From her perch on the stool of her house, a young girl stared out of the window with innocent glee, eyes wide as she stared out up at the night sky.

Ever since she was able to stand on her own two feet, the youngin' has always come to this one spot in her house every night in order to peek out of the window to stare at the stars. A majority of the time, she simply stared up at the sky without really noticing anything new, at least until now.

"Ooooh…" muttered the child as she saw a star begin to move above them. She did not know what it was, but she did know that it was beautiful, and her sister, mother and father would be so jealous that they missed it.

"Ruby?" came a gentle voice from behind her, making the child, Ruby, turn around and spot her mother waiting for her. "It's time for beeeeed~"

"Coming mummy!" exclaimed the child as she approached her mother, smiling. Though when she had left, she missed the spectacular scene of the 'shooting star' smashing into the base of a mountain which was located on the mainland of Vale.

Crash site, Vale

As the smoke cleared and the dust settled, the Escape pod which crashed on the side of the mountain located in the mainland of Vale began to open.

Its crash destination had been pre-determined by its occupant. He had made it crash in what he assumed to be a decolate location with no sentient beings he could harm or, Primus forbid, kill on impact.

Once the hatch to his pod was opened, or more specifically, after the occupant kicked it open, he gripped the side of the pod, using it as a brace to help him stand up. Despite being among the few Autobots who were very used to atmospheric reentry, he wasn't exactly ashamed to admit that it still shook him up.

"Ah… slag," muttered the Autobot as he rubbed the top of his head, muttering random bits of Cybertronian language as he regained his senses. After he got his bearings back together, the Autobot carefully stepped out of his escape pod.

Under the dim moonlight, the appearance of this Autobot soldier wasn't exactly easy to make out, though the most obvious feature was his silver chassis, which, despite the lack of light, was rather visible thanks to its reflective nature. Twin wing-like objects were attached to his upper arms, and he had a single 'lense' in place of his eyes. With no mouth or actual facial features on him, the Autobot resembled a cyclops more than anything.

As soon as his feet had touched the ground beneath him, the Autobot immediately examined his surroundings. It was rather obvious to him that he had crashed in a densely forested area, with trees practically everywhere in front of him, putting him on edge as he knew that forested areas tended to house some unfriendly beings. Turning around, the Autobot noted that his escape pod had apparently crashed into the side of a gargantuan structure comprised almost entirely of dirt, or at least that was what his scanners told him.

'At least nothing was harmed on reentry,' was the only thought which the Autobot had as he stared up into the sky. Sure enough, the star patterns aligned with those of the Andromana System, assuring the Autobot that he had patched in the correct coordinates into the escape pods. Though, if he were honest, he didn't remember the moon of this world to be shattered.

A soft beep voice alongside a small light on the Autobot's gauntlet broke his train of thought, prompting him to look down at his forearm and notice that he was receiving an incoming transmission from his fellow Autobots who had landed on the planet. Quickly tapping on a button on his forearm which gave access to his comm-links, the Autobot found himself relieved when the faces of his comrades popped up on the holographic display of his communication beacon.

"Camshaft, you're still in one piece!" exclaimed one of his fellow Autobots, a blue bot with twin antenna on either side of his head and a crest on his forehead. His mouth was curled up into a smile and the 'wings' on his back were in a position which suggested that he was glad to see his comrade in one piece.

"That I am, Jolt," responded Camshaft, nodding as he turned to the other Autobot whom was also contacted. "Nice to see that you're safe as well, Breakaway."

"Ah it's nothin. I'm an Aerialbot. Landings are my specialty, even if it's a crash land," replied Breakaway, an Autobot with a rather small head and a 'breathing mask' sort of mouthplate, modestly as Jolt chuckled. Camshaft would have smiled if he had a mouth as he listened in on the conversation Breakaway and Jolt were having as he began walking away from his escape pod crash site. While he did still feel rather sore, Camshaft knew that if he stuck around, he would eventually be discovered by the native species of this planet. And that wouldn't exactly be nice if they were hostile towards him.

"Jolt and I got out of our pods approximately seven kliks ago. We established contact with each other quite easily," explained Breakaway as Camshaft stopped walking, stopping in front of a small river. He knelt down and touched the substance with two of his three fingers, using his internal scanners to learn more about it. Eventually, he pulled his fingers out of the pond and huffed.

"I see… what of Warpath?" asked Camshaft as he added 'nonlethal liquid' into his database.

"We haven't heard from him," replied Jolt, sounding worried as he spoke. "He's either still in his escape pod… or…"

"Don't say these sorts of things, Jolt," scolded Breakaway. "Warpath is a tough customer. Whatever trouble he's in, I'm confident that he'll get out of it just as easily."

"I agree with Breakaway," said Camshaft as he ran his fingers through the leaves of a tree. Curious, he plucked a leaf off a branch and examined it. The leaf had substances which were foreign to him, and he added them to his database as well. "But for now, we must regroup."

"I hear ya," said Jolt. "According to my scanners, I landed somewhere at the Eastern side of the planet. Breakaway's stranded over at the West. what about you, Camshaft?"

Dropping the leaf in his servos, Camshaft did a quick check of his memory banks. It took a while, but he eventually got his answer. "I directed my pod to crash in a supposedly unpopulated region of the planet. If my memory banks are correct, I am in a region that is in between the both of you."

"The center of the planet, huh?" said Breakaway, chuckling. "Convenient."

"Perhaps, but-" said Camshaft, before he heard the sound of some sort of aerial vehicle coming in overhead. Turning his attention upwards, Camshaft's single optic widened when he saw a massive aerial ship nearly a kilometre away from where he currently stood. It was close enough that Camshaft crouched down on instinct, though he still saw the basic structure of the vehicle.

It's main body was sleek, with twin, slender wings on either side. Its tail fin was also impressively slender, and the unit had two 'fins' adorning it's back. It seemed to be a Dropship of sorts, though Camshaft couldn't be sure.

"Decepticons?" piped up Jolt when he and Breakaway heard the sound of the Dropship. Camshaft shared his concerns, though a quick scan of the ship calmed him.

"Negative, Jolt," replied Camshaft relaxing his shoulders a bit as he scanned the interior of the aerial vessel. "It's a just an aerial vehicle, too simple in appearance to be a Cybertronian, though it does have occupants…"

"Occupants?" questioned Jolt.

"Humanoid in shape. They can't be much more than two metres in height," replied Camshaft. "They also seem to be some form of Carbon Based lifeform, organic beings. I can't be certain if my scanners are working properly at the moment so don't take my word for it."

"Word," said Jolt through his comm-links.

"I suggest you move away from them, Camshaft," added Breakaway, performing some sort of unnecessary hand gesture as he spoke.

"I know, Breakaway," replied Camshaft, noticing a light close to the spot where his pod had crashed. "Organics tend to be hostile to our kind, at least in my experience."

"I hear ya," said Jolt, staring behind himself as he spoke. "Heh, looks like a group of organics caught wind of my landing. I'll be in touch."

And with that, Jolt's communication link terminated itself, prompting a sigh to erupt from Breakaway.

"I hope the kid's alright. I'll be in touch too," informed Breakaway. "The area I've gotten myself stuck in seems to be similar to the Sea of Rust."

"An endless sea of rust on a planet such as this?" asked Camshaft, surprised.

"Not rust, per say. More like a type of grain," corrected Breakaway. "Practically invisible to the naked optic. It's sticking to my internal mechanisms… hopefully I'll be able to clean it out."

"I hope so as well," said Camshaft before Breakaway terminated his communication feed, leaving Camshaft alone as he got ready to move on, at least until a low growl was picked up on his audio receptors.

The roar sounded primal, to say the least, and it sounded close, prompting Camshaft to go on the defensive, whirling around and transforming his right arm into his signature assault rifle and aiming it at whatever growled, only to lower it when he saw what it was.

Standing just barely below Camshaft's knee, the one who growled had a body which was predominantly black, and it's posture was that of a quadruped, standing on all fours and snarling at the Autobot with a mouthful of serrated teeth. It's general shape gave Camshaft the impression that it was a predator of sorts, and it apparently thought he was a good meal.

Without much warning, the predator lunged at the Autobot, who reacted swiftly, catching the black creature by the scruff of its neck. Despite it being clearly hostile towards him, the Autobot wasn't willing to kill it so simply. Instead he examined it closer with his scanners.

Rather shockingly to Camshaft, this creature did not possess any of the usual internal organs of an organic species. There was nothing he could see with his scanners outside of bone and muscle. There was no heart, no stomach, not even a set of lungs, something which stumped the Autobot as he saved all this information into his database.

As he did, however, the Autobot heard another growl, this time a lot more aggressive. Turning on a dime, the Autobot saw a slightly larger creature, similar to the one he had in his grip, but at least a head taller. He had turned just in time to spot the creature attempt to pounce on him, and acting on instinct, Camshaft tossed the wolf he had in his grip at it, perhaps a little too forcefully as, on impact, the both wolves slammed into a tree and snapped it in half, creating quite a large ruckus.

"Scrap…" muttered Camshaft, mentally scolding himself as he realized that he may or may not have killed a pair of residents of this planet, though he snapped out of it when he heard a pair of voices not too far away.

"Hey, didja hear that?" came a voice, distinctively male, approximately a kilometre away.

"Think it's the thing which made this crater?" responded a new voice, another male.

"Likely, let's check it out," came the first female voice, and Camshaft took that as his cue to get the scrap out of there. Turning away from where he had heard those voices, Camshaft sprinted through the trees. He did intend on transforming, though the trees would definitely make it hard to maneuver around.

'Well, this is a rather horrible start for my second trip to this planet…'

Crash site, Vacuo

Holding an arm in front of his face, Breakaway slowly made his way through the sandy terrain of the region he had crashed in.

After he had cut off communications with Camshaft and Jolt, Breakaway began to press on through the desert. Unlike the areas which Jolt and Camshaft were currently at, both of which seeming to be at night, the desert region Breakaway was located in was experiencing some form of intense sunburn. It was so bad that the Aerialbot's joints stopped working on a handful of occasions and requires him to pluck the sand out of them.

'Of all the Primus forsaken areas I could have landed in, I just had to land in a location that's similar to the Sea of Rust…' thought Breakaway bitterly as he trudged on, his feet sinking deeper and deeper into the soft sand as he walked. The Autobot knew that he could just transform and fly, but he also knew that a Cybertronian jet, a jet which the inhabitants of this planet didn't recognise (even if they were advanced enough to create aerial vehicles like the one Camshaft mentioned), would stand out like a sore thumb, so he opted to just keep walking on foot.

This was among the few times where Breakaway found his chassis colour to work in his favor, unlike back on Cybertron. With his slightly tan coloured chassis, he blended in with the sand of the area he was in rather well, though the grey bits did stand out a bit.

'I wonder what the inhabitants of this planet are gonna be like,' thought Breakaway as he peeked over a small mound of sand, only to freeze when he saw what was on the other side.

Small and fragile in appearance, standing at barely half a metre in height, the organic being stared at him from the opposite side of the mound of sand with wide eyes. In his hands was a small object, circular in shape and looking like a toy of sorts. And in front of him was another child with a deep tan and white irises. The seemed confused that his possible friend had not tossed the 'ball' towards him, and he panicked when his friend screamed.

"G-Grimm?!" exclaimed the tanned child as his friend screamed, though Breakaway didn't catch that as he himself yelped and leapt back, landing on his back and groaning. Quickly recovering, Breakaway used his built in sensors and saw that the boy was running off with his friend, off to a larger group of organics who were not too far off.

'Scrap!' exclaimed Breakaway mentally as he got back onto his feet. Looking around, he knew that there was little to no way for him to run off without being seen, so he did the only thing he could.

"I see nothing, Sun."

"But father, I swear, I saw it!"

"I… I think I heard it as well, Mr Wukong."

"See, Fox vouches for me! That, and are you willing to take your chances with things like this?! Vacuo is a dangerous place!"

"I'm not, so just tell me… what did it look like?"

"W-Well… it was huge… looked like a robot or something!"

"Robot, aurg… Atlas must be testing out some new tech. Who even gave them permission to step here?!"

"Calm down, San. We should just file a complaint to the Vacuo government…"

"I… I suppose you're right. Come, let's get inside before nightfall. Sun's already setting."

And with that, the sound of footsteps, muffled by the sand but still audible to Breakaway's sensors, could be heard as the organics left the area where the Aerialbot originally was. Using his built in sensors, the Aerialbot watched as they walked back to their stronghold.

About ten minutes after they were gone, Breakaway heaved a sigh of relief before he forced his arm out of the sand. Grabbing onto the soft surface, the Aerialbot pulled himself out of the ground, vents coughing as sand was forcefully pushed out of his systems.

'I should never do that again…' thought Breakaway as he dug himself out and rested on one knee, rubbing his forehead as he stared at the small pit which he had accidentally created after he pulled himself out of the sand. Never in his life did the Aerialbot think that he would need to bury himself alive, though there was always room to try new stuff, he supposed.

Grimacing under his faceplate as he stood himself up, Breakaway turned his attention up to the sky, noting how it seemed to be growing dark. Not exactly night, though it was dark enough for him to perhaps use his Cyber-jet mode without being seen by too many organics.

With a frown, Breakaway began walking away from the spot where he buried himself in, off to look for a proper take off point, only to hear a soft whimper close by, prompting him to whirl around and, out of instinct, transform his left arm into his close range weapon, the Burst Minigun.

And he only lowered it when he saw that the whimper came from a familiar tan skinned organic. Apparently separated from the main group, the child appeared to be lost and horrified, though it didn't seem to notice Breakaway just yet.

All of his instincts told Breakaway to just leave the organic. It wasn't worth it, he thought. If he were to help it, he'd most likely be walking into a lion's den. However, despite every part of him telling him to just leave, the softer side of the Aerialbot told him that he was an Autobot, a Cybertronian that had taken an oath to defending all sentient beings no matter the cost. And ultimately, that side of him prevailed as he approached the organic child, kneeling down as he was in front of him.

The fact that the organic was rather cute in appearance probably contributed to his decision. Probably.

"Hey there… kiddo," greeted Breakaway awkwardly as he knelt down, catching the kid's attention. And from this angle, the Aerialbot saw that he was curled up in a sort of fetal position, whispering about his 'father' and 'mother', whom Breakaway assumed to be relatives of his. The child turned to him, though there was no fear that was apparent in his eyes, and the Aerialbot noticed this. "You… lost?"

"Y-Yes… who are you…?" asked the child, a fearful tinge in his voice as he spoke.

"I… erm…" muttered Breakaway, feeling rather awkward. Communicating with this child seemed rather simple thus far, though rather unfortunately the Aerialbot commander had no real response to the child's question. So, without thinking, he blurted out: "Breakaway…"

"Breakaway…" muttered the organic, looking up at the Aerialbot, a small flicker of hope in his eyes as he did. The Autobot wondered why he was so casual with the way he was addressing a massive Cybertronian as he had expected a more… hostile reaction from the kid, though he didn't really mind. He was taken out of his thoughts, however, when the child smiled. "I like that name!"

"Yeah, thanks kid," thanked Breakaway, a smile forming under his mouthplate as he chuckled. He liked this kid so far. "What's yours?"

"Fox… Fox Alistair," replied the organic, Fox, seemingly forgetting about his current situation. Breakaway, on the other hand, had not.

"Alright, Fox… where's your…" muttered Breakaway, unable to find the proper words for a while before he snapped his digits. "Your father and mother…"

"I…" muttered Fox, looking down at the sand beneath him. "I lost track of them…"

"I see…" muttered Breakaway, standing up to his full height and closing his optics. He looked through several options built into his optical sensors before he settled on one, and when he opened them, his optics had a orange glow to them instead of the usual blue. The night vision, that was what Wheeljack called this vision mode, had been activated, and it took the Aerialbot less than a few seconds to locate where Fox's 'father' and 'mother' had went off to. "I think I know where they are, kid."

"R-Really?!" exclaimed Fox as Breakaway knelt back down to look at him easier.

"Aye," replied Breakaway. "Come on, I'll take you to them."

"But mummy and daddy said to never follow strangers…" muttered Fox, making Breakaway scratch his head awkwardly.

"Erm… yeah… but I promise you, kid. I won't do anything bad to you," said Breakaway truthfully. Fox looked at him uncertainty before bringing up his hand and extending his pinky finger.

"Pinky promise?" he asked, confusing Breakaway.

"Uh… yeah…" he replied. "Pinky promise…"

"But you didn't…" muttered Fox, only to squeak when Breakaway scooped him up into his hand.

"I promise, kid," assured Breakaway as he kept the kid safely in his palm. "Now hold on tight."

With the kid secured, Breakaway began moving towards the location which he suspected his 'father' and 'mother' were at. As he did, Fox seemed to be enjoying the wind which was coming at him thanks to how high he now was.

"Whoa! Is this your Semblance of something, Mr Breakaway?" asked Fox, amazed. Confused at what he meant, Breakaway simple chuckled and went along with it.

"Erm… yeah… it is," answered Breakaway falsely as he walked around a small mound of sand, making sure he was crouching as he moved to avoid an early detection. In the distance, the Aerialbot saw a faint light source, perhaps from a lit flame, most likely the site of this organic child's stronghold, even if it didn't seem that strong…

"Mr Breakaway?" piped up Fox, making the Autobot turn to face him. "Why do you sound like you have a mask on?"

"Oh… that," muttered Breakaway, not wanting to go too deep into that topic as he scrambled uncomfortably for an answer. He eventually managed it. "Just… a defect I sustained when I was brought online…"

"You mean when you were born?" corrected Alistair, brows raised as he turned to face Breakaway with his faded white eyes. Breakaway gave an 'uh…' before he said: "erm… yeah…", and Fox could be seen giving a rather small smile. "I know how you feel, man…"

"Really now?" asked Breakaway, some hints of bitter sarcasm in his voice as he crouched down and decided that he he got any closer to the stronghold which Fox resided in, he'd be spotted.

"Yeah, I do. Honest," said Fox truthfully, turning to Breakaway and using two fingers to widen one of his eyes, prompting the Aerialbot to stare more intently at his faded white irises. He kept his eye widened for about five seconds before releasing it and explaining. "Mummy says I was born different. Ever since I could remember… I could never really see anything… everything was just… black. I could feel stuff, though. And I could definitely hear stuff, but I could never see anything."

And it took Breakaway less than a nano-klik to realize that the organic child he was holding in his palm right now was functionally blind, something which explained his lack of fear towards him back then. It made Breakaway want to chuckle at how (metaphorically) blind he was back then to not notice this detail, though he stopped himself.

"I see," muttered the Aerialbot as he placed Fox onto the ground. The Autobot turned up to stare at him, perhaps mistaking him for an older, taller member of his species and smiled. It was a nice smile, Breakaway thought. "Well, if anything, I guess you and me are more alike than I first expected."

"I guess… but you sound like a Huntsman or something…" muttered Fox bashfully, both arms behind his back as he kicked some sand. Raising an optic ridge, Breakaway added the term to his database before he replied.

"Huntsman, huh?" muttered Breakaway uncertainty. In his naivety, Fox answered his question.

"Yknow, heroes who protect those who are less capable!" he exclaimed, smiling bashfully. "They fight stuff like the Grimm and White Fang on occasion. They're pretty awesome!"

"Heroes, huh?" muttered Breakaway uncertainty, tapping the base of his cockpit-chest rather thoughtfully. Looking to Fox, it was rather obvious to the Aerialbot that he admired these Huntsman. His heart rate and the massive smile he had on his face proved that much. Rather unfortunately, however, Breakaway was not a Huntsman, and he was certainly not a Hero, not by a longshot. "Well… sorry kid. I… I'm no Huntsman, and definitely not a Hero…"

"But… you saved me back there, Mr Breakaway," pointed out Fox. "Only Huntsmen do things like that!"

"Not everyone needs to be a Huntsman in order to do some good, kid," said Breakaway, smiling at the naivety of this young organic. "You just need a good Spark and an equally good intention."

"I think I get what you mean…" muttered Fox thoughtfully, prompting the Autobot to chuckle.

"Good work, kid," said Breakaway, smiling under his mouthplate as he rubbed Fox's head with his index finger, causing the organic child to laugh. "Alright, now turn around and just keep walking forward. You'll hit your stronghold within a few minutes if you just keep walking."

"Oh… I'll be back with mummy and daddy?" clarified Fox as he turned to face the Aerialbot, staring at the base of his cockpit-chest instead of his actual head, and Breakaway nodded, only to remember that Fox couldn't see that gesture and feeling a bit like a fool.

"That's right, kid," assured Breakaway, though he could see that Fox seemed to be visibly saddened. "What's wrong, kid?"

"Aren't… aren't you coming with me?" asked Fox uncertainty. Breakaway raised an optic ridge when asked, and Fox took the silence as a prompt to continue. "I mean… you helped me, after all. I'm sure mummy and daddy would like to thank you. And you have to be tired… y'know? Maybe you could rest in our village?"

Breakaway smiled at Fox's reasoning. Despite knowing that Alistair was blind and the fact that he most definitely thought that he was speaking to a fellow organic, Breakaway couldn't help but feel a little touched by the organic's proposal. Though, rather unfortunately, he couldn't accept it for obvious reasons.

"No can do, kid," apologised Breakaway. "I… I've got a lot of ground to cover."

"Oh… you're off to your own village?" asked Fox.

"You could say that," answered Breakaway in a vague sort of way. "Though I'm kinda looking for a few comrades too."

"Oh! Are your friends lost?" asked a worried Fox, prompting Breakaway to chuckle.

"Yeah, but don't worry. They can handle themselves," assured the Aerialbot. "Now get moving, kid. We won't want the monsters to come out and get you."

"G-Got it," replied Fox, tensing up as though he just remembered something. Breakaway simply chuckled as Alistair began walking… in the wrong direction, prompting the Autobot to gingerly lift him up by the shoulders and pointing him back in the correct way. "Whoops-"

And with that final mutter and a quick wave to Breakaway, a gesture which the Autobot returned though he knew that the child could not be able to know, Fox was off. Activating his Plasma Sniper Rifle on his left arm, Breakaway scoped in on the kid to get a better view of him. And thankfully, he made it all the way back with no issue, and the Autobot smiled when he saw the child reuniting with his fellow organics.

'Guess my work here is done,' thought Breakaway as he walked off in the opposite direction to Fox's stronghold, or, as he called it, his village, a word which he added into his database. Though before he left, he did overhear Fox speak about a Hero whom he dubbed Breakaway, giving him a sense of pride as he sprinted forward and took a massive jump, transforming into his Cybertronian Fight Jet mode while he was still in the air.

The sound of his takeoff didn't go unnoticed, though Breakaway didn't pay it much mind as he aligned himself towards the eastern front to rendezvous with Camshaft and, potentially, Jolt and Warpath.

'Do I have one heck of a story to tell you guys.'

Crash site, Mistral

Kneeling down on one knee, Jolt dug his claws into the soft soil of the area his escape pod had crashed in. Once he had a handful, the blue Autobot pulled his claws out, pulling a servo-full of soil out with it.

Using his built in optical sensors, Jolt scanned the soil with juviel fascination before discarding it after his scans were complete. Moving on from the soil, the young Autobot ran his claws gently over the trunk of a tree. Despite being rather gentle with it, Jolt noted that he had unintentionally created a trio of claw marks on its trunk, making him wince at how fragile a majority of the things he's seen so far on this planet were.

Several kliks prior, Jolt had evacuated from his Escape Pod. Rather unfortunately for him, his pod had suffered damage on impact and had exploded. It was a miracle that he was able to get out of the blast radius in time, though he was certain that some of the inhabitants of the region he was in had heard the explosion.

After his escape from the pod, and after he had made contact with Camshaft and Breakaway, Jolt began moving further away from the crash site, though his juviel self couldn't help but be enthralled by the new sights he was experiencing.

As a young bot, perhaps less than a few million years old, Jolt was brought online during the halfway point of the Cybertron War. As such, practically all his time was spent on Cybertron, and he had to put up with seeing the same locations time and time again. So seeing a change in the environment was pleasant, to say the least.

Moving on from the tree, Jolt began plucking dirt out of his claws as he stared up at the sky, noting how it seemed to be getting brighter. Perhaps the planet had just finished turning? Who knows. Jolt was curious, though he left that topic unanswered for now as he turned to enjoy the sunrise.

It took some time before Jolt could tear his optics away from the sunrise and move on to explore more of the region he was in. Though, if he were honest the region was mostly trees, grass and the occasional pool of nonlethal liquid, all of which were becoming a standard thing for him to be seeing at this point.

And right as he was starting to get bored of it all, he found his way onto an edge, or more specifically, the edge of a mountain overlooking a large part of the area he had crashed down on. And to say that he was stunned by the view would be an understatement.

"Whoa…" muttered Jolt as he knelt down on one knee, optics wide as he stared down at the view before him. A vast landscape of trees, a massive pool of water beneath him, and not to mention a rather loud body of water which seemed to be falling from a mountain. Over in the distance, Jolt thought he saw some sort of settlement, though he paid it little mind as he stared at the natural beauty of the place.

Practically nothing could rival the natural beauty of this world, not even Cybertron. Granted, Jolt was born into the war and was never able to see his planet in its proper glory. Even so, he doubt that it was much better than the sight he was given right now.

The young Bot was so absorbed with staring out into the distance, however, that he didn't notice his communicator blinking until it had blinked seven times. By then, the Autobot jolted (teehee) up in surprise and activated it, only to be greeted by three separate comm-links, making him widen his optics in realization.

"Took you long enough to answer the damn call, Jolt," was the first voice to be heard over the communicator, prompting Jolt to chuckle.

"Nice to hear you're still functional as well, Warpath," replied Jolt with a smile on his faceplate, prompting Warpath to roll his optics.

"You implying that a simple fall from orbit in an escape pod would offline me?" proclaimed Warpath, insulted that someone would even imply that.

"Well… erm…" muttered Joolt uncertainty before Breakaway butted into the conversation with a chuckle.

"Cool it, Warpath," said Breakaway. "He's just glad you're still in working order."

"Breakaway is right," agreed Camshaft as he nodded to Jolt. "Though I do want to know why it took you so long to answer your communicator. We feared the worst."

"Ah… about that…" muttered Jolt sheepishly as he looked back at the view before him. "I was just… admiring the view."

"Really now?" muttered Warpath grouchily as he shook his head. "Not much of a view in my location. Just a lot of frozen liquid falling from the sky. The temperature would be lethal to any non-Cybertronian."

"I myself am inclined to agree with Jolt," piped up Breakaway. "From my current vantage point, the view's rather spectacular. At least… it beats the landscape we all were in during the war."

"Wait, hold up… can you guys fill me in on what you're doing?" requested Jolt, and within a few minutes Camshaft informed him of what he had missed, such as Breakaway now flying over a massive body of nonlethal liquid, making his way towards the Silver Autobot and how Warpath had contacted them not too long ago. "Man, that's pretty fast…"

"Indeed," agreed Breakaway as he did a barrel roll for fun. "As a matter of fact, Warpath was just about to tell us why he took so long to contact us."

Breakaway's tone suggested that the Aerialbot was curious as well, and both Camshaft and Jolt shared that sentiment. Knowing that he couldn't avoid answering, Warpath sighed.

"Fine. It went like this."

Crash site, Atlas, five hours earlier

To say that Warpath had crashed down at a piss poor spot would be an understatement.

Unlike Jolt, Breakaway and Camshaft, Warpath wasn't exactly concerned with directing his escape pod into an unpopulated area to avoid civilian casualties. To him, that was simply a waste of time. So, rather unfortunately, his pod had landed in what appeared to be a military base of sorts.

"What the… an attack on an Atlas facility?!" exclaimed an unfamiliar voice, picked up by the scanners of Warpath's escape pod. It was among the many yells of the unknowns who seemed to be surrounding his pod, and Warpath even heard the sound of what seemed to be heavy artillery vehicles moving to surround it.

"Weapons ready, everyone!" exclaimed another voice as Warpath activated his scanners and grumbling when he noted that he was not surrounded by Decepticons, but by a massive group of organics who were also arming what appeared to be heavy artillery vehicles.

Knowing that if he stayed for too long they'd just pry open his pod, or just blow it up, Warpath chose his best course of action, to just book it. Activating a console, Warpath tapped a few buttons, prompting the front of the escape pod to pop open, expelling a massive amount of excess steam in the process, shielding him from view.

"What the?!"

"Gas bomb?!"

"Everyone get back, it's… steam…?"

Ignoring the yells of the organics, Warpath stood up from his escape pod, up to his full height, and scanned around the area for an exit. His presence, despite being concealed by the steam, was not unnoticed by the organic troops, who widened their eyes at him.

And within seconds, they opened fire on him. Comically, at least to Warpath, their armaments weren't even able to tickle him. In fact, he couldn't even feel a majority of the shots which were fired at him. He simply stood there for a moment, scanning around the military base he had landed in for an exit while the organics tried to wound him, and when he found his exit, approximately half a kilometer away, Warpath expelled excess steam in his vents, the force of the expulsion being strong enough to push the surrounding organics, before he leapt out of the crater his pod had created, revealing his full form to the organics, before he began sprinting towards his exit.

"Commander Shepard, this is Lieutenant James Ironwood!" exclaimed one of the organics via some sort of communication device. "We have a machine of unknown origin running amok in docking bay Vector Sigma! Requesting backup!"

And with that said, the organics began their pursuit, a majority using vehicles such as some sort of primitive version of Warpath's alternate mode or a strange vehicle which reminded the Autobot of Hound.

Most of the organics attempted to subdue him with their gunfire, though if he were honest, he didn't even feel the shots which were thrown his way. Only their missiles were able to tickle him slightly and throw him a little off balance, though it didn't do much more than that.

"The fuck is going on?!" exclaimed an organic as Warpath just barely staggered when a missile hit him in the back. "Those were armour piercing missiles, and the thing just shrugged em off!"

Snickering to himself upon hearing that, Warpath bent down and slammed his servo into the ground, assisting him in taking a sharp 90 degree turn as he closed in on the exit. An organic, who apparently went by Ironwood, seemed to notice this as he barked out orders.

"It's trying to make a getaway!" exclaimed the organic. "Cut it off!"

By then, it seemed as though the entire organic base was trying to subdue Warpath with gunfire and missiles. They even sent out their aerial vehicles to intercept him, though their guns weren't much better than their grounded counterparts, though the Autobot did notice that the aerial vehicles were making use of stun bolts. The bolts didn't work too well, only managing to send a mild shock through his systems as he sprinted forward.

And suddenly, a single aerial unit lowered its altitude, the pilot positioning the vehicle right in front of the exit to the military base, perhaps in an effort to cut Warpath off. Snorting at its efforts, Warpath simply kept his charge, ignoring how an organic on board was firing at him with a chaingun.

"It ain't stopping!" exclaimed the on board organic as it began panicking, prompting Warpath to snort as he saw that it had finally released its grip on the chaingun and braced itself for impact.

And right before he was about to impact the aerial vehicle, when he was about ten metres away, Warpath crouched down and transformed into his Cybertronian Tank mode, just in time to avoid colliding into the aerial vehicle, though the top of his tank mode did scrap the bottom of the airship.

"What the-" exclaimed the one who had manned the chaingun as he turned to spot Warpath, in his tank mod, boosted off. Though the pilot of his aerial vehicle wasn't as shocked as he raised the altitude of the aircraft he was piloting, allowing the tanks and humvees to pass and give chase to Warpath.

Though by then, they were a little too late as, despite its size, Warpath's Cybertronian Tank mode was a lot faster than even their faster humvees, so much so that he managed to get to the uninhabited zone of the region he had landed in before they could even get a glimpse of him.

"And that led me to my current location," finished Warpath as he stopped walking for a moment to brush some snow off the back of his head.

"Way to make a first impression, Warpath," said Camshaft sarcastically. The Bot was kneeling down at the moment, examining some mud in between his fingers as he spoke. "We'll most likely be targets in your regions, and inevitably in all other regions as well."

"Hey, they were the ones who fired on me first," said Warpath, attempting to justify his harsh greeting to the organics.

"You do know that you could've landed somewhere else… right?" piped up Breakaway. Warpath seemed ready to argue, though he decided against it.

"...whatever," grumbled the Autobot, grumbling.

"Alright, everbot, let's calm ourselves," said Camshaft out of nowhere as he butted into the conversation. "We need to focus on regrouping and not arguing over matters such as this."

"I'm in agreement with Camshaft," said Jolt, holding a claw up. "We can always argue when we're back together, after all."

"He makes a valid point," muttered Breakaway, making Jolt chuckle as Warpath rolled his optics.

"Yeah, whatever you say, kid," grumbled Warpath as he severed his link to his comrades, prompting them to chuckle.

"Some Bots' never change," said Camshaft with a shake of his head. "Breakaway, I'm sending my coordinates to you. Until then, good luck."

"Likewise to you and Jolt, Camshaft," responded Breakaway, and with that, both senior Autobots severed their links, leaving Jolt alone to watch the sun rise.

Jolt took a few moments to enjoy the sunrise, even taking an image of it for memory sake before he moved on, turning away from the view and going back into the forests.

However, as he walked deeper into the forest, he failed to notice an organic with a sort of chameleon mesh, clinging onto the side of a tree with some sort of holographic device held up to her ear.

"Say… Sianna… we have a problem."

So yes, I did say Chapter 2 would be out by the week.

Hopefully you enjoyed the chapter. I know I enjoyed writing most of it. Warpath's quarter of the story was fairly difficult to write out, but I managed it.

Now, as for some technical stuff. I'll just put this out there right now if you didn't notice, but the first few chapters of this story takes place before the start of RWBY. A minor spoiler, Summer will be alive and kicking.

And on another note, the Autobots will be using the weapons they have in either the games they appeared in or official media. As for Camshaft, he'll be using an arm mounted assault rifle. I don't intend on adding his belly cannon in.

Onto the replies

CT7567Rules: well, Camshaft and Jolt are also here. I intend on adding at least one Decepticon. And finally in regards to the vehicle modes, I intend on making their alt modes as close to what they get on Earth as possible, though with a few Remnant touches, like (spoilers) Warpath becoming an Atlesian Tank.

merendinomiliano: ah shucks, thanks. I took inspiration from Bumblebee when I wrote the draft of chapter 1, actually. And as for the connection, only Camshaft really has a proper connection to Remnant. I'll explain what that means in later chapters *wink*

Anyhow, catch ya later.