CHAPTER 13

Optimus stepped toward the Decepticon. "So you were using me all this time?" he said. "What? Was the entire episode with those Decepticons planned?" Was I such an idiot for falling for it? Why didn't I realize there was something fishy about him? Stupid, stupid!

Sixshot gave him a smug stare. Even though they could only see the top half of his face the expression was obvious.. "Oh that part wasn't planned but it sure helped me play the role better," he explained. "I had to make it look as authentic as possible. You see I chose Devcon because he was a completely trustworthy Autobot. Granted he was a bit of a sour puss, but his manner and personality fit my role just fine. Oh, sure he was a great Autobot and a great cyber ninja but he was also the kind of person that worked alone and didn't have a lot of friends." he laughed. "Plus his temperament was easily exploited. Thanks to his hatred of Decepticons and his walk the line attitude, I could nearly do and say what I wanted without looking suspicious. It was perfect!"

"So what about the part with Sentinel?" Optimus demanded, pulling out his ax.

"Simple; I needed a scapebot and Sentinel was the easiest transformer for that purpose," he answered, waving his gun around as he explained. "For one thing he seemed like the person who would do anything to stay where he is and for another... his frame was easy to copy. So why not choose him? That would make things much easier. With him out of the way there would be no ruling Magnus. Without a ruling Magnus, the Elders and the rest of the council would be like sheepticons and do what the majority says or face the consequences."

"They would not!" Sentinel shouted.

Sixshot ignored him. "I would have been able to keep it going if it wasn't for the ninja and that stupid tehcno organic." he glared at them. "I don't know how you came back to life but I'm going to make sure this time you don't." He pointed the gun right at Prowl's face. "It's too bad Megatron won't be able to use your shell."

Prowl refused to flinch, even with the huge gun stuffed into his face."You wouldn't be able to get away with it anymore," he told him. "We all know who you really are. We'd be able to expose you easily."

"Not if you're all dead," he shot back. He looked at the two Primes and the Elders. "Now that I have all the key players in one room, I can take you all out and just free Megatron myself." Suddenly he removed the gun from Prowl's face, changing his target and shooting Alpha Trion in the chest before anyone could stop him.

The old robot didn't even have time to react before the blast slammed into him, knocking him off his feet and over the table. He crashed into the floor, his chest smoking. Everyone stared at the fallen Elder. He tried to stay something but nothing came out. His optics flickered for a moment then blinked out. Perceptor made a move, whether to stop Sixshot from firing again or to help his comrade but was shot before he could do either. His body bounced off the wall and crashed into the floor, landing beside the other Elder.

Sixshot turned his gun on Prowl next but, before he could fire, a blue bolt of energy hit him in the hand. He yelped in surprise dropping the gun which clattered harmlessly to the floor.

Optimus saw his chance and dived at the sand colored Decepticon, his head slamming into the taller robot's stomach plating. Prowl moved to help, pulling out one of his throwing stars and also jumping on him. Sixshot made a move to grab his gun off the floor but it was kicked away.

While the three robots wrestled on the floor Sari started to run around the side of the table to help the Elders but a voice stopped her. "Wait!"

She froze then looked over her shoulder. She saw Sentinel was looking right at her and seemed to be doing the worm. He was crawling across the floor and seemed to be trying to get to her. "Get me loose," he ordered.

She didn't move. "Why should I?" she demanded, putting her hands on her hips. "So you can complain that an flithy freak of nature touched you?"

He glared at her. "Listen to me, you stupid girl!" he shouted. "I don't have time to worry about getting parasites from you right now!" he did a weird body jump, landing right in front of her face. "Those two idiots won't be able to take that Decepticon out by themselves. They will need help because that piece of rusted chassis is a professional assassin! Now let me loose!"

'They are not idiots!" she shot back, totally offended. "You're an idiot for thinking that! They'd fought more Decepticons than you ever talked to! They can take out a so called assassin! So shut your big mouth!"

He said nothing for a moment then burst out angrily. "I.. you... WILL YOU JUST GET ME LOOSE!?"

"Not until you say you're sorry!" she shot back, folding her arms and looking him right in the eye.

Meanwhile Prowl and Optimus were having a hard time holding onto Sixshot. For one thing he was much bigger than either of them and for another he had something they didn't. Guns. Lots of guns. Optimus found that out the hard way. He'd been trying to grab onto Sixshot's arm when the Decepticon pulled a small blaster out of nowhere and fired it at him.

He took the blast in the face, letting go of the robot and slamming into the floor on his back. He didn't get back up, the blast had rendered him unconscious.

"Optimus!" Prowl exclaimed, temporarily distracted.

"Look out, Prowl!" Sari screamed, noticing the Decepticon turning the gun on the cyber ninja. She ran around Sentinel and fired a blast at Sixshot's hand.

He saw it coming and blocked it with his hand. "Not this time, freak," he said, turning his gun on her instead.

Her eyes widened in horror and she tried to get out of the way but it was too late. He took aim and fired, having no trouble hitting his smaller target. Since she was so small the entire blast hit her whole body. She screamed in agony as she flew across the room and slammed into the wall, hitting her head on the metal surface. She fell to the floor and blacked out.

Prowl stared at her in horror. "Sari!" He had a flashback of what nearly happened to her back at the dojo.. She'd nearly died then and now... he snapped. He turned around and faced Sixshot who was getting to his feet. He locked his gaze with the other robot, murder in his optics. "That was the biggest mistake you could have made," he said in a low voice.

Sixshot didn't even look away. The look amused him because it was so unexpected. "What's that face for?" he asked, spinning the gun on his finger. "She was just a freak. She didn't deserve to live."

"You are wrong," Prowl said, stalking toward him, his optics flickering angrily under his visor. "And you are going to pay for that!" he pulled out two stars grasping them tightly in his hands. "You're going to pay with your spark!"

He charged.

Sixshot's optics widened in surprise. He raised his gun but, before he could fire, Prowl crashed into him, knocking him off his feet again and knocking him into the floor. Before he could get up, Prowl drug both of his throwing stars into his arm serves. He cried out in agony.

Prowl didn't even hesitate. He dug the sharp points in deeper, piercing some wires that shot off blue sparks. "How do you like it, Sixshot?" he asked coldly. "Want some more?!"

"Yoketron!" Minerva screamed, watching in horror. "What have you done?!"

"Don't worry," the master said, his eyes glued on the image on the screen.

"Don't worry?!" she exclaimed, staring at him in utter disbelief. "He's going to kill him!"

"No," Yoketron said. "He's just channelling his rage."

"Channelling nothing!" she exclaimed, pointing at the screen. She wondered if they were even watching the same thing. "That's murderous intent! Did you want this?"

"No."

"Then what was the point of it?!"

"Control. Pure control. He still has much to learn."

"Stop saying that!"

Sixshot finally managed to get Prowl off of him. He used did a scissor move with his leg, trapping Prowl's left foot and rolled over, knocking the Autobot off balance. Prowl hit the floor and tried to get up. The Decepticon, his servos sparking painfully but still functional, grabbed his arm and yanked him back. He slammed into the sand colored robot who wrapped his arms around him and pinned his back to his chest. The cyber ninja struggled to free himself but it did no good. He was stuck.

"Well played, Autobot," he said, in his left audio receptor. "You're making me see even more why Megatron wanted us to steal your shell. Because of that temper of yours, this body would have made a very good Decepticon host."

Prowl still tried to get loose. "My shell would never accept a Decepticon spark," he growled.

"Of course it would," Sixshot said. "You're little temper tantrum just proved it. When your rage takes control of you, you act just as ruthless as any us. It's a shame you chose to stay with the weaklings. We could have used somebody like you in our ranks."

"No!" Prowl shouted, attempting to kick at the Decepticon's legs but not doing a very good job. He didn't want to listen to such garbage. It wasn't true. "I care too much for the things Decepticons hate to join you."

"That could easily be changed," Sixshot told him. "We've done it before. We can do it again."

"No, I won't let it happen."

"It's not like you have a choice," the Decepticon said. "I can still kill you without damaging your pretty little shell, my short tempered friend, and put you to better use."

The cyber ninja clenched his fists and attempted to hit the robot holding him but found he couldn't move them. "I won't allow myself to be killed by a piece of junk like you!"

"I am afraid you don't have a choice." he put the gun to his head. "Say hello to Yoketron for me, if that's where you end up."

But, before he could pull the trigger, a bulky blue figure smashed into him. Taken by surprise he dropped his gun and loosened his grip on Prowl. The cyber ninja saw his chance and broke free, twisting around and kicking the Decepticon in the face. The sand colored robot slammed into the wall and fell to the floor.

That's when Prowl got a good look at who had come to his aid and his mouth dropped open in surprise. "Sentinel?" he said.

Sentinel Prime still stasis cuffed but on his feet looked back at him. "I owed you," he told him grudgingly. "That's all. Now would you kindly get these things off me?!"

Prowl hesitated a moment then realized he needed help. With the Elders, Optimus and Sari out of commission he needed someone to help him take out Sixshot. The Decepticon was proving to be a challenge.

"Fine," he said, taking out another throwing star and going around behind the other Prime. "Hold still." He could have used processor over matter to release him but it would have taken too long. He sliced at the cuffs, breaking them at the clasp parts. The cuffs fell off and hit the floor.

"Thanks," Sentinel said, rubbing his wrists. "Now let's take care of this traitor."

But he didn't have time to do anything because a blast of energy hit him in the chest and knocked him against the wall. Prowl stared at him then looked back at Sixshot. So much for my help. The Decepticon had gotten back up and had another gun. "Looks like he won't be much help now will he?"

Prowl started to say something then heard a groan and looked back toward the blue Autobot. Sentinel, though damaged pretty badly, was getting to his feet. "Hey!" Sixshot exclaimed, his optics flaring in surprise. "That should have knocked you offline! How are you still functional?"

The dark blue Autobot glared at him. "You think that little pot shot will knock me offline that easily?" he demanded. "I don't think so!"

The Decepticon stared at him. He hadn't expected this. Prowl was surprised. He'd never seen this side of Sentinel before. He'd only ever seen the egotistical jerk side. "I don't appreciate being used as a scapebot," he said, taking his lance out of subspace. "and if you think I'm going to just stand back and let you soil my good name with that load of crap you've got another thing coming."

Okay so maybe he's still thinking with his ego. Prowl thought. I shouldn't be surprised.

"So what are you going to do?" the Decepticon asked, tauntingly. "Poke me with your pot sticker?"

'That's it!" the other Prime charged, swinging his lance at the Decepticon.

Sixshot grabbed the end of the lance and jerked it away from himself. 'Too slow." he kicked him in the chest, knocking him back.

By then Prowl was moving to help. When Sentinel came flying at him he sidestepped the bigger bot and kept on coming. Sixshot fired his gun at him but this time he was ready and dodged all the blasts. When he got close enough to him he round house kicked him in the face.

The hit was so powerful that is cracked Sixshot's battle mask, exposing some of his mouth. He got up, disloging loose parts and grinding his teeth. "You're going to regret that," he growled.

"I don't think so," Prowl shot back, swinging at him with his fist

Sixshot grabbed it but wasn't expecting a second punch. The cyber ninja's fist smashed into the mask, cracking it more and shattering off a good sized chunk. By then Sentinel had gotten back up and was making his way toward the two fighting robots. He took a chance and threw his shield. It made contact with the tall robots shoulder, the sharp edge cutting a deep gash in the metal. Sixshot growled, "You cut my armor!" glaring down at the damage and kicking Prowl away. The cyber ninja landed on the table but didn't stay down. He got back up, aware that Sentinel was right beside him. Of course he had a different reason for wanting to take Sixshot out but, right now who cared? This nut was going to kill them and probably already had killed the other four. They couldn't let him kill again.

The Decepticon faced them both and pulled out yet another gun, this one bigger. He aimed at both bots and fired. A vortex of flame came spiraling at them. By then Sentinel's shield had done its boomerang thing and he used it to block the blast. Prowl jumped over the dark blue robot and dived toward Sixshot like a warhead, his arms out in front of him and his hands set to grasp the robot's arms. Sixshot looked up at him, pulled out a smaller gun, and fired. The bolt of plasma hit Prowl square in the chest and he flew back over Sentinel's head and into the table. This time it was a little harder to get up but the sight of Sari and the others still lying on the floor offline made him get up again, though his body was starting to protest. He hadn't taken any time to repair himself after his "discussion" with Lockdown and he was starting to feel the affects.

He forced himself off the table and ran back at Sixshot.

By then Sentinel had managed to get a few hits in but hadn't caused very much damage. Though the other robot was bleeding in a few areas, Sentinel was bleeding worse from a huge gash the taller robot had put in his frame using Devcon's sword. He easily dispatched the Autobot with a quick blast to the head. Sentinel fell like a broken toy and this time didn't get back up.

Now it was just Prowl and Sixshot. The sand colored Decepticon grinned at him through his broken face mask. "Just one left," he said in a taunting voice. "The ninja and the assassin. Who will win?"

Prowl changed his stance. "Not you," he said.

"Brave words," the Decepticon said unimpressed. "But remember; I've already taken out all five of your comrades. What are your chances?"

Prowl smirked back at him. "Much better than you think."

Sixshot studied him a moment then shook his head. "No," he said. "much worse."

Then he raised his gun and fired.

He did it so fast that Prowl was unable to get out of the way. The plasma bolt hit him with such force that he flew backward and crashed onto the table, sliding across it and nearly falling off the other side. This time when he tried to get up his body disobeyed him. He couldn't move. He was too low on power.

Sixshot crossed the room, holding his gun over his shoulder. "Don't bother getting up again," he told him. "It won't do you any good." he stopped in front of him and leaned over, grinning in his face. Now that Prowl could see his mouth he noticed the robot was missing a few teeth which were replaced by spikes. "You should feel privileged. Your shell will be the only one I won't dismember." he straightened up, looking him over again. Prowl's optics locked on the other robots damage. Now that he saw it up close it looked pretty severe but the Decepticon acted like he didn't notice or care. "We can still use somebody like you. I can avoid killing you right now and take you with me unconscious. You just have to say the word."

"Never."

Sixshot raised his gun and rested it against his forehead. "Wrong word."

"Sari! Sari!"

"Huh?"

"Wake up or Prowl's going to die!"

Sari's eyes snapped open. She found herself lying on the floor of the conference room. Her eyes took in the fallen Autobots and then the sand colored robot. He was a blurry image standing by the table leaning over something black and gold. She pushed herself up to get a better look. Her vision cleared and she saw who it was. Prowl!

She scrambled to her feet though her body and now her head protested. She ignored the pain and stumbled over toward the two robots, her mind instantly coming up with a solution. "Hey!" she yelled.

Both robots turned their attention to the floor. Sari opened her hands and created a huge blue orb of energy. She let it loose with a yell and watched with satisfaction when it hit Sixshot square in the face and knocked him out cold. He fell limply to the floor. Sari ran toward the table, stepping around the fallen Decepticon, jumping on the table top and becoming the sole thing in Prowl's stare. "You're okay," he said, sounding relieved.

"Of course I am," she said, walking over to him. "My body hurts like crazy but I'm fine." she put her hand on his arm, taking in his damage. "You on the other hand...."

"I'll be fine," he said, forcing a smile. "It's just a few dents." he looked around the room. "But what about them?"

The girl turned her attention back to the other Autobots. "Let me check." she jumped down from the table and ran from Autobot to Autobot, resting her hand on each of their frames and concentrating. When she was done she ran back to him. "They're all alive," she told him. "They just need repairs." she turned to leave. "I'll go find somebody to get help."

He grabbed her arm between two fingers. "Wait, Sari," he said.

She looked back at him.

"I'm glad you are all right," he said, seeming to be having a hard time coming up with the right words. "When he shot you and you were laying on the floor like that I.... I just..." he had to admit it to her. "I lost it. I nearly killed him."

He was that upset about it? About me? Even though his words weren't supposed to, they made her feel better. He cares that much for me? "It's all right," she said, gently.

"No, it's not all right," he argued. "I shouldn't have lost my temper like that. I'm an Autobot. I shouldn't act..."

"It's all right," she said again, touching his hand. "Nobody is perfect. Nobody has to know.."

He looked away. He didn't bother arguing with her.

"Why don't you wait here?" she said. "I'll get a medic and be right back."

He let her go. "Thank you."

She smiled. "No problem." then she jumped off the table and ran out the door.

Prowl watched her go then forced himself to sit up. He looked down at Sixshot, the Decepticons words coming to him. He'd been right. He hadn't given it much thought before but he'd been right. I could have just as easily become one of them.

He stood up and started searching the floor for something. But I won't. he found the item and walked over to the assassin. I won't become like him. Not if I can help it.

A/N

I know Sixshot in G1 and headmasters was a sixchanger and he still is but I also gave him a LOT of guns. Partly to make up for the fact that everyone else didn't have any. XD Hey I know Senty's a jerk but come on. I had to let him do something redeeming. Much as I don't like him... I can still make him in character while being heroic... don't ask. I suck at fight scenes. This whole chapter was one.