Chapter 11

Flashback shifted, coming online with a pained groan. Where was he? What had happened? Why did he feel like Optimus had just sat on him? And what the pit was that stink?

He lit his optics, tensing when he saw a black hand clenched tight around his arm, as if it's owner was holding on to him like a life line. He followed the hand up to the wrist, then the long, lean, armored arm...Backlash. Panic seized his spark when he realized the mech was unconscious, long body bent awkwardly with his head tilted back and a thin crack in his currently black visor. He shifted, fear squeezing his spark like a black fist, and reached for his little brother. The first thought to cross his processor, not even registering that he could still faintly feel the taller mech's spark through their sibling bond, was that Backlash was offline. And it scared the slag out of him.

He closed his hand around Backlash's shoulder and shook, hard, hissing, "Backlash! Baby bro! HEY! WAKE UP!" His shouts made the mech jump slightly, frame tensing as he came online with a nearly inaudible whine from his systems. Flashback vented loudly in relief, still shaking until Backlash's visor lit and he lifted his head.

"Primus, Flash, WHAT?" Backlash hissed, raising a hand to rub at his helm. Flashback glared, then opened his mouth to let out a round of smart ass remarks, when Backlash went rigid and whispered, "Sundance."

Flashback tensed, everything hitting him like a kick to the head. He added, voice just as quiet, "The ceiling collapsed. She pulled us in under her wings."

Backlash started to sit up, but found that he couldn't. Something rose red and feathered was spread above them, completely shielding them from the outside world. Flashback nearly freaked, breath catching as he scrambled. He tightened his hold on Backlash and pulled him closer in an attempt to spot Sundance's body. Backlash didn't complain, and allowed himself to settle against Flashback's middle, also searching. He called, "Sundance! Sister!"

Flashback cursed vividly when he spotted one of her arms draped lifelessly over the wreckage beneath them. He could see part of her side if he squinted, and even a coil of her tail. He leaned over Backlash and smacked at her palm, but she didn't respond. Venting noisily again, he reached up and brushed his fingers over the feathers of her wings. "Primus, I'm gonna hate myself for this," He muttered. Bracing himself, he abruptly clenched his hand in the blade like feathers, and yanked them out of the frame of her wing.

Her reaction was instant. Her entire body seemed to jolt and a sharp yelp left her. Everything shifted and suddenly they were uncovered, the sound of heavy stones dropping to the ground and rolling away reached them. She turned almost harshly, the wing above them folding away to reveal, of all things, sunlight. The arm wrenched back beneath her body to push up, and with a grunt, she pulled her feet beneath her, and shoved her body up to stand. More rock tumbled down and clattered away loudly, and both mechs stared up at their sister when she bowed slightly, wings slumping down like she didn't have the strength to hold them up.

Backlash got to his feet next, stepping towards her smoothly to brace an arm across her back, beneath her wings. Flashback followed, though less gracefully, and moved to stand on her other side. She was staring up, at a blue sky that was quickly filling with smoke. The air was drenched in the scent of destruction, of smoke, fire, blood, and oil. People were screaming. Cars were crashing. Burrowers were laughing.

Sundance's optics saddened, "Primus, they've already attacked." When she tilted her head down to look at her brothers, Flashback, realizing he still had her feathers in his hand, quickly hid them behind his back so he wouldn't get his aft chewed out. He said, expression solemn, "We've got work to do, sister."

The weariness left Sundance in a rush, and she abruptly straightened, wings raising in a show of strength. Backlash and Flashback stepped back, watching. Sundance said nothing, merely crouching down low with her tail curled tightly behind her. She then shoved off of the earth so hard it shook beneath them, and she shot up into the air, pumping her wings down hard. Backlash crouched down as well, jumping up with enough force to land on the ledge above. He disappeared from sight. Flashback followed his example.


A wordless agreement seemed to pass between Backlash and his siblings as they split ways. Sundance took to the air, soaring high with her colossal wings casting dark shadows over the shattered city. Flashback transformed down into his alternate and took off down the streets to his left, leaving Backlash to run as fast as his legs could carry him down the road to the right. His visor brightened, blocking out the bright sunlight. Stats and suggested commands were filing past his optics, one right after another, but he looked past them to focus on the first burrower to stumble into his sight.

Backlash drew his blades, holding them behind him as he cut down the street in a streak of black and silver. The burrower twisted sharply to glare at him, then turned completely to rush him, blue optics wide with rage and insanity. Backlash tracked the mech's movements, watching him carefully until the minute before impact. He abruptly pushed off of the earth, turning his body through the air to avoid the mech's claws. He swept the sharp edge of his blades across his enemy's shoulder, leaving a long, deep slice.

He landed on his feet on the other side of the mech, who dropped in a fit of agonized squeals, grabbing at his nearly severed arm in panic. Backlash stepped back towards him, turning from the waist up to plunge one blade into his chest. The mech stilled with one last mechanical whine of pain. Backlash took off as soon as he knew the mech was down for the count, and ran right through the next burrower that had been hurriedly scrambling towards him.

'Hows it goin', baby bro?' Flashback said cheerfully through their bond. Backlash smoothly cut down the second mech then darted down the street.

He answered, 'No damage so far. I've taken out two.'

'Is that all?' Flashback scoffed, 'You're losing your touch, 'Lash! I'm on my fourth!'

'It's not a competition,' Backlash said sharply. He cut across another pair of burrowers that were busy terrorizing humans that hadn't the sense to get out of their cars earlier. He took them both out in one motion, moving on to a third that had been wondering around aimlessly. When they were down, he said, 'Five.'

Flashback sputtered. Backlash allowed a small grin to pull at his lip plates, then paused in his walking to turn back to the humans when he heard them scream more. He expected to see more burrowers, but found that their frightened eyes were locked on him instead. Clenching his jaw, Backlash studied the vehicle as one of the kids tried to shove the door open, but they had been smashed into the frame by the burrowers. Venting quietly, he sheathed his blades and approached. They started to scream louder, crawling over the seats to get as far away as they could from him. He kept approaching until he was beside them before he knelt and, shattering the glass of the windows, pushed his fingers into one of the doors. Holding the vehicle down gently with his other hand, he pulled the door free without jostling the humans, and ordered, "You need to get out of the open and hide. Stay together, run as fast as you can, and don't look back."

They froze, eyes growing even wider at the sound of his voice. He added, softening his tone, "Find a crawl space they can't get to, and don't move until someone comes to get you, alright? ...I'm not the one you should be afraid of."

The woman nodded jerkily, gathering her group of kids. He stood back up and turned away. He heard the sound of scrambling humans, then the pound of their tiny feet on the pavement. They ran past him, and he lingered long enough to watch over them until they darted into a narrow space between two buildings the burrowers couldn't get to. The woman paused halfway inside to glance at him, almost like she was asking for permission, and he nodded at her. She took off into the shadows, dragging her family with her.

He tensed when he heard a deep rumble nearby, looking up in time to see a pair of burrowers dragging a bus full of screaming people into one of the holes. Venting sharply, he rushed towards them, warning his siblings as he went, 'They're trying to drag the humans underground.'

And just as the last word had reached his brother and sister, Sundance seemed to appear out of no where, flying over him and curling her body into a deep dive. He realized that she had transformed into her beast mode, elegant, horned head turned down with her lip plates pulled up in a slight snarl. She landed on the edge of the massive hole, clawed feet gripping the cracked asphalt as she shifted and nearly hurled her hindquarters at the burrowers, slapping them both with her tail and sending them flying through the air.

Backlash was there beside her in less than a minute, hands reaching out to grab the bus before it fell into the darkness. Sundance grasped the tail end of it and they lifted it and set it a safe distance away. The humans nearly exploded out of the bus, jumping out the windows and cramming through the door in their desperation.

Sundance settled on her haunches, arms raised as she watched them. She spoke without looking at him, "There's four points of entry, where the burrowers shattered the sewer system and brought the city down. I've counted at least thirty burrowers, including the ones we've already brought down."

She seemed to sink down, the cables in her rear legs tightening like she was about to shove off into the air. Backlash said, voice tense, "More than thirty burrowers escaped the moon."

She vented, opening her wings, "I know. I don't think this was intended to be a full scale attack." She glanced at him, "keep fighting, 'Lash. I'll guard the entries and make sure no one else is drug down."

He nodded, watching her as she shot into the air with a powerful kick, wings snapping downwards to catch the wind.

Backlash darted forward, following the sounds of screaming humans until he found more burrowers. He went through a few more before his brother started through their bond, sounding serious for once, 'The bastards are making a break for Central Park...'


'...I'm goin' after them,' Flashback finished, shifting back a step as his last victim hit the ground in a broken heap of armor. He raised his pistol to reload with a quick flick of his wrists. He dropped the gun down into it's holster on his back and transformed down in a rush of shifting blue armor. The second his wheels touched the pavement, he was off, engine roaring as he started off towards Central Park. He could see the burrowers rushing ahead of him, racing towards the park as fast as they could.

Flashback was hot on their afts the entire way to Central Park, where they abruptly came to a stop. Flashback was forced to slam on the brakes, swinging his entire frame sideways, to keep from crashing into them. He ground his dentals and transformed, pulling both of his pistols into the open to start dropping mechs and femmes. He ended up freezing on the spot when he realized that none of them were even paying attention to him, every one of their optics focused on the stretch of grass beneath their feet. Cautiously, Flashback took a step closer and followed their stares. At first, nothing happened. He scoffed, "You glitches really are losin' your fraggin' processors." He raised his weapons again and took aim.

The earth began to shudder. Flashback went rigid, optics widening when the shudder turned into an all out quake, and the earth before them shattered, sending up thick chunks of dirt and grass as something huge, metal, and serpentine emerged. His head snapped back to follow the beast as it practically shot out of the ground, stretching so high into the air it blocked out the sun with it's bulk. Flashback took a step back, "What the frag is this?!"

The beast stretched out, layers of armor and cables spiraling around his body in a way that reminded him of Sundance when she burrowed into the ground. He vented loudly, hearing all the burrowers in the background yell and cheer. Glancing at them, he realized that they were all gathering around the beast, impatiently waiting for it to finally pull itself completely from the hole so they could escape. Flashback pushed them from his thoughts when he realized the beast was starting to arc it's body down to plunge back into the earth.

Flashback took off after him, dropping both pistols into their holsters. He raised his hands to the compartments on his shoulders and sides to pull out the pieces of his rifle. Snapping them together with practiced ease, he called through his bond with his siblings, pulling them towards him, 'Our problem just got a LOT bigger.'


"Optimus!" Prowl called, tone urgent.

The taller mech paused, turning from his conversation with Ratchet and Wheeljack. He'd been in the middle of a tense argument between the two mechs. Another one of Wheeljack's experiments had failed, and the aftermath of it had filled up Ratchet's med bay. Really, he had hardly done any talking, simply letting the two argue for the short time they'd been speaking to him. But now, in reaction to the tension in Prowl's tone, the two mechs had shut their mouths and were now looking at him in varying expressions of curiosity and annoyance.

"Prowl," Optimus greeted, secretly grateful for the interruption. But there was a slightly panicked look in the mech's optics, and he knew that something bad had happened. He turned to him, giving the mech his full attention, "what is it, mech?"

"I don't know, sir," Prowl hesitated, "New York City has been attacked, by nonhuman forces."

"Decepticons?" Wheeljack cut in, stepping closer to stand beside Optimus, "in New York?"

"I'm not sure," He said honestly, "their signatures are unlike anything I've seen. They're cybertronian, but they project a completely different energon signal than decepticons. I'm not sure what they are, but there are several of them attacking at once, if the damage already done is any indication."

Optimus narrowed his optics. He seemed to think for a second, before turning and said, raising his voice, "Red Alert!"

The mech was halfway across the room, but he looked up, alert. Optimus continued, "Prepare the ground bridge! Hotshot, gather Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. Ironhide, Jazz, Bumblebee, report to the ground bridge. Wheeljack, locate Long Arm. Prowl, locate Powerglide, I have a feeling that we'll need air support."

The room exploded with movements, mechs taking off at a full run to follow their orders. Optimus turned to make his way to the ground bridge at a steady but quick walk. When he arrived, all ten mechs he had summoned for the trip to New York were gathered. He looked to Red Alert, on the other side of the clean wall of glass that separated the ground bridge from the room that controlled it. He nodded, and Red Alert turned away to tap in coordinates and a locking code. The portal yawned open before them, and he steeled himself for the battle he was about to enter, then led his soldiers through the ground bridge.


Sundance clenched her jaws, black dentals ground as she turned up and twisted her body sharply to turn around. Her wings curved up and pumped down, keeping her in the air as she hovered for a brief moment, red optics searching. Her spark clenched when she saw the massive creature as it plunged back down towards the ground. It had only been in the open for a few minutes, but already it was causing mass destruction. More buildings were beginning to lean dangerously from the new shifts in the earth caused by it's tunneling. Soon, there wouldn't be much of a city left.

She stretched her wings out then brought them down hard, slicing through the air. Her optics focused on the monster. She snarled, hissing, "Driller." The beast's presence proved everything. Driller was never far away from it's master. Shockwave was nearby, he had to be.

Sundance closed in on him quickly, pulling the liquid fire from her belly. Her armor lifted and spun and she opened her jaws wide to unleash a mountain of flames over his side as she swept past. The beast groaned, angling his body outward in an attempt to escape her fire. Sundance pulled her wings in and spiraled beneath him to straighten out on the other side. She searched for a weakness, a break in the armor. She kept pace with it, turning with it as it began to coil it's body.

Shells began to bounce off of armor in a show of sparks, and with a quick glance down, Sundance saw that Flashback was trotting along beneath them, raising his rifle up to fire whenever he thought he saw an open spot. She caught a glimpse of Backlash streaking towards them, blades drawn.

Sundance turned her full attention back to Driller, red optics narrowing. His armor keeps shifting, too thick to penetrate. Can't break through it. She vented, turning her body up to ascend. She tensed when Backlash called, 'Sundance! It's heading straight towards a building full of people!'

Sundance kept rising, beating her wings to move faster. She shifted her wings, folding them around her body as she curved down and plummeted towards Driller's head. She ordered, 'Evacuate them! We can't risk any more lives! I want you to gather them and get them the pit out!'

She spread her wings at the last moment, the tips of her feathers slicing neat little cuts into the spiraling cables around Driller's head. She turned hard, clawed feet seeking purchase on it's mouth. She balanced for just as second, wings flapping and tail stiff for balance. She opened her jaws and blew fire into his mouth. The beast seemed to jolt, body seizing up with pain as her flames melted the inside of it's maw. With a shriek, it began to tilt. The plates around the head began to move faster, and Sundance was forced to back away before her limbs were ripped from her body.

She kept breathing fire, the river of flames filling it's insides. A few cables on Driller's neck darted forward to wrap around her. Sundance dodged them, cutting off the fire with a snap of her jaws. She shifted her wings and pulled herself up to fly over the top of his head and down his back. Driller attempted to follow, turning as much as it could, an enraged, spark-chilling roar leaving it. Sundance spiraled away from it's body, leading it away.


Ash held her son close, one arm wrapped tight around him with the other raised, gun gripped in her hand. Her eyes were to the windows, or what she could see out of them after the shop keepers had haphazardly thrown up sheets of plywood and scraps of two-by-fours against them. She could hear the frightened breathing of several other people. At least twenty of them had crammed their asses inside the little corner shop. They were all huddled against the back wall, all but her and her son, who had begged her to keep holding him, and a sixty or seventy year old man with a buzz cut.

Ash clenched her jaw, "I knew this would happen again," her voice was a low hiss, pale eyes narrowed in a heated glare as she watched what remained of the bots scramble away like they had one of Ironhide's cannons aimed at their ass. "Damn decepticons."

To her surprise, the man responded, shifting his hold on his own firearm, "The autobots should have been here by now. Optimus would never wait this long to stop a decepticon threat."

"You know Optimus," Ash said, giving him a sideways look, "how the hell do you know Optimus."

"I worked with him," The man said simply, "back when the decepticons first attacked earth. We made a damn good team, I still don't understand why they shut down N.E.S.T. operations."

"N.E.S.T.?" Ash repeated, blinking at him, "You mean like, Diego Garcia, human and autobot working together N.E.S.T.?"

"That's the only one I know."

"Oh my God," Ash said, stepping back to really look at him. He was tall, straight-backed, carrying himself with a military-like discipline His hair was mostly gray, but there was still spots of blonde and brown in it. His eyes were clear. "You're Will Lennox, aren't you?"

He paused, glancing at her in surprise. He said, "I am. How do you know me?"

"My uncles and mimi used to talk about you and Epps when I was little," She began, "Uncle P-" She paused with a little huff, realizing that he may not know them by their nicknames like she did, "Uncle Alec and Alex."

His eyes widened, "Gears' boys?"

She grinned, "That's right. You remember a scrawny little loud mouthed brat named Rex?"

"The one that put a coconut bra on Ironhide?"

Ash laughed despite the situation, "Yeah, that would be him. I'm his daughter, Ash."

This time, he stepped back to look her over, "Damn, I had no idea, but I can see it. You look just like him."

She grinned, "I take after him more than my mom. I grew up around Demona and her sparklings, that's how I know the autobots."

They both turned back to the windows. After another moment, Lennox shook his head with a chuckle, "That crazy ass kid. I had no idea he found himself a girl and settled."

Ash smiled slightly, looking down when she felt her son shift. He had his face buried in her shirt, legs wrapped tight around her waist and little hands fisted in her top. She stroked her fingers down his back to soothe him, "It's alright, baby. Everythings going to be okay."

"They're retreating," Lennox said quietly, sharp eyes watching as the last mechs and femmes took off like bats out of hell. "why are they retreating?"

Ash pursed her lips like she was going to answer, but froze when she felt the ground shift and shake. A shadow fell over the earth, some massive shape blocked out the sun. Her eyes raised to it, and widened. Lennox breathed, "What the hell is that?"

"I...I don't know," Ash whispered, watching as the monster rose higher and higher, like it was coming right out of a nightmare. "I've never seen it before."

"Whatever the hell it is, it's coming here." Lennox shifted his gun, taking a step back from the window. Ash stayed where she was, frozen in place. The beast kept coming towards them, hovering in the air with it's wide open mouth pointed down at them. Her eyes shifted, flying back to the ground when she caught movement. Two bots she'd never seen before, one short and blue, the other tall and black, darted into the fray. The blue one had some giant ass rifle in his arms and was taking quick shots. The black one was simply keeping up, watching carefully from behind a red visor. Confusion filled her. Decepticons?

The blue mech turned, and she caught a glimpse of his optics-bright and blue, so blue they reminded her of Jolt. There was a look of panic and determination on his face plates. Undeniably autobot. "What the hell his going on?" She asked. Autobot and decepticon working together? Then what were the others? And these two looked like they were trying to stop the monster from attacking, not help it. Their heads suddenly tilted back, both pausing. Ash followed their gaze and nearly hit the floor when she saw what they were looking at.

At first all she could see was a streak of red, slicing through the air like an arrow with wings pulled in. The shape cut down in front of the monster, wings exploding open in a show of strength and flapped to stay aloft. The dragon attached to them was bigger than Ash remembered, with longer horns and sharper claws. She stretched out her powerful legs, feet resting against one of the plates that made up the beast's mouth, and leaned back with her jaws open. Rose red plates lifted and began to spin. Fire spilled out of her mouth in a blast that filled the beast's face and mouth.

"Its her," Ash whispered, unable to look away as the dragon continued her assault on the beast, "Its..."

Her eyes fell from the sky when the people behind her screamed. Lennox tensed a few steps away from her, shouldering his rifle with his eyes set on the black mech when he dropped to a kneel in front of the shop. All at once, thoughts began to rush through Ash's head. She looked at the tall, black mech for just a moment, taking in the details of his appearance in one sweep. Black angled armor. Red visor. Black blades. Horns. Tall. Thin. Red visor, red optics. Black armor. The image of a tiny sparkling sitting on the red dragon's back filled her mind, small black hands patting away and red optics wide and bright with adoration.

"No!" She shouted, swinging her arm out to push Lennox's weapon away with her little pistol, "Don't!"

He sent her a crazy look, "It's a decepti-"

Ash cut him off, looking at the mech, "Backlash!"

The mech froze, face plates shifting into a tight expression. She almost sighed with relief then rushed forward to yank open the door, "Thank GOD you're here!"

"I don't know you," The mech said slowly, his voice soft and quiet. Ash's face nearly split with a smile.

She said, "Oh hell yes, you do. Are you and Sundance-" He tensed again at the mention of the dragon's name, but couldn't say anything in response because it was then that the other mech bounced over.

Ash's eyes widened at the sight of the blue mech, who she recognized immediately. She said, voice high with disbelief, "Flashback?!"

"Ash!" Flashback cheered, grinning wide, "pit, it's great to see you!"

"Well hell, is the whole gang here or what?" Ash asked, shifting her son to her side.

"Nope, just us three!" Flashback continued, nearly pushing his brother out of the way, "Holy shit! Is that your brat? When did you have a baby?"

"What the hell is going on here!" Lennox demanded, "who are you!"

"These are Demona and Jolt's kids," Ash explained quickly without looking at him, "that badass up in the sky is Sundance, and these two are Flashback and Backlash. I can't believe you're actually here."

"We'll celebrate later," Backlash cut in, "the burrowers have gone back underground but you still need to evacuate, now. You're in the middle of Driller's-"

"Thats his name?" Flashback started, "thats...original."

Backlash cut him a look, then returned to Ash and Lennox, "You're in the way. If you don't get out and move now, you'll be crushed."

Lennox snapped out of his shock, turning to the people behind him, "Alright! You heard him!"

Ash stared at the two for a moment longer, unable to wrap her head around how much things had changed. She whispered, "God, you two got big."

"Dad says we still got room to grow," Flashback said proudly, puffing out his chest. He grunted when Backlash elbowed him hard enough to make him stumble.

Backlash focused on her again and finished, "Just get everyone out. We'll try to stop Driller."

And just like that, the two of them were gone. Ash blinked a couple of times at the empty space before her before looking up when she heard the huge beast, Driller, scream in pain. The sound was deep and mechanical, and it made her blood run cold. Sundance was backing away, pulling herself up higher into the air to avoid his tentacles.

Ash bit her lip, unable to tear herself away as emotions and thoughts ripped through her. Her boy moved, and she felt him lift his head to stare. He said, "Mommy, whats happening?"

"Thats an angel, Axel," Ash said softly, a bit of tension leaving her when Sundance led the beast away from them. She stuck her gun into her jeans and pointed at Sundance, "you see her? She's fighting for us."

"Is she going to make the monsters go away?"

"Yes." Ash promised. She lingered for a moment longer, watching. She didn't move until Lennox called for her.

She shifted Axel to her front again, and ran after the humans when they began to file out of the building using the emergency exit.


Sundance strained her body, twisting so hard in the air her systems protested with a sharp whine. She escaped Driller's tentacles, straightening out again ahead of it. Thoughts and commands were rushing through her processor, but she couldn't think of a way to bring the massive beast down. If she heated then split it's armor, she could get underneath...but it's armor never stopped moving. It was always shifting, always spinning around it's frame. She couldn't destroy Driller that way.

Sundance ground her dentals together, trying her hardest to come up with some kind of solution.

She tilted her body against the winds, pulling a wide circle. Driller followed, curving over his own body, creating thick coils of spinning gray armor. She kept circling, rising higher and higher, trying to contain him in one area. Driller stayed right on top of her aft.

A flash of crimson below her, the sound of a weapon powering up. Sundance went rigid with alarm, spark pulsing in her chest. She tilted her head to look down with one optic, meeting the gaze of a massive mech.

Her optics widened, frame growing cold with dread and memory. The mech had a heavy build, with skeletal shaped armor and a massive fusion cannon mounted on one arm. A cannon that was currently pointed up, at her. Sundance stared at him, pain filling her head when she remembered her first moments of Lunar Song, when this mech had been among the seekers that had deceived her. Her lip plates pulled back, and she snarled, "Shockwave."

Acting without thought, Sundance brought her wings in and curved her body down in a steep dive, angled at the mech. She opened her jaws in a challenging roar. Shockwave smiled at her, barrel of his cannon lighting. He let out a low hiss and Driller turned away from her, pulling out back into the streets. Sundance put the beast from her processor, focused solely on Shockwave.

When he fired, Sundance spiraled sharply to the left, just barely missing the blast. The heat from it seared her armor, but she kept racing towards him. She landed hard against Driller's body, within biting range of the mech. She showed her dentals at him, managing to step across moving armor to keep from loosing a hand or a foot.

"Hello, Lunar Song," Shockwave greeted.

"That is not my name," She ground out.

"I rebuilt you," He continued, voice soft and frigid, "I decide who you are and who you are not."

Sundance clenched her jaws, "You destroyed my life!"

"I gave you life, youngling, you belong to me."

Sundance started forward with a harsh snarl. He opened his arms like he was welcoming her. "I belong to no one but my family," Sundance hissed, "I'm going to make you pay for everything you've done."

The mech chuckled, "Not today, but I do look forward to it."

Sundance tensed, pulling back sharply when he gave a command in cybertronian. Driller's entire body shifted directions, coils pulling tighter and body tilting down. Sundance moved back, looking up frantically. Driller was plunging back into the ground. Sundance was forced to take flight, rising high above them before the beast's coils unraveled and vanished back into the earth, taking Shockwave with them.


OKAY GUYS. ANYTIME NOW. Seriously, Optimus.

I have no idea why this story has so many long ass chapters. This bitch was eleven pages long. ohmygawd LENNOX. He's a bit OC here...I need to go back and watch the movies so I can get him back into character. And the part where Sundance is trying to lure Driller away...I don't like it. It's too...boring or something. But I've been writing this thing for a little over two days. Kinda gettin' sick of it.

Sundance and her family, the burrowers, Ash and Axel, and the story belongs to me. Transformers does not.