies on his plate, "uh-huh …"

"Enjoy!"

"Yeah," the Major growled, left optic and right ear twitching in irritation, "I will get right to it …"

"What do we do?"

"You are asking me? Blam!"

"Yes," Onslaught mocked Warpath, "I am asking you! You know General Yoketron personally!"

"Well …"

"And I have no idea who this guy is!"

"That's a good point …"

"And something feels wrong about this!"

"You say that every other day! Gaham!"

"Ok, fine, so, what do we do?"

"Well," the autodog stroke his chin, "Yoketron did mention that he had a dojo and students so that part kinda holds up. Fwang!"

"What about the whole stalemate thing?"

"Uh, I don't know," the Captain shook his head, "But don't you think that if there is a chance that we can be part of something that brings negotiations back on the table, we should take it? Kadang!"

"You do realize," the kittycon ran his fingers across his grizzled chin, "That we can get royally screwed?"

"How would that be any different if this war keeps dragging on? Please don't tell me that you want this to go on forever! Flam!"

"No, no, I …"

"You have a femmefriend with a sparkling, for crying out loud! Gazang!"

"Fine, fine." The mech rolled his optics. "As long as it is not one of those suicide missions, that is an actual suicide mission, of which there really is no way out, I am fine with it."

"What, you would go on an Ick-Yak-slag suicide mission? Flang!"

"Anyway," the Lieutenant raised his tone for an astrosecond and turned to Soundblaster, "we acce… uh …"

"… how in the …"

"Oh, hey." The Major merrily waved at them, happily stuffing his mouth with delicious expired treats and cooled off tea. "Throw in a boombox and get rid of the rats and you guys got yourself a nice place! Maybe a heater too?"

"… what," Onslaught dropped his jaw, "The …"

"You know," Warpath crossed his arms and thought about it, "A boombox would not be such a bad idea …"

"… wow," the kittycon replied flatly, "Just wow …"

"Do that for a few days," Soundblaster grinned. "And you will be right about where I am!"

"… so let me make sure I understand." Onslaught pushed another petro-cow away from him, an annoyed smile drawing on his lip components. "We, two ranking officers, amongst the best soldiers in our armies …"

"… are escorting," the mech pointed at a little figure tightly wrapped in a few layers of winter clothes and goggles, effectively covering every inch of its body, "This little twerp, through a forest and over a mountain, crawling with possibly hostile autowolf and insectipuma warriors, to a tribe leader summit that happens only once in, what, forever?"

"I am not a twerp," the little sparkling growled, "You are a twerp!"

"Shut up." The soldier waved them off. "Twerp."

"… you," gasping and getting pouty, the figure crossed its arms and faced the other way, "You people are mean!"

"Um, right." Warpath held onto one of the handles on the side of the cargo train to help him keep his balance. "Yeah, depending on how the summit goes, the insectipuma and autowolf tribes will decide whether they should go to war and with whom. Bang!"

"So where does the twerp come in, again? What can this boy or girl do? Wait does he or she even have a gender?"

"Hey, come on," the autodog nudged him, "Give the kid a chance, will ya? Flang!"

"… This is Sacca." Soundblaster petted the figure over the head and double checked that nobody was in the alley. "Sacca over here is crucial for the tribes summit."

"And how exactly is a sparkling supposed to help out?"

"I am not going to bother explaining to you the sheer political complications that will arise if Sacca doesn't show up at the summit. Let's just say that it is in everyone's interest, including our own, that the tribes don't declare war on everyone and make this war into an even bigger clusterfrag than it already is …"

"Why, um," the kittycon squinted, "Why not get a special convoy?"

"We are the special convoy. Fwam!"

"I do not understand." The sparkling gave the two a dirty look. "Why am I being escorted by wannabe soldiers? Did they even get all their shots? I don't want to pick up a disease from, um, these, two, individuals."

"Hey, hey," Onslaught growled, getting into the little person's faceplates, "I may be a stray but I assure you that I am perfectly …"

"… ew! Ew, ew, ew! Ew," grabbing a stick and starting to beat the Lieutenant with it, the kid quickly hid behind Soundblaster, "You are disgusting! And they allow you to procreate?"

"… yeah," the mech growled, shaking his head, "Not happening."

"I don't need to give you a chance," Sacca grumbled and walked over to the other end of the railroad cargo car. "The animals smell better than you!"

"I WILL FRAGGING …" The kittycon jumped from his seat.

"NO, ONSLAUGHT," Warpath quickly sat him back down, "NO! BAZAM!"

"… fragging kids these days," the mech looked back at the petro-cow staring at him, "What, you don't agree?"

"Hey, Sacca," Warpath holstered his rifle and knelt in front of the sparkling, "Think I could sit with you for a little while? Glabang!"

"… don't you give me that look!"

"Heh." The figure frowned, pointing to a spot next to them. "Your friend is going too crazy now?"

"… yeah, yeah, I know what you are thinking, 'what is a drop-dead handsome stud like me doing in a train cart filled with cows'? Well, let me explain …"

"… he is just screwing around." Waving Onslaught off, the autodog cleared the spot of dirt and with a loud thud sat himself down. "So, you are important. Flabang!"

"Indeed I am," the kid sighed. "Did they teach you to say overly obvious things in the military or is it something you do on your own?"

"… so you see, this is how you can use an extension cord to throw water-melons at your local turbo-foxes, so that they would stop eating your tomatoes!"

"Just trying to start a conversation," he shrugged, took out a chocolate energy bar and broke it into two. "Want some? Krank!"

"No, I am quite all right. Answering your attempts at engaging into a dialog," Sacca coughed and pushed a petro-cow away with their leg, "Why do you wish to talk to me, exactly? I am interesting and worthwhile to get to know, but for you I am just a mission."

"… and then I ask him 'does he look like a glitch' …"

"Well, we are of course bound to complete our mission no matter what." Warpath started chewing, moaning at the taste of his breakfast. "But if you look at the assignment as two soldiers escorting an important individual by non-traditional means, that in itself might as well be considered a failure before it even begins. Clapow!"

"Huh." The sparkling thought about it for a few astroseconds. "Why is that?"

"… and then I go like … say 'what' again, say 'what' again, I dare you! I double dare you!"

"One," quickly finishing the bar and taking out a piece of chewing gum, the Captain gave one to the figure, "Simple word. Flam!"

"… duck …"

"What is it?"

"Duck …"

"Respect."

"Duck!"

"I, I …" Sacca was about to reach for the treat when Onslaught kicked the cart doors open, grabbed the two and threw them into the next one, jumping onto it right after them:

"DUCK!"

"… how dare you gra…" The sparkling was about to give the Lieutenant a lecture, when the railroad car they were just riding in was blown away by a powerful blast, tearing it clean off the tracks. "I shall go duck now."

"Keep moving." For an astrosecond, the kittycon watched the whole hundreds of carts start to slow down but quickly tore himself away from it, shooting a few times at the hills, assuming that is where the attackers were firing from. "Go, go, go!"

"Ack!"

"Sorry, Sacca," Warpath grabbed them with one arm and bolted out of the section, with Onslaught right behind them, "You can lecture me later but right now we gotta …"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as the car the three just left was violently torn into pieces by another loud bang, making theirs dangerously wobble from side to side, as the searing debris set the haystacks in the cargo hold on fire.

"Whoever they are," trying to get to the head of the train, they didn't even stop to put the fire out, "They sure know how to bring up the heat! Bang!"

"Oh, Primus," Sacca whimpered, trying to cover their ears. "Oh, Primus …"

"Come on." Onslaught unhooked the burning cart and left it to its own devices. "We gotta …"

"Oh," the trio turned around to keep going, but stopped in their tracks as, one by one, some Insectipuma warriors walked in, armed to the teeth, "Hello …"

"Um," Warpath pointed at the missing cars disappearing in the horizon, "Yeah, that is not what it looks like …"

"Funny story," the other nodded, whole body tensing up; ready to spring into action, "Really."

"How about we all sit down," watching an especially big one, dressed in what seemed to be Colossus class heavy armor, make a few steps out of the ranks, the autodog slowly pushed Sacca behind one of the crates, "Have some tea, eat expired slag and laugh about it, hm? Flang!"

"Wha-what..." The sparkling confusedly looked at their two guardians. "What are you guys doing? That's the personal guard of my tribesmechs! They probably came here to help us …"

"… Sacca," the Captain quietly whispered, "Trust me, keep your head low …"

"Sacca," the giant frowned and walked to the middle of the section, "Is correct. I am Barrage. We are here to help."

"Uh-huh." Onslaught lifted his pede and tried wiping it over one of the smaller boxes. "Yeah, and the petro-cow poop makes me feel like a bucket of roses."

"Isn't it a basket of roses?" One of the other soldiers scratched his head.

"In my case," giving up, the kittycon grimly continued, "It is bucket."

"I for one think he smells great! Blam!"

"Thank you!"

"You are quite …"

"Enough," the mech swung his arm in the air as his voice boomed through the quickly tensing atmosphere, "We shall escort, ahem, Sacca, from this point."

"Yeah, you know what," the two soldiers looked at each other and said in unison, "No."

"Uh." Surprised at the unexpected answer, Barrage paused for a moment. "Excuse me?"

"No. Blam!"

"What he said! That includes the blam!"

"Warpath, Onslaught," the sparkling stood up and patted some of the dust off, "We can trust them."

"Nope, no," the Captain stepped forward, taking out his assault rifle, "Not gonna happen. Klang!"

"I have orders to take Sacca from this point on," the warrior protested, with a servo gesture calming down his subordinates, "And get her to safety."

"See!," the wrapped up shape started raising their tone. "We are …"

"Ok, seriously." Warpath stomped and put his servos on the hips, turning to Sacca. "You stay behind cover and you guys, how stupid do you think we are? Primus, talk about extremely poor planned out attempt to take Sacca away from us! Bam!"

"… uh …"

"How dare you," the autodog sniffled, "We just met her! Fwoom!"

"You people are sparkless," Onslaught whimpered, slamming his fist on the wall. "How can you do that?"

"This is too cruel! Flam!"

"Too cruel!"

"… sir," one of the guards leaned in, "Are you sure …"

"Positive," the insectipuma grunted. "Now, shall we …"

"Calm down, calm down." The kittycon patted his friend and started walking towards the colossus. "Listen, can you give us a minute? My comrade just wants to say some final goodbyes!"

"… uh …"

"Please," the soldier wiped off a tear, "Have a heart!"

"… what are you two doing?," Sacca lowly growled.

"Sweetie, trust me." Warpath pulled her behind the crates. "They are not here to help! Fwoom!"

"How can you tell?"

"… well, for one …"

"You are never to allow anybody else join your party, or get anyone else to get her to the summit," Soundblaster looked them both in the optics, "Or I swear I will get to your stuffed animal collection."

"… and for two …"

"… I know exactly where it is and -oh, Primus, will you stop trying to tie me up? You want me to show you how to really tie a person? What was that? No? That's what I thought!"

"… so …"

"Have you not noticed how our attackers have magically stopped firing at us when they entered into the cart? Boom!"

"… um …"

"If they were going to come with us, why didn't they meet us up on the train station? Wowie!"

"… oh …"

"On top of that, how did they get on the train? They must have had a fast moving vehicle; I am thinking a fragging Juggernaut tank they used to shoot at us! Where the frag did they even get one …"

"So what," starting to panic, the sparkling gulped, "So what do we do?"

"Escape! Duh! Blang!"

"But how?"

"Easy, by cutting through them! Fwoom!"

"But there are so many of them! We should surrender!"

"Sacca," he squeezed the sparkling's shoulder, "This is one of the things you gotta know about people like me and Onslaught."

"What?"

"We …" Taking out two grenades, the autodog ran out of cover as the kittycon snapped an automatic shotgun off his belt.

"… never …" The Lieutenant removed the safety and pointed at the insectipuma squad as the Captain pulled the pins and jumped on a crate.

"… surrender!" Warpath threw the explosives at the opposite side of the cart, landed on the ground and pushed a crate for his partner to hide behind in the next few asroseconds. Onslaught slid behind the new cover, raised the gun over the box and sprayed them with a few rounds before the shells exploded.

"EEP!" The sparkling shrieked as the whole section violently shook from the powerful eruption, detaching them from the rest of the train.

"Let's go, let's go," the two grabbed Sacca, leaping out of the train onto the snow and after rolling to a stop, they got up and dashed towards the forested area, "Let's go!"

"… ou-our-r cr-cre-eato-or, l-liv-livin-n-ng i-in ou-our s-sp-par-rks," the kid rocked back and forth in the corner of a cave, prayer interrupted by a never ending stream of sobs and whimpers, "Sh-sha-sharing y-yo-your-r wa-warm-mth a-and …"

"Frag it, frag it," the kittycon smacked a tree, making some of the snow fall down on him, "Frag it!"

"… m-ma-may y-yo-your mer-m-mercy gr-gra-ant m-me co-com-mfort." The sparkling couldn't stop shivering. "P-p-pr-prote-tect m-my h-hu-humble a-abo-bode a-an-and b-be-belov-ved fa-fa-am-mily …"

"Are we, at the very least," the mech growled one last time, "Anywhere near the border?"

"According to the map," Warpath popped up a hologram, with a personal GPS locating program, "We should actually be a few kilometers away from it. Bang!"

"… I-I," Sacca loudly sobbed, "I sh-shall get up! I-I am o-of th-the pr-proud tr-tribes!"

"Oh," the soldier stopped pouting and straightened up, "Great!"

"And there is an Elite Guard outpost just two kilometers away that probably already sent word to the main force about the explosions, which means the engineering and recon teams will be here within the cycle. Frahg!"

"… I-I th-thi-ink I w-wet m-my c-co-codpiece," the sparkling whimpered, "I a-am fr-free-free-eezin-zing!"

"Oh," the Lieutenant pouted, slouching, "Great!"

"Here is what I propose," the autodog sympathetically looked into the darkness of the cave, "I give Sacca my codpiece, get, ahem, them, changed …"

"… what?" Onslaught widened his optics.

"… what?" The kid sat up straight.

"… keep them company …"

"… are you insane?," the sparkling gasped.

"… are you insane?" The mech dropped his jaw.

"… until I get back from the outpost with some supplies and we will get back on the road. Fwoosh!"

Warpath would have laughed if things were different when the two, a seasoned veteran and a little sparkling both said in sync:

"Frag no!"

"Don't leave me with the stray! He smells!"

"Don't leave me with Princess Cheeky! She is cheeky!"

"He is a big meanie!"

"She is a little gl…"

"Enough, you two! Primus," the Captain first turned to the cavern and then to his friend, "I saw kids act more maturely than both of you! Sacca, you are in a life-and-death situation, I am sorry but you don't get to be picky when your survival is at stake! And you, dude, you have a sparkling of your own! You are a father! Consider this training! Bam!"

"… but …"

"It's called multitasking! Out of the three of us, who is the only one who can get supplies? I am! That leaves you guys in a situation where you have to work together and you will work together, because without respecting each other, there is no way any of us are going to get out of this alive! No, no," the Boerboel lowered his tone, noticing he was talking too loud, "Forget about us! This summit can determine which way this war goes and anything else, other than continuing peace from the tribes will result only in more suffering, pain and death. Now, I am asking you -not ordering you, asking you- to give one another respect the that you both deserve! Boom!"

"… ungh," Sacca and Onslaught grumbled, "Fine …"

"All right," going behind a tree, the mech proceeded with the first stage of the plan, "Now, relocate yourselves once I leave because if I get captured, not that they can ever catch me, I won't even know where you are. Gadonk!"

"What's the password this time?"

"Same as usual. Fapow! Wowie!"

"Got it," the serval walked over to the den entrance, "Contact us when you come back to the woods and we will get going."

"Right! Grapow!"

"Are you going to play the Top-Secret-Special-Forces-Assignment card?"

"Why not," zipping up, the Boerboel tossed his piece of clothing to the kittycon, "Always works and nobody asks any questions. Anyway, I am off! Bloom!"

"… why, exactly," an insectipuma in heavy armor slowly walked over to the damaged train tracks, picked up a frozen, remaining piece of one of their comrades and shoved it into his underling's faceplates, "Are they in pieces?"

"C-commander Venom," the soldier gulped, making a step away from the dead, half-frozen optic staring at him, "W-we …"

"Failed? My, yes," the mech tossed the goop off to the side and kicked another down the hill, "I can see that. Quite well, actually. You know what else I can see?"

"Wh-what c-can you see," he shivered, "Commander?"

"For one, I can see that those two idiots escorting, what did they call that brat again?"

"Sacca, sir."

"Sacca! Those two morons escorting her didn't just kill one or, well, fourteen, of our best warriors," the leader knelt down and inspected the debris, "They also managed to escape! Imagine that!"

"Sh-should we p-pursue th…"

"Pursue them? Hm," the mech chuckled and walked around the guard, the constant voice and tone alterations making the insectipuma soldier feel that it wasn't just the winter chilling him to the bones, "You know what, that absolutely most definitely never crossed my mind! What a marvelous, controversial idea! How long did it take you to come up with that crazy plan? Primus, you must be a genius of some sort to come up with something like this! Who would have thought that pursuing an escaped target would be such a great idea, hm? So what are you waiting for, hm?"

"I-I," the soldier gulped and slowly started backing off, "I will …"

"GET RIGHT TO IT YOU WROTHLESS FART OF FRAGGING UNICRON'S EXHAUST FUME," Venom took out his gun and fired a few shots, some missing and ricocheting off the Juggernaut tank armor, "OR I WILL STRAP YOU TO THE BARREL WITH YOUR SPIKE STICKING INTO THE GUN AND SHOOT THE MOTHERFRAGGER!"

"… so," Onslaught watched Warpath disappear behind a line of trees, still holding the codpiece in his servos, "How do you propose we do this?"

"Give me the codpiece," Sacca reached out their arm. "And don't you dare look!"

"Why would I," the serval grunted, glaring at the sparkling. "I don't plan on having my optics burned out."

"You are a twit," the kid grabbed the clothing article, "You know that? Now go look some other way!"

"Whatever," the kittycon grumbled. "Not that I would ever look anyway."

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"So," after a long awkward pause, Sacca finally started changing, "Um, Warpath kept trying to start a conversation with me."

"Yeah," the Lieutenant nodded, scanning their surroundings, "He does that."

"I found it to be a pleasant experience despite how weird and, um," the kid paused for a few astroseconds and giggled, "Eccentric it was!"

"Hey," Onslaught scratched his neck, "Twerp?"

"Yes, stray?"

"Where did you learn to talk like that?"

"Um, d-do you," the sparkling sadly sighed, "Do you promise not to tell anyone?"

"Twerp, I saved your life," the mech sighed too, looking off to the side. "And you are giving me a chance to make the world a better place; no way I would I willingly betray your trust."

"I-I see. Thank you," Sacca continued after a short silence, "I was raised in the Grand Imperial Palace of Iacon."

"Say what? Wait," completely forgetting that the kid was changing, Onslaught swung around to look at the youth but slipped and landed on his back right in front of his charge, "Whaaa…"

Unholy fragging Unicron dancing the Macarena on a pogo stick, serving Primus an expired sandwich!

Rich golden optics stared back at him, horror and fear quickly filling up the beautiful robs as the slim, beige and black naked body shivered in the chilling cold, the cutest ears …

"P-p-perv," the sparkling threw the wet codpiece at the kittycon, grabbed their oversized jacket and leaped at the other end of the little grotto, "Pervert!"

"… well," Warpath sighed, looking at the dunes of snow, the wind slowly shifting the humongous piles of sparkly frozen water. "At least these hills don't have optics nor is it crawling with vicious insectipuma warriors with a big-aft tank, courageously hunting a trio with the most devastating gun produced by the Elite Guard … I hope …"

"… I am so sorry," standing outside of the cave, Onslaught couldn't stop face-palming at himself or pleading for forgiveness, "I slipped!"

"I, um, apologize to," the youth gulped, "I, um …"

"Are you kidding me," the kittycon noticed he was nearly screaming and tuned down the volume, "For the love of Cybertron …"

"Let us just say that we are both at fault," the sparkling cautiously peeked from under the winter coat, "And we shall attempt our best to avoid, um, incidents like this, from ever happening again?"

"Oh, Primus, oh, Primus." The soldier kept pacing, trying not to lose his head, "Okay, okay!"

"In that case," the charge cautiously started putting their clothes back on, "I shall continue with my task and relocate after."

"Right, right." Half-sitting against the cavern entrance facing the woods, the serval grabbed a servo-full of snow and washed his faceplates again. "You do that."

"I have, a little bit," Sacca broke the awkward silence, timidly resuming the conversation, "Of a question, would you mind answering it?"

"Oh," the Lieutenant shrugged and checked his shotgun, "sure, go ahead."

"Have you, um, sired a sparkling?"

"Yes," surprised at the query, Onslaught paused for an astrosecond, "His name is Blast-off."

"What about your bondmate?"

"Oh, we are not bonded yet. I am hoping to once this war is over."

"So Blast-off was conceived out of bondlock? I dare assume he was not adopted."

"Oh, yeah. I don't care if the society frowns upon it. Ha, slag, we don't even live in a society. We live in a clusterfrag of scrap and the closest thing we have to a peaceful, sane individual is a senile old femme in berth, pumped with morphine, an assault rifle under her pillow."

"H-how," Sacca froze, "C-cou-could you leave her there then?"

"No offense but," the serval felt tears pooling at his optics, "I am not sure you are old enough to understand."

"Try me!" They got back to dressing up.

"B-before we ever got to even kissing," the kittycon loudly exhaled and flattened his ears as he explained, "I was wondering what kind of a father I would become; if I will make all the right decisions or just plain out fail."

"I, could, relate to that …"

"I was so anxious about my role as a dad that I asked some of our neighbors to let me sparkling-sit their kids, asked them for suggestions, learned how to read and crammed whatever books about parenthood I could possibly find."

"That is quite intense!"

"I knew that I was going to be a sire but, slagging Primus, do you know when I really felt like a father?"

"I would not dare fathom a guess."

"Blast-off was just delivered." The mech took out the burned picture of his little family and gently stroked the only whole figure on it. "He was in our arms, screaming out his lungs as the tiniest, cutest limbs wiggled in the air. I reached out to tickle him when he grabbed one of my digits with those tiny servos, cooed and sucked on it as the most adorable little optics happily looked at me, smiling, full of joy!"

"O-oh, my," Sacca sniffled, "Oh, my!"

"I swore," the Lieutenant didn't notice whimpers escaping his vocalizer, "That from that day forward, I will do anything to give those two a world where they can live peacefully; without wondering if there will be food and drinkable water, if they will even live to see the next dawn and hope that the dusk won't bring any more nightmares!"

"So you have joined the rebels for that cause?"

"No," the kittycon took a few deep intakes, "I joined way before. A patrol found me after I escaped the orphanage and ever since, I was part of this stupid resistance."

"P-pardon me," the youth gaped, "B-but I was under the impression that you were, um, what are the words I am looking for here …"

"… in for the cause? Equality and all that stuff? Ha!" Onslaught smacked the ground with his fist and put the photo away. "That was probably how the whole thing started but all of it was unceremoniously flushed down the toilet without anyone noticing, while those dumbaft politicians feeding their pro-war verbal diarrhea instead! Do you know why I joined the rebel army? So that I could climb the slagging chain of command and start pushing for peace or, heh, find a group who wanted this slag to end or, at the very least, be able to protect my family!"

"I-I," Sacca went silent for a few moments, "I see. Perhaps you were right …"

"No, no I'm not," breaking out into tears, the serval hugged his knees and dug his face between them, "What kind of a fragging dad and mechfriend am I to leave the two most important people in my entire life behind like that? Frag, I am a fragging failure!"

"Onslaught! D-do not say that! Do not think this way!" The fully clothed sparkling rushed out of the cave and gently lifted up his head, wrapping her arms around the thick neck. "You are a wonderful dad! You are doing your best! I met a lot of supposedly brave people who never had to lift a digit for anything they have but none of them will compare to you!"

"Y-you are amazing," Sacca tightened her hold, "You never gave up! I-I …"

Slowly leaning forwards, the youth quickly slid off the scarf and gave Onslaught a peck on the lip components.

"… uh," jaw dropping, the serval's processor went completely blank, "Ah …"

"Hee hee," the kid blushed and snuggled with the Lieutenant. "You know, in my culture, if you see someone nude and kiss them, it means they will get bonded one day!"

"…uh," the kittycon felt like his optics were going to pop out, "Wha…"

"You better tell your femmefriend that she has some competition! Now," unable hold back her playfully mischievous giggling, exploding in even more laughter as the sparkling saw the stunned look on his faceplates, the charge closed up the mouth with her servo and pulled the mech on the arm, "Come on! I believe we are relocating, no?"

"… whoever invented this scrap," Warpath gave up on cussing the holomap into working properly, giving the wrist device one last nasty smack on the main frame, "Should get a medal in fail! Boom!"

Even with all of this snow and the dumbaft piece of glitching tech managing to give him only the general direction, he should have been about half-way to the outpost by now. That wasn't even the bigger problem here though! There was a Juggernaut class tank just happily driving around, and surely the crew figured out that the Elite Guard will be swarming the whole place in less than two klicks, which came as a relief since it gave them more time to get the frag out of this area.

"… let's face it," the autodog braved through another snow hill, "It will be a tiny bit hard to explain why two grown mechs are walking around with a sparkling …"

If only they could get rid of the death machine prowling the sector, no doubt searching for them, accompanied by Primus-knows how many insectipuma warriors, then this whole mission would be so much easier.

"… this better be worth it." The Boerboel trembled a little as snow found its way inside his suit. "Or I will wag my index digit at Yoketron! Yeah, that will show him! Bang!"

A whole number of questions piled up to which the Captain could only guess the answers to. Why would Sacca's fellow tribesmechs offline the kid, how did they even find out about this mission and what the slag would the sparkling's presence yield to the summit discussions? However, so far the biggest inquiry he couldn't help shake was:

"Who the frag is …"

"… Sacca," Onslaught's voice suddenly came on the radio frequency, "Shave my aft and call me glitch!"

"… you have got to beaaow! Oh," suddenly hitting something with a loud clank, Warpath closely inspected the tall object and realized that irony has a sense of humor – the prey found the hunter, "Frag …"

"… so tell me about Warpath." Sacca hopped from one log onto another, sticking their arms out for balance. "He seems very sad to me,. Does he also have a tortured spark?"

"Um, well," trying to shake off the shock for the millionth time, the kittycon started scanning for shelter, "Yeah, very. The war killed his entire family."

"E-even," the sparkling turned to the caretaker, "Even his parents?"

"Yeah," the mech sighed, looking off to the side, "Even his parents."

"Oh, oh," the youth gulped and grabbed his servo, continuing their search, "Wh-what has happened?"

"Th-this is not exactly a story any kid should hear." The serval pushed a branch out of his faceplates. "Let's just say that he really knows pain."

"I-I," the charge flattened their ears, "I see. Y-you are concerned for him, I take?"

"Well, yeah! Don't tell him I told you that but the fragger is probably my best friend."

"Best friend? But, um," Sacca tried processing it, "But how did the two of you meet?"

"Battlefield," the kittycon chuckled, "We were at each other's throats for a good cycle until both of us got fed up with that scrap, went over to a near-by village, helped deliver a sparkling and we kinda started hanging out since then …"

"Y-y-you," the youngling dropped their jaw, "You aided a birthing?"

"A little," Onslaught scratched his neck, "mostly it was just us panicking, really. Then the villagers came over and now we have a nice little vacation spot in a deep afthole of the world, so nobody will ever think of looking for us there! It is lovely and hot as slag in the spring, and wonderful and fragging cold in winter."

"Indeed, nice?"

"Yuh-huh. Anyway," the Lieutenant nudged Sacca, smiling down at them, "What's your story?"

"Hm," taking a few astroseconds to think about it, the sparkling took a few nervous intakes, "Well, as I have mentioned before I was raised in the Grand Imperial Palace of Iacon, where they started giving me the full Princess Education, as I call it."

"Oh, Primus, that must have been tedious!"

"Tedious is truly not the word! It was so monotonous, irksome and, forgive my language, plain out stupid!"

"How did that work, exactly?"

"I was provided with access to tremendous amount of knowledge, and professors and teachers at the top of their respective fields were assigned to start teaching me their 'humble' crafts since I was three years old."

"Holy scrap! How old are you now?"

"Hee hee," gently pushing him, the sparkling swung her arms back and forth, "It is not polite to ask a lady's age!"

"Are twerpy bratty little princesses considered to be ladies?" Onslaught grinned.

"Hey!" The youth lightly smacked him on the pede. "That's Princess Sacca for you!"

"Well excuse me," the soldier jokingly mocked her, "Princess Twerpina!"

"Stop it," stretching out the vowels, the kid giggled, "King Stray!"

"Your Bratiness, such language indeed does not suit a tiny unicronian spawn like you!"

"I will have you know, Knight Stinky Flea Monger," she quickly climbed a little hill and towered above the Lieutenant, "That I can have you punished in a truly horrific, energon-freezing ways, that you shall be begging me for mercy!"

"Oh, yeah? What are you going to do? Wet your codpiece?"

"No, I shall cry like a little femme and make you fall in love with moi forever and ever and I shall never even look your way," waving him off with a suave dancing move, Sacca got a little dramatic, "Oh, the pain in your spark will be legendary as you sigh, while I deny you! How romantic!"

"Whoa, there," the serval grabbed the charge by their servo, barely able to contain a laugh, "You will grow up to be quite a spark breaker, Princess!"

"But of course," getting out to a clearing, the kid twirled to the center, happily clapping, "I am excellent in everything I doooOOAAAAAH!"

Suddenly the ground collapsed under the royalty, making her fall down into the darkness.

"… wha … frag! Sacca!" The kittycon jumped to the edge, failing to notice that the soil under him started to give too. "SaccaaaAAAAAAAAH!"

It was about a dozen meters fall but they landed into something relatively soft.

"Onslaught," the sparkling shrieked, jumping on him, "Onslaught!"

"I am here," the mech tightly hugged with one arm, slipping off his shotgun with the other and got up, scanning the room, "I am here! Where are we?"

"Oh, hi …"

A few dozen pairs of glowing, yellow optics belonging to dark shapes looked at them from the shadows as, one by one, insectipuma warriors walked into the light, holding out their weapons menacingly.

"Um," the Lieutenant gulped, "I am Santa Claus? Sorry about the roof, you guys didn't have a chimney …"

"Silence," one of them cried out. "Take them into custody this instant!"

"Sacca," the soldier pretended to stretch his neck but in reality activating the radio, "shave my aft and call me glitch!"

Warpath and Onslaught had their own little secret language. They may not have thought of every possible scenario but the more basic ones the two covered, such as if one of them were to get captured.

"To be fair," the autodog tinkled a little bit, "This could be so much worse! Chazang!"

"Commander," he heard someone inside the tank shout, "I think there is someone outside!"

"Then get out and see who it is, before I sew your valve shut!"

"Oh, guys, tsk, tsk, tsk." The Captain quickly climbed the massive vehicle and waited at one of the tower hatches. "Who is the prey now? This is easier than getting caught by Yoketron when I try to steal his tea bags! Kapow!"

"Why does it always have to be me?" The trapdoor slowly opened as an insectipuma warrior peeked out, a gun shoved straight into his faceplates. "Oh, fudge, poop …"

"I am sorry," pulling the trigger, the officer took out two flashbang grenades, triggered the timers and threw them inside the tank, "Nothing personal. Fwam!"

"Now," making sure that his gasmask was on, the mech jumped inside, "Let's go shave Onslaught's aft!"

"Welp," the kittycon tried bending the steel bars again but merely failed, "Gha, that didn't work! What should I try next, I wonder?"

"Try shutting the frag up," the guards glared at him, "Before we stick you like a petro-pig!"

"Oh," the Lieutenant mocked him wiggling his servos in the air, "Such big words for such well-endowed dudes!"

"Uh," the two soldiers looked at each other, "Thank you?"

"You are welcome," energetically nodding, he turned around and walked over to Sacca. "Hey, how are you holding up?"

"W-we," doing their best not to cry, the sparkling couldn't stop some whimpers from escaping, "We are going to die, aren't we?"

"Well, me, those guys are going to brutally offline after a spa-like torture treatment, maybe even sing something! You," the serval smirked at the insectipumas losing their patience, " They'll mercilessly not offline you, after a torture-like spa treatment in the best facilities, before shoving you into clean, palatial jails such as this one! Maybe give you a mudbath or two!"

"How can you possibly," sobbing and sniffling, the charge's breath became erratic, "Be so harmonious and taunt fate at a time like this?"

"Another thing you should know about people like Warpath and me," after doing a quick stretch, the officer sat next to the youth and placed them between his pedes, warmly wrapping his arms around the figure, "We never leave our own behind."

"W-war-rpath w-will come," Sacca snuggled with him, "R-right?"

"Of course he will!"

"W-when?"

"Oh, believe me," gently petting the kid, Onslaught smiled, "you will know!"

"How?"

"Three, two, one," the officer snapped his digits, "Boom!"

"Um, ok, let's try that again! Three, two," seeing as nothing happened, the kittycon squinted, "One, boom! Huh, nothing again! Well, I am sure I will get it right if I keep trying!"

"… hmpppffmmm!" Venom desperately squirmed, trying to get out of the knots.

"So, Ransack," the Boerboel scratched his back, turning to a mech standing next to him, "Why did you help me, again? Not that I am looking a gift insectipuma in the mouth but I do wonder. Fwoosh!"

"For one," the warrior tightened the ropes around their prisoner's limbs and secured the gag, "I am sick and tired of the corruption in my tribe."

"Uh-huh." The soldier nodded, closely watching his new partner pull the bodies into one pile. "I am not a genius or anything but I am assuming there are more reasons? Blam!"

"For two," lightly chuckling, the adult double checked the status of his gasmask, "You need my help to complete your mission of escorting a certain someone to the tribes summit. I do not want war and if there is a chance that that certain special someone can prevent more death, then I will do all I can to ensure the mission is a success."

"Please," following the soldier over to the controls, Warpath holstered his gun and started working on the turrets, "Do tell me that there is more! I was so enticed by how we saved each other's lives back there and that teamwork was just exquisite! Hypnotizing, even! I especially liked the part where you tied up your commander after killing your subordinates in cold energon …"

"Let's get something straight," the insectipuma grabbed the autodog by the shoulder and slammed him against the wall, getting straight into his faceplates, "They are not my comrades, never were. I hate every single one of those spikewads and if I could kill them again, I most certainly would make the whole experience truly agonizing for them!"

"You know," the Captain squinted, smirking at him, "Who you remind me of? Fwoop!"

"Who?"

"My friend Onslaught. There is a little something you should know about him. He is a father."

"Why would I need to know that?"

"I am getting there. There was once a guy who threatened to murder his femmefriend and sparkling. That was really scary. That was so scary, in fact, that I started wondering what a pissed-off father in action would look like. Drapong!"

"Where are you …"

"And now," slowly pushing him off, Warpath gently smiled, "After seeing you, I have an idea how far a dad would go for his offspring. Bam!"

"Wh-what," Ransack widened his optics and gasped, "H-how did you …"

"You two have the exact same I-will-fragging-beat-you-to-death-with-a-toaster look in your optics."

"Th-that is, um," shying away a little, the insectipuma nervously nodded "That is very observant."

"How old? Klang!"

"Five." He sat down on one of the chairs and rubbed his sinuses. "Recently turned."

"Congratulations. Your kid got a name?"

"Well," the sire sighed, "It is very complicated …"

"Try me, I can speak three languages. Dwadong!"

"Heh, eh, no, not in that way complicated."

"Oh," the mech occupied the other seat, "What do you mean? Woosh!"

"I, um," Warpath swore he saw a tear run down his cheekplate, "I will explain later. We gotta go save your friend and um, that other, person."

"The turret is ready," turning to the controls again, the autodog gave Ransack one last glance, "Do you know where to go?"

"Oh, yeah," the warrior's voice quickly filled with rage, "I know exactly where she is …"

"Three, two, one, boom! Nada. Three, two, one, boom! Oh, wait, wait! Aw, that's just the wind. Three, two, one, boom! Scrap! Still nothing!"

"Are you," the sparkling trembled, "At last, going insane?"

"No, no," the Lieutenant inspected his servo, "Hm, weird, it usually works."

"Will you just," the wardens yelled, "Please, shut up?"

"Maybe," sighing, the serval hummed, "These are the performance issues I was told about?"

"I will give you some performance issues." One of them quickly unlocked the door and crackled his knuckles. "Some real good glitches!"

"Uh-huh," getting up and shoving Sacca into a corner, the kittycon yawned, "You are gonna share some of yours? I am not so sure I am comfortable with that!"

"That's it," the other mech stormed inside, taking out his weapon, "I'll practice some word carving on you!"

"Guys, guys, please," the vanguard smirked and just the way the shadows fell onto his faceplates, with the calm, playfully menacing tone chirping from his vocalizer, made the two realize exactly what as about to happen, "There is plenty to go around!"

"… I should have listened to my mom," one of them sobbed, "And trained to be a musician …"

"They have, how many bases in Elite Guard territory? Blam!"

Ransack wasn't just driving; he gave Warpath a datapad with almost a complete set of intel, regarding the insectipuma tribes' activities and the autodog was just barely scratching the surface of it all.

"I trust you will give it to the right servos?"

"Oh, yeah," the officer energetically nodded, "I know two dudes who would know exactly how to use this info!"

"Marvelous." The mech frowned. "We will arrive in just a klick …"

"… three, two, one, boom! Nope, still not working …"

"WILL YOU STOP DOING THAT!," Sacca broke into tears and fell on her knees as yet again they were surrounded by a horde of angry warriors, "I-I-I wa-want m-my mo-mommy!"

"Servos where I can see them." One of the soldiers walked up closer to them. "Now!"

"Hold on, hold on! I think I got it! Three …"

"Stop or I will shoot!"

"… two …"

"Freeze!"

"… one …"

"This is your last warning!"

BOOM!

The gates were blown off their hinges; a rain of deadly splinters showering down upon the masses of insectipumas, as a giant tank came crashing through the entrance, like a monster out of a nightmare, turrets mercilessly mowing down their ranks.

"Ghak," the Lieutenant grabbed Sacca, trying to ignore a piece of wood digging into his shoulder and bolted to the massive vehicle, "Come on, afthole! Open up!"

"Well excuse me!" Warpath jumped out of the hatch and helped the two up. "Princess Onslaught! Boom!"

"What the frag took you so long?," the officer closed the hatch, letting go of the sparkling and running up to the controls, "Were you taking a coffee break or something?"

"Punch it! Boom!"

"Next stop," the insectipuma companion entered the commands and let Warpath drive, freeing the seat for the Lieutenant, "The tribes summit."

"Uh, Warpath?"

"He is legit. Bam!"

"Cool," crashing into the spot, the kittycon suddenly remembered, "SCRAP! MY GEAR!"

"… so," Onslaught finally calmed down once he secured the picture of his son and femmefriend in a breast pocket, "What's the deal with him?"

"… well …"

"P-princess," the soldier knelt before Sacca, nervously shivering, "A-are you a-all-all r-ri-right? You are not b-bl-bleeding from a-anywhere?"

"N-no," the sparkling answered, closely inspecting his faceplates. "I-I am quite fine."

"Oh, good, good!"

"Tell me," Sacca grabbed his servo, making the warrior noticeably sweat, "What is your name, brave soldier?"

"M-m-my na-name?"

"Indeed, your name! I wish to know it," the youth kept pressing, picking up a strangely familiar scent, "So that I can honor your contribution to …"

"N-no, no, no," he gulped and waved his arms in the air, nearly losing his balance. "Th-that i-is quite a-all right, I-I-I was j-ju-just performing m-my duties t-to y-you!"

"… right," slowly nodding, the youngling tilted her head, looking at the insectipuma with a penetrating gaze, trying to place all these weirdly acquainted things in her memory, "I shall respect your wish then."

"Th-thank you," Ransack sadly smiled, "Your Majesty."

"Well," Sacca unzipped her heavy jacket, took the hood down and loosened the scarf, "The worst is over and there is no longer a need for me to be fully covered! It is surprisingly hot in here!"

Her faceplates, tired and yet still retaining the grace only royalty is given to have, showed in the dim light of the tank, the rays making the black and beige lush fur playfully shine.

"What," the princess widened her optics at Ransack's shocked expression, "Is there something on …"

"I-I," starting to cry, the insectipuma squeezed his knee as hard as he could, "I am not worthy!"

"Too look at me?" The kid furrowed her optic ridges. "Are you sure?"

"I-I am just happy th-that you are safe," the mech nodded, got up and bowed, "Your Majesty. If there is anything you need, your wish is my command."

"… yeah," Onslaught scratched the back of his head, pointing at the tank behind him, "Any idea where we can park this thing?"

"You are not of the tribes," the guards blocked their path, refusing to let the travelers pass, "You have no business here. Leave."

"We are transporting someone to the summit!"

"Leave."

"You guys wanna play it rough? Fine," the kittycon got on top of the vehicle and whistled into the hatch, "Let's play rough!"

"… the Kwarlei Tribe demands that we go to war!"

The summit had already begun and debates were exactly where they always were – nowhere – with everyone losing the original point of these discussions.

"Trapusht Tribe wishes to join the Rebel Forces in their fight against The Elite Guard!"

"Werknos Tribe will leave the summit! The message of our ancestors was always peace over the senseless shed of energon!"

"… the Ionu Tribe …"

"… The Boreak Tribe …"

"… The Queara Tribe …"

"… The Tribes must unite and destroy The Elite Guard and The Rebel Forces …"

"ROCK AND ROLL, BABY!"

The gates were completely obliterated and crushed under the giant's massive tracks as its main gun poked at the center booth with the current speaker frozen in fear.

"Councilmechs and Chiefs of The Tribes," a small voice announced over the silent crowd. Sacca calmly walked on the main gun, escorted by Ransack and the other two, before she jumped onto the little platform, dismissing the mech who had currently been speaking. "You will have to forgive my delayed arrival due to the multiple assassination attempts directed at me. These three courageous soldiers, one of The Tribes, one of The Elite Guard and one of The Rebel Forces, worked together to bring your Princess to you!"

The whole giant hall exploded in screaming matches between one another, until the sparkling put an end to it with a mere wave of her servo:

"This summit is in recess until further notice," the kid at this point sighed "And we all shall reach a decision that will satisfy everyone as we work together to a better future! Let us not forget the steps The Tribes made to unify under one banner! I am not commanding you for you are not mindless puppets; I am not ordering you for you are not lifeless machines; I am not telling you for you are not spoiled sparkligs!"

"Let us," Sacca paused for an astrosecond and looked at Ransack, "Honor the sacrifices some of us had to make."

"Wow, wow," the Captain and the Lieutenant both leaned in, tones lowered to a whisper, "What's going on here?"

"Oh, well," the femme gulped, nervously shifting in place, "I guess this is just as good as time as any to tell you the truth. I don't have a name. Sacca was supposed to be my name if I wasn't of royal blood …"

"So you don't have a name?"

"No, not yet," the little girl sadly smiled, "I haven't passed some of our rites yet …"

"This is just wrong! Blam!"

"Well, tradition is tradition, I guess …"

"… but for the two of you," she slowly walked over to the two and hugged them, "I will always be Sacca …"

"Princess," a group of warriors called out at the foot of the podium, "It is time for the preparations."

"What was that all about?" Onslaught tipped his chin at the sparkling as the guards escorted the youth to her quarters.

"Keshnin," an autowolf femme walked up to the three officers, "It is great to see you again, Keshnin Ransack."

"Keshnin Sludge," the insectipuma bowed, "Likewise."

"The Princess grew up to be quite the individual!"

"Indeed she has." The two looked at the other side of the humongous hall, with some of the construction crew already hurrying to perform the repairs, as the sparkling disappeared around the corner. "I am proud of her."

"Likewise," the mech sighed and looked at the autowolf councilor with a loving gaze, "Likewise …"

"… what's a Keshnin?," the kittycon scratched his head, "Sounds like a title."

After their mission was done, the two stuck around for a few more cycles just to give Sacca a proper goodbye and exchange comm numbers. Ransack walked them to the tank and proposed his help whenever it would be required.

"Hm, well," Warpath took out a datapad and typed in the word as Onslaught started them home, "I got a dictionary here and HOLY FRAGGING FRAGITY FRAG! BAM!"

"What? What?"

"Keshnin," the autodog slowly read, "Is a title given to Chieftain or Head Shaman of the previous generation, once they sire a child and or step down as leaders."

"… holy fragging fragity frag …"

"Uh," Soundblaster finally regained his senses after staring at the rich bounty that was a fragging Juggernaut tank, "How … wha … how … huh … wha …"

"So," the two chuckled, "Can we join your little club now?"

"… uh … wha … wh… uh … how … wha …"

"… I think that means a yes …"

Author's Notes:

These two will make even Yoketron go WTF, given enough time.

I hope you liked this one~! I really enjoyed writing some of the parts, especially putting in the Jaggernaught tank! Basically, imagine a tank. Now imagine it the size of one of those 2-3 story tall buildings and even bigger in length! Dialogues and just the sheer randomness are probably my favorite parts to do.

I am also introducing some OC's, as you noticed. Some will play a big role, some will just be just extras to make the story and setting feel more ambient. If you want me to include your OC's in this project let me know and we will discuss it!

I am going to try and post the next chapter now!

Don't hesitate to ask me any questions!

Be kind and leave a review~!

Thanks to C.M.D. for editing, reviewing, WTFing and laughing!