On Broken Wings I'm Falling

Chapter: Somebody that I used to know

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"English or other Earth language"

"Cybertronian"

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'thought'

"Druatch"

(Bond talk)

On their way back from rescuing the human "slaves" from the Decepticons, Optimus Prime received a message from Teletran I.

:Teletran I, what seems to be the problem?:

:I am receiving a transmission from Cybertron stating that the planet has reestablished a stable orbit where it previously resided. Also we can expect some reinforcements in the near future as a small team of Autobots are currently in the process of commandeering the Decepticon space bridge to come to Earth and offer their assistance.:

:Who is this transmission from?: There was still a chance it could be a Decepticon trick.

:The vocal frequency confirms that Autobot field commander Ultra Magus is the one relaying the message. The team's ETA is approximately a joor, depending on how much interference they encounter.:

:Alright, we will meet them there and escort them back to base. Optimus out.:

"Autobots, Teletran I has just informed me that reinforcements will be arriving shortly via the Decepticon space bridge, we will rendezvous there and make sure the get an Autobot welcoming committee rather than a Decepticon one. ROLL OUT!"

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The Space bridge site

The Autobots drove as fast as they dared to where the Decepticons had their space bridge located while Skyfire and the Techno-dragons flew overhead. Once they got close, they all transformed and hid behind the first thing they saw that hid them from view before creeping forward, always trying to stay out of sight, until they came to the edge of the cliffs overlooking their objective. There they readied their weapons and waited.

Eventually, the space bridge opening formed in the sky and beamed down onto the platform behind the circular barriers, and judging by the energy signatures that just appeared on the radar, the occupants weren't Decepticons. The only Decepticons that seemed to be in the area at all were the Elite Seeker Trine who were guarding the bridge and were confused about its unscheduled activation.

As the gates slid open, Optimus Prime stood up and shouted the order "AUTOBOTS ATTACK!"

The Autobots on the ridge came sliding down with their weapons blazing, the 'Bots on the bridge converged with them in the same manner. The Seekers immediately transformed and took to the air to get an advantage, but they were beaten to it by the other flyers already in the air and bearing down on them with laser rounds and flames.

Down below, the ground mechs were starting to fall back to where they could get out of the riverbed and drive away.

"AUTOBOTS, FALL BACK, WE HAVE DONE WHAT WE CAME HERE TO DO!"

Skyfire was about to follow the others back to base when a tri-colored jet cut him off and started to harry him around.

"Going somewhere, traitor?" Starscream fired a shot from his null ray forcing the Shuttleformer to barrel roll out of the way.

'This is getting old really fast, Star,' Out of nowhere, Skyfire became absolutely furious and opened fire on his old friend before rocketing off with the Air Commander hot on his trail.

Deciding to just end the ridiculous game of "cat and mouse" then and there, Skyfire flew behind the rock face and waited. Starscream, thinking he had the larger flyer cornered, zoomed around the corner after him, only to nearly collide with the fuming mech in his bipedal mode.

"What is your problem?"

Starscream transformed and skidded to a halt on the ground.

"Why is it that I am the traitor here when you actually tried to kill me multiple times because you weren't getting your way? You are the one who has repeatedly tried to overthrow Megatron countless times, not I. Well, guess what? I'm done, I'm done making excuses for you and I'm done pretending you aren't the power crazed egomaniac everyone says you have become."

Starscream stood there and gawked in disbelief at the fact that Skyfire of all mechs was calling him out like this.

"So, until you finally pull your processor out of the clouds and the rest of you out of the slag pit you've dug yourself into, good bye and good luck because you're going to need it!"

Skyfire turned and launched himself into the air where he could blast off and leave the shell-shocked Seeker behind.

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As it turned out, that "special mission" Prime sent Ironhide on was to find any remaining and able Autobots and let them know they were all still fighting on Earth, but they needed reinforcements. Luckily Ultra Magnus, an old friend of Optimus' who he left in charge in his absence, was able to send a team of bots to help them out.

The newcomers were surprised when they saw Skyfire fly up and land few meters away. A few thought he was a Decepticon and drew their weapons but stopped when they saw the Autobot insignia. Only one of them actually recognized him.

Perceptor took a few hesitant steps forward. 'It cannot be…' "Skyfire… Is it really you?"

"Yes, Perceptor, it's me," Skyfire smiled down at him.

The red microscope rushed forward and hugged his friend. "I thought you were… everybot thought you were… I can't believe it! After all this time…"

The Shuttleformer shushed his friend gently and rubbed his backstruts.

At this point the Techno-Dragons came forward to stand flank with Skyfire in their bipedal modes with their wings held high, drawing gasps from the new comers. "I take it this is one of your friends, Skyfire?"

"Oh, that's right, you two haven't actually met. Perceptor, this is…"

"WHO ARE YOU?! YOU WEREN'T IN THE DEBRIEFING DATA I RECEIVED! INTRUDERS! INTRUDERS!" a small red-and-white mech ran around in hysterics shouting at the top of his vocalizer while blue sparks crackled out of his helm.

"Red Alert, calm down, The Techno-dragons are our allies, they mean us no harm,"

"WELL, WHY WASN'T I TOLD OF THIS? I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT ALL THE AUTOBOTS AND DECEPTICONS CURRENTLY ON EARTH IF I AM TO DO MY JOB PROPERLY!"

"That's because you were told about the Autobots and Decepticons on Earth, we are Neutral,"

Jazz and Prowl stepped forward, the latter having a datapad in his servo. "Alrigh' everybot, we're gonna do a quick bot count ta make sure everybot is here before we head back ta base for medical checks and debriefin'," Jazz read off designations from Prowl's datapad while the SIC had a stylus ready to cross names off.

"Beachcomber?" "Right here," a blue and white mech with a visor said in a calm smooth voice like ocean waves.

"Cosmos?" "Here," an almost comically stout green mech that appeared to turn into a space craft of sorts hovered above the crowd so the officers could see him and landed at the back of the pack, out of the way.

"Communications Officer Blaster?" "Righ' Here, mah mech" a red-orange tape deck mech pumped a fist in the air. Silverbullet's wings and optics flared in recognition as she stepped forward, looking him over. "Blaster, is that…?"

"Oh for Primus' sake," Skyfire facepalmed "Are we really going to go through this again? She may have changed her designation but she's still the same femme,"

Greenblades decided to get right to the point "Blaster, you remember Skysong, right?" He gestured to the two as if he was making a quick introduction. "Blaster, Skysong. Skysong, Blaster. Now hug and tell each other how much you missed each other already!"

Silverbullet immediately threw her arm servos around the mech and pulled him into a hug, Blaster took a few klicks to process the situation and hugged her back, saying the usual "I can't believe you're here," "How have you been?" "I thought you were dead," and all that.

"Hey, don't I get a hug?" a blue mech with winglets on his back said arrogantly, although it was clear he didn't really want a hug with how he was avoiding contact with her.

The Techno-Dragoness pulled away from her old friend and looked at this new mech and bluntly asked "Who in seven hells are you?"

The mech preened himself "I am Tracks,"

She shrugged and walked away "Never heard of you," The vain mech spluttered at such treatment.

"Inferno?" "Here," a tall red med with white finials on the side of his helm lifted his servo from where he was trying to calm down Red Alert.

"I believe we have already established that Security Director Red Alert is here, and from what I gather Omega Supreme will be arriving later this orn?"

"Yes sir,"

"Perceptor?" "Present,"

Wheeljack came over and pulled him into a hug. "Oh, I'll give ya a 'present' all right," retracted his mask part of the way and kissed the other mech passionately. Skyfire stared, flabbergasted.

"How long have you two...?"

They pulled apart and looked at him, Wheeljack's mask clicking back into place. "I heard about your mission and wanted to see you off but by the time I got there you were already gone, that's when I met Perceptor."

Perceptor nodded in agreement. "We got to know each other and eventually started courting, we hve been Bonded for quite some time now,"

"Oh, sorry I missed that. Congratulations,"

They both hugged him breifly. "Thank you,"

"Powerglide?" "Powerglide, here and ready to go-o-oh!" a red minibot with plane wings at his sides transformed and took off, doing aerial stunts above them. A few bots mumbled the word "Show-off," at the display.

"Grapple?" "Here," a yellow mech with a crane arm coming out of his back saluted.

"Hoist?" "Here," a green mech with a visor and face mask held up his servo.

"Sea Spray?" "He-rr-e" A Boatformer mech with a gurgling voice and face mask bubbled out.

"Skids?"

"H-here…" Prowl didn't hear the reply and called it again himself. "Is Skids here?"

"Ah, c'mon Prowl, he's righ' there. SPEAK UP KID, NOT EVERYBOT CAN HEAR YA!" Ironhide yelled at the shy young mech.

"Smokescreen?" "Here…"

"SMOKEY!" Bluestreak ran over and hugged the maroon and blue Praxian mech with the number '38' on each doorwing and a yellow chevron. "Oof…" Smokescreen stumbled back but collected himself quickly. "Missed you too, Blue, but can you please stop crushing my manifold?"

Prowl came over and peeled the younger mech off the other. "Good to see you again, brother,"

"Likewise, brother," The two mechs smiled at each other before Prowl went back to business and continued the roll call.

"Tracks?" "Here,"

"Warpath?" "BAM! POW! HERE!" a dark red mech with a large gun barrel protruding from his chest called out.

"Alright, that's everybot, debriefing and medical checks back at base, Ready when you are Prime,"

Prime transformed back into vehicle mode and everyone else did the same, automatically getting into formation behind him.

"Autobots, Transform and head back to base!"

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On the way back to base, the Techno-dragons and Skyfire flew back to base with Powerglide following close behind while the others drove back so the new bots would know how to find the base.

Blaster and Perceptor didn't have mobile alt. modes so they had to ride with someone else. Blaster was with Jazz who told him all about Earth, mostly its music; turns out they were old friends and had some catching up to do. Perceptor rode with Skyfire for the same reasons Blaster rode with Jazz, only they talked more about science than anything.

However, upon arriving back at base, Skyfire felt that sickly feeling creeping up on him again. Trying not to retch in vehicle mode—mostly because he was sure it would be physically impossible to actually do so—he slowed down and kept his vents cycling evenly as he spoke with Perceptor "Percy, not to sound too forward, but I want you to get out as soon as I land, alright?"

Confused by the sudden request in a strange tone, Perceptor scooted closer to the hatch and got ready to bail out "Skyfire, what is wrong?"

"I-I'll tell you later, we're landing right now. Brace yourself, this might get rough…"

Skyfire skidded a bit as his landing gear hit the ground, so he partially transformed to land on his legs and let Perceptor out before transforming, wobbling on his peds as he tried to stand.

The others had transformed and were muttering amongst themselves about the base and Earth until they saw the rough landing and made sure the Shuttleformer and his passenger were alright. Perceptor said he was fine and tried to catch Skyfire's optic when the taller white mech covered his mouth and dry heaved "…I-I'm sorry… Excuse me…" Skyfire doubled over with one arm-servo wrapped around his body and the other servo clamped over his mouth as he hurried into the base.

"Ah no, he's going to heave again," Silverbullet trotted after him.

Optimus Prime addressed the congregation of Autobots "I'm sure our new recruits have had a long journey so I'll get right to it; Any questions you all have will be answered in due time. In the meantime, you are all to report to Ratchet for a medical exam and have a written report turned in to Prowl by the end of the day, other than that you are free to do as you wish for the remainder of the solar cycle, or day as they are called on Earth,"

Ratchet stepped up and said his piece "Alright, I already have a schedule typed up so come when it's your turn, if you don't come on your own I will ping you, if that doesn't work I will take up the Techno-Dragons' offer to help hunt down any run away patients. If it comes to that… don't run, they'll just chase you,"

The Autobots and the humans made their way inside, Skids stopped near Greenblades, who was looking around to make sure everyone got inside and that no one had followed them.

"So… Neutrals?"

The Techno-Dragon looked over at the blue Vanformer with doorwings and nodded "Aye,"

"And you are… Techno-organic, I see,"

Greenblades gave the timid mech a friendly smile. "Kaaji1, that we are, don't worry, we don't bite," he extended his incisors to reveal retractable fangs.

Skids squeaked when he saw the sharp pointed denta and drew back but Greenblades held up his servos in a "calm down" gesture. "Whoa, hey, easy there, didn't mean to startle you there, mech," he retracted his fangs again "It's just an inside joke Silverbullet and I use on the newbies we meet. The name's Greenblades, by the way,"

"Skids, nice to meet you,"

"Likewise,"

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After getting checked over by Ratchet and turned in the report he had written out while waiting for his turn—it helps when one takes notes on everything one encounters anyway—Perceptor decide to seek out his old friend and ask about what had happened earlier.

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In the washroom

For what had to be the third or fourth time, Skyfire gagged and choked as more of the partially processed fuel in his systems came spewing out of his mouth and into the waste disposal unit he was hunched over until it slowed to a stop long enough for him to rest his forehelm on the cool metal of the rim while Silverbullet rubbed his back comfortingly.

"Feel better?"

He nodded and slumped forward onto his elbow joints and tried to cycle air without getting the retched smell in his olfactory sensors.

Silverbullet eased him down onto the floor and placed a cold cloth over his forehelm before hitting the switch that got rid of the sludge by flushing it out of the disposal unit's pipes and into a special reservoir built where the "ejection hatch" that normally sent trash and bodily waste into space opened into the mountain and dumped it into the volcano where it would be incinerated on contact.

Skyfire held the cloth on his helm and cracked an optic to see a familiar red mech in the doorway, looking concerned. "How long have you been standing there?"

Perceptor came in and knelt beside his friend. "Long enough to see you purge your last rations," he reached out and placed the back of his servo against Skyfire's cheekplate, he felt warm, feverishly warm. "Are you alright,"

Skyfire slowly propped himself on an elbow joint. "Yeah, I've just been purging lately,"

Perceptor frowned "Nobot just purges like that without a good reason,"

"Oh, I have a pretty good reason, let me tell you," Skyfire rested a servo on his abdomen, a subtle hint that the red Microscope missed completely.

"And what might this reason be,"

Skyfire grinned and patted his abdominal plating. "Second stage,"

Perceptor's optics widened "A-Are you really…? Primus bless it, Skyfire this is wonderful! Congratulations…"

"Thank you,"

"… Who's the Sire?"

Skyfire thought a moment "Well, let me put it this way, had you come to let us out of that storage room back on Cybertron a few breems sooner you would have walked in on their conception,"

Perceptor thought about it then blanched. "You mean you two actually…? I knew the signs were there but I didn't think you'd actually…"

Clink!

Perceptor stopped his tirade while Skyfire balanced the cold cloth on his helm so his other servo could join the one on his abdomen. "They are moving again,"

'They?' "How many?"

Skyfire sighed, not quite over his nausea, but otherwise content. "Three,"

"A Trine?"

Skyfire nodded before his optics widened and he pulled himself up to lean against the side of the disposal unit again.

Perceptor placed a servo on his friend's back plate while Silverbullet wrapped an arm-servo around him to hold him steady as he retched and dry heaved, though nothing came out. While he was distracted, Silverbullet asked Perceptor if he could refrain from telling anyone and explained why, which he understood completely.

After a breem his systems finally settled "Ugh, that was disgusting, but I think it's passed now,"

Silverbullet wiped his faceplates with a rag and gave him a small cup of mild cleaning fluid to rinse his mouth with. "For now anyway, though I think we should get you checked over, just in case. Can you walk?"

Skyfire spat the rinse out and hit the switch that sent it down the tubes after what had been in his tanks. "I think so," he shakily stood up, servo against the wall for support, and let the smaller femme and mech lead him down the hall to the where Ratchet looked him over and gave him a cube of green medical grade.

"This should help with the nausea, drink it along with your usual fuel, other than that just take it easy and get plenty of rest and you should be fine."

After giving Perceptor a quick tour of the base, the three went to the Rec. room to get some fuel, Greenblades met them there after having a lengthy conversation with Skids about Earth as well as organic and Techno-organic life, something the young bot seemed interested in.

While getting a cube of energon for himself, he noticed the Techno-dragons retrieve empty oil barrels that have been cleaned out with the tops cut off and fill them with water which they drank.

"If I may ask, how do the two of you refuel? I have been told that energon can be harmful to organic matter,"

The two Techno-Dragons looked him over and smiled "It's ok, we don't mind. Being Techno-organic we can feed off of both organic food stuffs and energon, although being as the latter is in such short supply we have been using that less and have been leaning more towards actual food and solar energy that we get from sunning ourselves during the day,"

"You mean you can reenergize just by lying in the sun?"

They sat down at the table Skyfire saved for them after getting his own cube. "Yes, this planet orbits an energy-rich yellow star. I myself have been up on the roof of the base with them in the late evening; it feels quite nice, actually,"

"That's because the last light of day is always the richest in solar energy."

Perceptor leaned forward, rapt with interest. Greenblades saw this and gave his usual friendly smile "Seriously, though, if you have any questions feel free to ask. Can't promise we'll be able to answer right away but we'll do our best,"

What they didn't expect though was that the scientist immediately took out a datapad and jotted down notes on what they just said before asking his next question.

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Since the new arrivals needed physical exams upon arrival to update their medical files and make sure everybot was healthy, Ratchet figured he check over all the other Earth stationed bots since he hadn't actually gotten around to repairing them from the battle involving the human "slaves".

Unfortunately, the last one on the list was his brother, who had coincidently excused himself from the where he was helping with other patients just before Ratchet checked the list. Ratchet made sure to grab his trusty wrench to go look for him. He found the Engineer about to go into the labs.

"Now, I know you're not going in there before I checked you over, are you?"

Wheeljack ran like Unicron himself was after him, although at the time he didn't doubt the Doom-bringer would have ran too; there is just no messing with Ratchet the Hatchet when he gets this angry.

"GET BACK HERE!"

Oh, yes he was angry. The whole base could hear him yelling, most of them peeped out into the hall to see a green-and-white blur followed by a very loud and angry red-and-white blur. The pursued mech yelled back in his native language "What the Pit? I didn't do anything! Why are you chasing me?"

"What is wrong with Wheeljack?" Spike looked up at Bumblebee

"Haven't heard any explosions yet, he probably tried to skip his check up again"

The two ran past them "STOP RUNNING AND I'LL STOP CHASING YOU!" He threw a wrench at his helm, which he dodged.

"Stop chasing me and I'll stop running." Wheeljack ran into the rec. room and ran around and in between the tables and bots.

Silverbullet and Greenblades watched with predatory interest from where they sat with Perceptor and Skyfire, the two mechs reminiscing until Skyfire looked over too. "Wheeljack, what did you do this time?"

"He didn't do anything, yet, which is why I want to get his physical in before he does what Wheeljack does best."

Perceptor sighed and knew what was going on without even looking over. "They're at it again aren't they?"

"I'm afraid so,"

Perceptor took another drink of his energon "They have been like this since they were younglings, wonder if they'll ever come to grips with each other?"

"Well, as far as I can tell, until you-know-where freezes over, the only 'grips' those two will have with each other would be is the ones Ratchet uses to throttle Wheeljack right after he puts him back together again," Silverbullet downed the rest of her drink and stood up and whistled "Oi, Ratchet, want me to get him?"

The two brothers were circling each other around an empty table. "No, he doesn't want you to get him!" Wheeljack deadpanned as he dodged a swipe of the infamous Wrench of Doom across the table.

The Techno-dragoness laughed slightly, like she had a trick or two up her proverbial sleeve "Ahh, C'mon Jackie-chan, the sooner you get it over with, the sooner you can get back to what you were doing," she purred in a low, sweet tone as she stalked her way over to them and leapt across the table, grabbed the engineer and threw him over her shoulder and carried him out of the room, bantering back and forth.

"Ah, c'mon, I don't need a check-up, I'm in the enough as it is, I'm pretty sure my records are up to date,"

"A stitch in time saves nine,"

"What?"

"Meaning if you get everything taken care of now you'll have less to worry about later,"

Ratchet followed behind them, shaking his helm, and everyone else went about their business.

Wheeljack looked over at the mechs at the table she was just at with pleading optics "Uh, Guys, a little help here?"

Perceptor got up and followed them out "I am sorry, Wheeljack, I will come with if needed but you know how Ratchet gets when patients test his patience,"

Skyfire chuckled "Yeah, he has no patience with his patients. Sorry, Wheeljack, but better you than me,"

Silverbullet stopped and turned to Ratchet "Speaking of which, did you need to check Skyfire over again?"

"No, Wheeljack's the only one left, although Red Alert was supposed to get a cube of medical grade for his paranoia glitch, but he forgot to take it with him when he left the ,"

"I can take it to him, you deal with Wheeljack. Where is Red Alert at now?"

"The Security Hub, as always, it's smack dab in the middle of the base on the second level, just take the lift up and go straight down the hall, it's the heavily enforced double doors on the end,"

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Silverbullet followed Ratchet's directions exactly—although she hated riding the lift—until she came to big armored double doors that looked like they belonged on a vault.

Cracking her knuckles, she knocked on the door, only to receive a few pitiful Clinks glancing off of it. A soft buzzing noise like a remote control car overhead made her look up to see a surveillance camera swiveling to look at her, and a tiny speaker in the side of it speak to her in the Security Director's voice.

"State your business here or go away,"

Silverbullet stood at attention. "CMO Ratchet sent me here, I mean you no harm,"

After a moment, there was a buzzer and one of the doors slid into the wall. "Enter,"

The femme did as she was bid and, out of habit, immediately scanned the room for threats, finding none she looked at the room itself; there was a semi-circular desk with a couple control panels on one side, the entire wall above it was covered in monitors and in another corner was a bot-sized couch.

Red Alert sat in an office chair watching the monitors and a hardline cable from his left hip connected to a console beneath the desk.

Walking in so she wasn't just hovering in the doorway, Silverbullet set the cube she brought with her in an empty chair next to him. "Ratchet said you left without your cube earlier; I wanted to make sure you got some fuel,"

The Security Director didn't look up from his monitors. "What did you do to it?"

Ignoring the accusation, she answered the question "uh… I carried it. I swear the seal on the cube hasn't been touched since Ratchet put it in place," no response, she sighed " I just figured since I was already helping Ratchet with his more… trying patients I could bring it to you while he finished up in the ,"

"Ratchet I trust, you on the other servo…"

Silence, then "you know, you're not the only one with a glitch… or trust issues…"

"I am well aware of Prowl's…"

"I wasn't talking about Prowl," He tilted his helm to show he was listening. "I know you have a paranoia glitch… Prowl has a logic glitch… and I have an obedience glitch,"

Red Alert almost looked at her, but was adamant to keep at least part of his attention on his monitors. "Whenever someone asks for my help, no matter who it is or what it's for, I can't stop myself, I always end up helping them somehow." She looked at him with hurt optics "Do you have any idea what it's like, knowing you'll have to save your own enemies' lives, no matter how much you want to just offline them, just because they ask you to? To be seen as a traitor by the people you would give your spark for because you had no choice in the matter?"

She took a deep breath in that weird Techno-organic way, in through her organic nose and intakes and out her mouth and vents, to calm herself. "That is why I must remain Neutral, I may be loyal to every possible extent, but no faction would ever have a place for… something like me,"

After a few minutes of silence, Silverbullet decided she wasn't going to get anything more out of him and was about to leave.

"Thank you for the energon,"

She turned back but he was focused on the monitors as if he was never interrupted. She smiled, somehow knowing he still would have seen it. "You're Welcome,"

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Later that night in the Rec. Room

Blaster, Perceptor, Skyfire and the Techno-Dragons all sat at a table in the corner of the Rec. Room, the only light was a small lamp set up in the middle of the table, plotting amongst themselves.

"Now, are we clear on how this is going to work? You mechs sure you want to do this?"

They all nodded. "Yeah, we're sure. I still don' feel righ' about not givin' her a proper burial, even with the war keepin' us busy,"

"Indeed, while I didn't know Greysky very well myself, I agree with Blaster, how we have regarded our fallen is inexcusable. The least we can do is pay our respects,"

"Alright, but you are all going to need permission to leave so soon, especially you, Skyfire,"

Greenblades looked over at the Shuttleformer "That is, if you are certain you are up for this,"

Skyfire narrowed his optics "Try and stop me,"

They stood up "It's settled then, the next opportunity we get, we will head back to Cybertron to give Greysky the burial she deserves."

Blaster tossed his empty cube of high grade into the recycling bin. "Ah know she wanted to be put with her Bondmate, luckily his grave is right where they left it, ah know where it is,"

"Thank you, thank you all. Now, we'd best be getting to our quarters, tomorrow always comes sooner than one may think,"

Silverbullet helped Skyfire up and out of the room, They all turned in for the night, Perceptor shutting off the lamp on his way out.

AN: and this is the next chapter. I'm sorry, It's mostly fluff and filler to get the story from one point to another but things will be getting better after this.

Translations:

Kaaji; Druatch for "yes" or "affirmative"

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