It was a really difficult decision to make during this chapter. Which POV? Sunstreaker, or Barricade? Sorry if I've disappointed some of you... ^^''

The poll is still up on my profile and waiting for votes! If you want to see a new Transformers fan fiction, I suggest you vote.

But shit's about to go down in this POV change! Here we go!

Chapter 26

I raced down the dirt road, kicking up dust and making my alt. mode all the more dirty. Ugh, I hate this planet.

But I had one mission; save Charlese. I've had no contact with her in the past few months, and I hope she's ready. The moment I managed to sneak from the human, was the moment I realized that the Autobots were storming the Decepticon base. I needed to get there fast.

I continued to race through the desert, no longer caring for the dust gathering in my fenders. My focus was trained on the silver Mercedes racing out of the Decepticons' hidden tunnel. Was that...Soundwave?

I didn't care if it was him or not, I could see Charlese's figure inside, and from what my scans show me, it is her. Soundwave seemed to have noticed me because he picked up his speed and continued on his merry way. I wasn't having it, I sped up, ready to send him off course.

My engine screamed as I pushed it to go as fast as it could, and within seconds, I crashed into Soundwave's alt. mode.

We both transformed and landed, I watched Soundwave's every move as he held something in his hands. He lowered and opened them, releasing a shaken-up Charlese. Primus, she looks so different...

"So, this was your plan," Soundwave asked, looking down at the small human femme. She nodded, "Interesting."

"Hey 'Cade," she said, waving up at me. Numerous things were different about her. First off, her hair. Secondly, her optics- eyes, held emotions akin to fear. What have the Decepticons done to her?

"I trust you keep her safe," Soundwave said, looking at both me and...Ravage? What did Ravage have to do with this? I only nodded. Soundwave transformed and sped off to Primus knows where, leaving me with Charlese and Ravage.

I gazed down at the cassette, "What's up with Ravage?"

"Uh, he wanted to help...So I guess, in a way, I'm his 'master,'" she said uncertainly, she placed a hand on top of Ravage's head and he seemed to have leaned into the touch.

"Did the 'Cons treat you well?" She nodded, "This was quite the risk to take..."

The femme looked up to me, "Where do we go now?"

"You're not moving an inch, 'Con," A new voice joined the conversation and we look to our right to see a black mech with blue optics aiming his large cannons at us, more like me. Nine more mechs followed behind him.

I could hear Charlese curse under her breath, and mutter, "The Autobots..."

So this was why the Decepticons were fleeing? Interesting. Two familiar Autobots wheeled up to stand beside either side of the black mech, Ironhide. They were the twins. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. And they did not look too pleased. I raise my servos, "We don't want any trouble."

"Likewise," Ironhide said, spinning his cannons as if to intimidate me, "Let the femme go and maybe we won't kill you."

"No!" Charlese said, gaining the attention of everyone, "I'm staying with Barricade and Ravage."

A flourescent yellow mech stepped up, "Femme, do you know the danger of the Decepticons?"

"I lived with the Decepticons for five months, I know the risk. But these two aren't going to hurt me. Hell, they're not even Decepticons!" she glared at the Autobots, "Let us go."

Her back was facing me, and that was when I realized the rifle that sat upon it. She was the one killing the people those couple months ago. I never thought the Decepticons would use her for assassination, I expected her to be a saboteur.

"Not happening anytime soon," Ironhide growled, he opened fire. Hitting me pointblank on the shoulder before I could even make a move. I grunted in pain and placed a servo on my shoulder, glaring at the black mech. The florescent yellow one aimed his machine gun at me, and also opened fire. I took a couple steps back, feeling the bullets dig painfully into my armor and my protoform.

"No! Look, he's not fighting back!" I watched as Ravage was trapped by two Autobots, one yellow and black, the other red. The twins had transformed and activated their holoforms, moving in to capture Charlese. My attention was back to the bullets being fired at me, and I finally made a move to dodge. One of Ironhide's bullets grazed my helm.

I heard Charlese scream, and that was when I had enough.

I released a battle cry and lunged at Ironhide, knocking him over and repeatedly threw hits at his helm, each of which struck home.

"Let me go!" Charlese let out another scream, and I look to see her pinned down by three holoforms. That femme is strong, indeed.

Ironhide took this chance to throw me off of him, and he pinned me down. Servos wrapped firmly against my wrists and he straddled me to keep my from moving, "Where do you think you're going, Decepticreep?"

"I'm not a 'Con anymore! I'm a Neutral!" I growl, struggling to get out of his grip.

Charlese screamed again, this time, in pain. Immediately, I take action and writhed out of Ironhide's grip, racing to the troubled femme, only to be tackled and trapped on the ground again. I stare at Charlese, who relentlessly kept struggling. Sunstreaker's holoform was on top of her, holding her right arm painfully behind her back.

"No!" I heard myself shout subconsciously.

The human femme I've come to know let out a pained wail as Sunstreaker pulled her other arm onto her back. He firmly held them in place, causing pain and discomfort for the young human. Anger boiled in my energon. No one causes my human pain.

Charlese cried out again, I could see tears streaming down her face as we locked gazes for a split second. I glance over to where I last saw Ravage, only to see his motionless frame. He was forced into stasis.

I continued to struggle in Ironhide's grip, until I felt a servo on my helm and a sharp prick in my neck cables. It fades away, and I felt my squirming becoming feeble. I was sedated, as was Charlese, who was still fighting back.

"Barricade!" She cried out, screaming for his name, the femme was still in pain from the position she's in, "Help me!"

I couldn't do anything.

"Brother!"

I groaned as I onlined. My sensors' activation was delayed. Something was wrong.

Glancing around, I realize I'm not where I thought I was. I'm in an unfamiliar room, my servos handcuffed. What had happened?

"Brother!"

Charlese's last scream repeated itself in my head, and that was when I had a moment of clarity. We were captured by the Autobots.

I felt so...helpless when Charlese cried out for my assistance. I was sedated, pinned down, and I couldn't do anything to help her. I let down my charge...

I hung my helm in defeat and waited for something to happen. It had to of been hours before I noticed...

Nothing happened.

July 24, 2016, 2:52 pm