Hi Blaster 2.0 here! I should have mentioned this in the first chapter, but I forgot. So here it is, I own only some of the bots in this story. They are Iron Blade, Cog, Sixgun, Aragon, Whirr, Blades, Bug, the new breed of terrorcons, and the world this all happens on. My sister Skyshadow54 owns Skyshadow and Steeldust. The rest is Hasbro's. Enjoy!

Chapter two Gathering forces

All the Autobots, except Optimus Prime and Ratchet who are back at base, and Bulkhead and Blades who have left the planet to go find reinforcements, are all out on patrol, searching for the last Decepticons.

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"Optimus, we are receiving a transmission from Iron Blade, should I send it through?" asked Ratchet as Optimus Prime strode into the room.

"Yes Ratchet, send it through," replied the Prime

Ratchet clicked a few buttons on the computer and the transmission came through.

"Prime, stop all your searches now!"

"Iron Blade, what is going on?" asked Optimus

"Hun-Gurrr is building an army. Shockwave modified him, and he now has the power to create new terrorcons for it. He is hunting Cybertronians to do it. He already has the rest of the Decepticons, and resurrected the dead mecha in the battle field. Prime, you need to call in all the Autobots you have out of your base."

"Iron Blade, why are you giving us this information freely?" Optimus asked, suspicion in his tone.

"Because, I helped create this problem, and I would like to help resolve it if I can," replied the grey mech. "And if you would accept me, I would like to join the Autobots. I understand if you don't want me."

"We would be glad to have you on our side, Iron Blade, just send Ratchet your coordinates." The Prime turned to the medic, who had opened his mouth to protest.

"Ratchet, send him a ground bridge."

Ratchet gave him a look, but merely huffed his displeasure. "Yes, Optimus."

After clicking a few keys on the computer, and pulling down on a handle, a ground bridge appeared, and Iron Blade soon walked in.

"Good to have you with us," said the Prime

Ratchet, surprisingly, said nothing, simply glaring in the Decepticon's direction.

Iron Blade looked around, ignoring the medic. "Good to be here."

Then, Optimus Prime opened up the comm to all the Autobots.

"Calling all Autobots, out on patrol. Return to base for an urgent meeting. Come quickly, it is dangerous to be out. I will explain when you all return."

/

While Iron Blade was contacting the Autobots, just outside a forest, Hot Rod, Sunstreaker, and Blurr were out on patrol, looking for the last Decepticons. But they would find a different group of enemies this day.

"Hey, Sunstreaker. I just got a comm from Optimus requesting us to come back to base," said Hot Rod

"Yeah, I got the message too. I wonder what the urgent meeting is for," replied Sunstreaker.

"I know. Well, we should get back to base. And we should go find Blurr," said Hot Rod.

"Right behind you," replied Sunstreaker.

And the two Lamborghinis were off in a flash. They drove for a few miles before Hot Rod spotted a small, crumpled, blue object lying on the ground in the distance.

"Blurr!" the red and yellow yelled.

The two Autobots raced over to their comrade. After observing him for a few astrokliks, they saw that Blurr was offlined.

"Decepticons! They did this!" Hot Rod yelled angrily, not noticing the huge, two-headed beast quietly moving behind them.

Sunstreaker felt the presence of someone almost touching him. He turned slowly and saw a terrifying beast almost in his face.

"Hot Rod turn around slowly," the frontliner said through an internal comm.

Hot Rod turned around and gasped as he saw the terrifying beast slowly coming closer. In an instant, the huge beast raised it's two heads in the air and screamed. Suddenly, terrorcons ran out of the forest from all directions. Hot Rod and Sunstreaker were surrounded. They fought off many terrorcons, but their numbers were too great.

Hot Rod fell.

"Hot Rod!" Sunstreaker yelled, seeing that his comrade was offline.

Suddenly, he was knocked to his knees and held there. A terrorcon, looking eerily like Motormaster, stepped forward with a raised sword.

"Step aside!" the great beast yelled as he walked towards them, both its heads saying the words, as if as in an echo.

Everyone froze.

The huge terrorcon transformed.

"Hun-Gurrr?" the golden yellow Autobot asked in surprise, optics widening.

"Yes, I am Hun-Gurrr, the great hunter, the new king of this world!" bellowed the giant.

"Wow, I didn't hear a word you said because you're so loud," remarked Sunstreaker snappishly.

"Now that attitude is going to get you killed!" growled Hun-Gurrr as he charged one of his guns. "But I'm sure you already knew that."

Hun-Gurrr aimed the gun at Sunstreaker, and fired. "Release him!"

The terrorcons let Sunstreaker fall to the ground. The young mech tried to fight the poison, but it was no use. His armour colour went dark and he closed his indigo optics, only to open them again and reveal a dark pink colour. He got to his pedes and picked up his sword and gun. Then bowing, with an evil glint in his optics, he said, "What is your bidding my king?"

"We have Autobots to hunt. Terrorcons, we shall continue the chase!" growled the beast. Aiming his gun where the dead and wounded lay, he charged it and fired.

The terrorcons rose, now without a scratch to reveal the battle they just died from. Sunstreaker, Hot Rod, and Blurr rose with them, now terrorcons themselves. And they all followed Hun-Gurrr in the hunt for the Autobots.

/

Back at base, almost all of the Autobots had returned. Only two more teams of three had to be ground bridged back to base so they could start the meeting.

On a mountain, far from base, Ironhide stood on a cliffside, servos crossed as he brooded. Behind him, two young mechs were arguing, as best friends did, about nonsensical nothing.

"No, Steeldust," Sideswipe said with a shake of his helm. "I'm pretty sure the plural term for moose is meese."

Steeldust made a face. "No, dum-dum. It's mooses."

Ironhide snorted. "It's just moose."

The pair stopped arguing and looked over at him, as if they'd forgotten he was there.

"You've been arguing about this for the past breem. One moose is a moose. Two moose are moose."

Exchanging a glance, the two young Autobots frowned.

The older warrior thought the brief silence behind him meant he'd won the argument and they would shut up and wait for the ground bridge.

He was wrong.

"Naw, it's totally meese," said Sideswipe with a wave of his hand. "Geese is plural for goose. And what does Ironhide know about grammar?"

"Says the guy who can't even spell," scoffed Steeldust, crossing his servos, unconsciously mirroring Ironhide's posture and expression. "It's mooses, Sideswipe."

"Shut up, ya idjits," growled Ironhide. Then, he turned to face them. "You two are hopeless."

"We know," Steeldust said calmly with a shrug.

"Of course, we are," added Sideswipe. "That's why you're here."

Ironhide muttered something under his breath and went back to staring at his scenery.

Just then, the familiar colours of a ground bridge appeared to their right. Saving Ironhide from the argument.

"We move," he grunted, already moving towards the ground bridge. "Come on, ya big, gangly mooses."

Steeldust turned his helm towards Sideswipe as they followed. Raising an optic ridge, he said smugly, "See?"

"No, it's meese," insisted Sideswipe. "And Ironhide, Steeldust is the gangly one, not me."

Raising a digit, the speedster spoke again. "It's lanky, Sideswipe. Lanky."

Ironhide rolled his optics and let out a loud huff as he entered the base, the two chatterboxes right behind him. With a quick scan of the main room, he noted that almost everyone was back already.

Plus Iron Blade. For some reason. Ironhide frowned and strode over for an explanation.

"If Sunstreaker was here, he would agree that it was meese," Sideswipe continued to argue as the ground bridge was shut off behind them. "Like mouse is mice."

The red frontliner kept walking, but paused when he didn't get the usual quick reply. Confused, he turned to face his friend.

Who'd gone very, very pale.

"Steel?" Sideswipe said, concern on his faceplate.

The speedster had stopped just out of the ground bridge tunnel, looking like he might collapse. His helm was down, but Sideswipe could hear him gasping.

Sideswipe rushed over as his friend began to sway, catching him and supporting him under his servos.

By this time, the pair had attracted the attention of the rest of the Autobots. And Iron Blade.

"Steeldust? What's wrong?" Sideswipe asked urgently, giving the speedster a slight shake.

Finally, Steeldust looked up, his blue-green optics wide and sorrowful.

"My brother's offline," he whispered.

Sideswipe felt a cold feeling creep over him.

"What?" he asked.

"Blurr. He's gone," muttered Steeldust, closing his optics and looking away.

"Sunstreaker was with him," thought Sideswipe frantically.

He poked his side of the twin bond, relieved when he got an answer.

But Sunstreaker felt nervous.

Something was wrong. And Sideswipe didn't think it felt like his twin knew about Blurr.

Ratchet strode over quickly, a frown etched deep into his faceplate.

"Help me get him to the medbay, Sideswipe," he ordered, moving to Steeldust's other side.

"I'll off' them," growled Steeldust under his breath. "They'll pay for offlining my brother."

"Another time, Steeldust," answered Ratchet, pulling him along.

Sideswipe felt Sunstreaker's nervousness turn to horror and then fear.

"Sunstreaker," he whispered, turning back towards the groundbridge tunnel.

"Someone get the last patrol back," Prowl commanded. "Ironhide, you and Cog go and provide backup."

Whirr ran and entered the last coordinates into the computer.

Sideswipe stood where he was, optics widened as Sunstreaker told him something over their twin bond.

"They got Hot Rod too," he said aloud.

As Cog and Ironhide ran over to stand and wait with him, Sideswipe spoke over the bond.

"Hold on, Sunny! We're coming!"

He then felt pain, so much pain, from Sunstreaker's side.

The reply he got broke him.

"I'm sorry, Sideswipe. Goodbye."

Sideswipe screamed, both through the bond and out loud.

"SUNSTREAKER!"

Falling to his knees, Sideswipe wept as his brother's spark felt weaker and weaker.

Ratchet ran out from the medbay when he heard the scream. He halted when he saw Sideswipe huddled on the ground.

"No," he muttered, optics wide.

Prowl and some of the others bowed their helms, knowing what was happening.

And what it would mean for Sideswipe.

Whirr's hands stilled over the lever that activated the groundbridge.

Suddenly, Sideswipe's vents caught and he whimpered out his twin's name.

"Sunny?"

Ratchet came and knelt beside him. "Sideswipe?"

Sideswipe shook his helm. "He's still alive. But there's something wrong. He feels... Different."

Iron Blade stepped forward grimly. "Hun-Gurrr. He's done this."

As one, all Autobot helms turned towards the Decepticon.

Steeldust peeked out from the medbay door.

"Please explain," said Optimus firmly, also taking a step forward.

"As I told you, Shockwave modified Hun-Gurrr. He has become what is now called the new terrorcons," Iron Blade said.

"Ah thought terrorcons were just part o' monster bedtime stories ta scare younglings," Jazz muttered.

"No," the former Decepticon said grimly. "The original terrorcons that formed Abominus are not the same as this new breed. Shockwave has remade them. Into what, I do not know exactly."

He paused, meeting the optics of several Autobots. "But I do know this. Hun-Gurrr has the power to control any that he shoots with his gun. And the power to resurrect the offline."

He then turned to Sideswipe and Ratchet.

"Sideswipe, your brother is not offline," the former Decepticon said.

"I know that," growled Sideswipe.

Iron Blade frowned. "But he is not the same. He is now under Hun-Gurrr's power as one of the new terrorcons."

Turning back to the rest, he continued. "The other two, if they are offline, will be resurrected and remade as part of his terrorcon army as well."

Ironhide stomped over, so close that Iron Blade had to step back to look up at him. "How do you know this?" the warrior yelled. "Why should we believe you, Decepticon?"

"Because I have witnessed it done," Iron Blade replied gravely, meeting the bigger warrior's glare. "The last battle that claimed many of both of our factions, is now wiped clean. All those who offlined, now serve him."

Gasps and cries of outrage came from various Autobots.

Ultra Magnus spoke up then. "Optimus, what should we do about this great dishonour? And great threat to our race."

Optimus turned to face his lieutenant. "We shall stop Hun-Gurrr from taking any more Cybertronians. And make him lay those he took back to rest."

Across the room, Sideswipe and Steeldust met each other's gazes. They wordlessly agreed that they would avenge their brothers.

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