I do not own Transformers, all rights belong to Hasbro, I only own Hellion.

Chapter 3

The Deception Begins

Hellion POV

I looked in disbelief at Slipstream, and readied my flamethrowers, but gave her a chance to speak. I wondered why she was here, but seeing as how she did not have her weapons out I assumed she was here...peacefully.

"What are you doing here Slipstream?" I said.

"Is that anyway to talk to an old friend...Helly?" she said, giggling at the end.

"Still you call me that!" I said.

"You're so cute when you're embarassed." she said.

"I'll ask again, why are you here Slip?" I asked.

"I'm here...to mend old wounds." she said.

I looked at her and offlined my flamethrowers, letting her speak.

"I did not willingly harm you, Helly." she said, "Megatron found out about...us, and threatened to rip out my spark AND your spark if I did not terminate you."

"But you did not." I stated.

"But Megatron doesn't know that." she said, "I'm truly sorry for what I did, Hell, I never wanted to hurt you."

"What about Warpath, Hot Rod, and Blurr?" I asked, "You hurt them, and they are my friends, therefor wouldn't that hurt ME?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, "I haven't seen them since the war started!"

"But we were told YOU were there and that you attacked!" I said.

"I was never- oh no..." she said, "It can't be, wasn't HE offlined not to long after the war started!?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, "Who was offlined?"

She looked at me, and I saw fear in her optics. Whoever this mech was, she feared him. I grimaced, knowing barely anything scares her.

"A 'Con who was later found out to be a servant of Unicron." she said, "Megatron offlined him because he tried to overthrow him."

"Who, Slipstream!?" I shouted, "Who do you mean!?"

"I-I have to go, Hell." she said, "He might know about what I'm doing - I need to hurry before it's to late!"

She ran out of my home, pushing me aside surprisingly, transformed, and flew off. I called out her name and watched. Sadly I never noticed the red optics watching me from the shadows.

I transformed and headed back to base. Slipstream's words echoed through my processor - a mech who, from my understanding, take the shape of any Cybertronian. There was only one mech I knew with this ability - Makeshift - but he hasn't been seen for a while. He had been supposedly offlined when he tried to hack into a database in Iacon disguised as Prowl, only to be caught by the real Prowl and Jazz.

If it wasn't him...then who?

Unknown POV

I watched as the pathetic Autobot drove off, walking out of my hiding place. I chuckled, the femme was to late, my plans had been set into motion. That fool Megatron is so easily manipulated, a warning from 'Shockwave' alerted him to the femme's true loyalties.

In the end, these fools would offline each other, and then the master would return. I looked down at my servos as I opened my claws, gazing at the purple crystal - a fragment of Dark Energon. I merely needed lead the foolish warlord to a stash of it I had hidden - waiting for this day. I looked to the darkening skies above Cybertron and began laughing.

My form shimmered as I stopped laughing, turning into a chuckle. Static streaked across me as my body was replaced - by the form of Blast Off. I transformed into his alt mode and took off towards Kaon. It was time for the next part of my, no, the master's plan.

None would escape his wrath.

And that was chapter 3, sorry if it was short. Who is this mysterious 'Con, who is his master? That won't be revealed for awhile. Remember to tell me how I am doing, input is appreciated!

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