"You know the rules... We can't be the ones to finish you..."

Beserker laughed "But we can make you wish we could!"

Sky Shadow bit back a scream as Nightshifts blade connected with his amour repeatedly, the chaos crystal at the tip of it sending a pulsing shock though his circuitry. All the while, Beserker worked at his front, slowly pulling away armour and ripping out systems. The juggarnaut held the black jet still as his partners sword sliced through his second wing, stopping inches before it fell off and pulling at it. The visored jet screamed as he forcefully ripped it off, throwing it aside with the rest of the pieces of metal and wireing that had been removed. All the while, Sky Shadow did nothing. He didn't have the strength to fight back, nor did he have the courage to.

"Awah what's wrong Sky? We play too rough for ya?"

Nightshift stopped his attacks, holstering his sword back onto his back. He smirked, his red optics flashing evilly.

"I think that'll do for now..."

"Can I just do one more thing?"

"Very well..."

Beserker smiled and nodded, pulling one last set of wires out then releasing his hold on the assassian, kicking him to the floor so that he was facing upwards. The juggernauts smile faded into a scowl as he bent down over the jet, grabbing hold of his visor and ripping it off. Sky Shadow didn't protest at all. Days like this were just part of everyday life for him now. He winced as the visor was forcefully removed, his yellow optics being revealed, tear glazed and white tinted with fright.

"Awah look! Sparklings gonna cry!"

"Beserker... What are you doing?"

"You'll see!"

The black jet's yellow optics squinted as he attempted to watch what the heavily built attacker was doing, quickly switching targets to the other black jet standing not too far away before focusing back on the one towering above him. Beserker shattered the visor in one hand, picking out two sharp pieces and placing them between his fingers. He then bent back over, his other hand reaching behind the assassian and lifting him slightly by the back of the head. Nightshift's smirk re-appeared, realising what his partner was doing.

"Ouch... That's gonna hurt..."

Beserker laughed as he jammed the two pieces of glass into the downed jet's optics, smiling like a mad man as he listened to the pained scream. Sky Shadow lifted an arm and tried to push the juggernaut away, but he was too weak. Instead, he only managed to make the mad mech force the glass in further, shattering his optics and causing energon to almost explode out of the wound. The black jet's head twisted and turned as he tried to stop the sharp pieces from being embedded in further. He gasped and froze as he heard a gunshot, his attacker and his partner looking over at the new intruder. He knew that shot sound all too well...

"S-sam..."

"Well well... What do we have here..."

Sam's red eyes narrowed in rage, turning her plasma blaster at the black jet approaching slowly. Red optics met crimson eyes as he towered above her, casting a dark shadow over the female's body.

"What is a little fleshling such as yourself doing this far away from home..."

Sam snarled. "I'll give you little in a minute! And what the fuck do you think you're doing to my friend! Why can't you Orginisation 13 glitches just leave him alone!?"

Beserker released Sky Shadow, standing up properly and jogging over to his friend.

"How'd she know bout us?"

Nightshift picked Sam up, holding her out infront of him as she struggled and squirmed.

"Let go of me you asshole before I blow you outta your armour!"

"Woah!" Beserker smiled at the female "She's got an attitude! Can we keep her?"

"No... We have to leave..."

"Dawh but I wasn't finished!"

"We've done enough. The rest is up to Fenair... But first..." His attention turned back to the female. Sam bit her lip and smiled nervously. Perhaps a full frontal assult wasn't a good idea after all...

"H-hey there..."

"How do you know that traitor..."

"S-sam... get... get out of here..." Sky Shadow gasped on his own breath, struggling to move. Sam looked at the jet, her eyes narrowing again.

"None of your fucking business."

"Shift? What is it? It can't be human! I mean, where's it's breathing stuff?! And why does it speak like us!?"

"Good point Beserker... And I don't think humans have built in weapons... Plus... Why would Sky Shadow be friends with a pathetic fleshbag?"

"I'll give you pathetic fleshbag!"

Sam activated her jetpack as she open fired on the jet, shooting him in the optic. Nightshift released her, clutching his wound before looking back for her.

"Why you pesky little..."

"D-don't!"

Beserker turned, only to be slammed to the ground by Sky Shadow. The juggarnaut just laughed, pushing his now limp body to the side and standing back up. He turned, activating his large, two-barreled arm cannon.

"That was a pretty pathetic last move!"

"Leave him Beserker... You know the rules... It's time to leave"

"As you command sir..."

Sam turned, screaming as she was kicked into an asteroid before the two vanished out of sight. She immeadiatly recovered, scanning the area before dis-arming her blaster, the weapon folding up neatly and disappearing from sight. The commander stretched her back out, wincing as several systems groaned in protest before she ran towards the still form of her friend.

"Sky!? Sky Shadow talk to me!"

The black jet didn't reply. Infact, he didn't even move. Sam panicked, shaking his still form and slowly turning him over. She winced, seeing the pieces of glass still embedded in his optics, the energon spewing out of his circuitry. His body was completely mashed up, sliced apart by Nightshifts sword. Gun wounds also lay on his tattered frame, two of them dangerously near his spark chamber, which thankfully was still in one piece.

"You're gonna hate me for this later... But" Sam sighed, activating her comm. link.

-Skartplug... I need emergancy medical assistance. I'm talking code Alpha. Sending... sending co-ordinates...-

"Yo Strike!"

Airstrike jumped, lowering his weapon from the targets set up on the otherside of the field, his visor retracting from over his optics. He turned, his smaller, silver friend rushing towards him, his blue optics flashing with excitement.

"Did ya hear? Did ya? Did ya?"

"Hear what Bullet?"

"Sam's found another jet!"

"She has?"

"Yeah! But that's not all! It's the same jet which attacked Syndrome that one time!"

"What!?"

The silver Subaru watched as the black jet ran out of the door, blaster still in his hands. Biting his bottom lip, Bullet followed. He had to stop Airstrike before he did something he would regret!

"How is he?"

"Fatel wounds Sam... I explained it earlier"

"I know that much, but is he gonna live?"

"I don't know..."

Sam's red eye's glazed slightly as she looked over at the medical berth holding the dieing black jet. This scene reminded her too much of when Sky Shadow had radioed her about Airstrike. It was all too the same. Same jet type, same colour, same berth... It was dejavu all over again! Machines were attached to him at all sides, monitoring his spark rate and CPU capacity. The dark medic followed his commanders gaze, sighing.

"He's in a coma Sam..."

"L-like Firestorm was when we found him?"

"Exactly like that. Although..." Skartplug looked back at the female "He's in a worse off condition. You need to tell me more about him"

"Such as..."

"A name would do nicely..."

"Oh..." Sam looked away "I-I erm... don't know his name..."

"You've known him for ages yet don't know his name?"

"He didn't speak much... It was usually me doing the talking..."

Skartplug wasn't convinced. His optics narrowed on the female, arms crossed over his chestplate. "You're lieing to me commander..."

"I'm not!"

"So why is your interal temperature flaring up?"

Sam sighed "Alright! But you gotta promise me you won't tell the others!"

"Why?"

"Promise!"

"Ok... ok I promise"

Sam smiled weakly, red eyes focusing back at the jet "I don't know his name because he's a mute... I've known him for vorns... Remember all those times I've just disappeared and no ones known where I was? I was with him, meeting in secret not too far out but out of sensor range. He didn't want you guys to know about him... Well he ain't got a choice now. He was a lil scared that you'd all pick on him because he can't argue back..."

Skartplug walked over to the downed jet, shaking his head at the damage he'd sustained. Wings and armour missing, cables torn, pipes completely cracked through, fingers missing, energon leaking from almost everywhere... Where was he going to start?

"So who did this to him?"

Sam bit her lip, lieing for the assassins sake. "Dunno... I was just out when I found him like this"

"Alright. That'll do for now. If you want to leave then you can commander" the dark medic picked up some nearby tools "I'm going to be here for a while"

"You don't mind?"

"Why would I? Now go on. Get some energon down you and I'll take a browse at your back later"

Sam smiled "Thanks Skarts. I knew I could count on you..."

To Be Continued...