Woo. A new chapter. And this one didn't take two months! It's a bit shorter than the last one but I hope you enjoy!

And thank you for all the reviews! ;)

Onslaught walked alongside Vortex and Swindle through the ruins of Tarn. Though the others weren't much focused on the task, their mission was to recover their final team member.

"Stop falling behind Swindle." Onslaught heard Vortex say. "It's all a bunch of worthless scrap. You're wasting your time."

Swindle, who had been periodically stopping whenever he saw something he thought might be valuable threw the item he had just picked up over his shoulder, deciding that Vortex was right and it was indeed worthless. Even if it were worth a fortune, it wouldn't do Swindle much good. Any form of currency had been pretty much rendered null and void on Cybertron since the war began.

Onslaught found his thoughts going back in time, trying to imagine this city, his city like it was. It had been a flourishing industrial state before the war, Onslaught was one of the many factory workers, forming and welding harvested materials into functional products. It wasn't as harsh as the mines of Kaon, nor as luxurious as the halls of Iacon, but he was happy and content with his life there.

When tensions began to rise between the high council and Megatron's growing group of followers, Onslaught had to pick a side. He'd seen war before, millennia before this one. But this wasn't the same as fighting off alien invaders, this time he had to battle his own race. It was something they all had to grow accustomed to in time.

One of Megatron's first moves was coordinating the bombing of Tarn, so he could blame the attack on the Autobots. It wasn't a decision that Onslaught was happy with, but he couldn't deny its tactical sense. It was a compromise he'd been barely content with at the time, he knew all about sacrifice, but now seeing the destruction centuries later, it made him realise more than the other ruins did just how far they'd gone, and for what?

He was brought back to the present by Blast Off's voice crackling through his comlink. "Onslaught, you seen any sign of him yet?"

The Combaticon leader looked to the sky to see the small shape of a Decepticon jet circle overhead. "No Blast Off, but I feel we're getting close. Maintain aerial surveillance. If you see anything, I want to know."

"Roger that Onslaught. He's a big con so it shouldn't be too hard to spot him from up here."

The call ended, and the three Combaticons on the ground continued on in the same fashion they had before. It had only been a few minutes when something big caught their interest.

"Is that..." Vortex began.

"It is." Onslaught said back. They had come across a fallen colourless statue of Shockwave. Of course. When the Decepticons took over the city, Megatron had placed Shockwave as the governor of Tarn, tasking him with forming it into a model Decepticon polity. It already was, seeing as how most of Tarn's citizens were of a lower class and eager to join the former miner's cause. But that was a long time ago, and the broken statue proved it.

Swindle was already examining the giant sculpture, scavenging for any valuable materials. "How much do you think I could-" He stopped, jerking his head away from the statue instinctively, suddenly feeling a presence in the back of his mind. The other Combaticons were all looking in the same direction he now was. "Do you feel that?" He asked them.

"Yeah." Onslaught responded. "Its Brawl, and he's close. Let's move Combaticons!"

The three of them moved to run past the statue, following their senses. They soon came to the entrance of a large arena, with crumbled doors through which an intimidating ring surrounded by raised seating could be seen.

Onslaught activated his comlink. "Blast Off, we've found him." He said with certainty, knowing that Brawl was in there somewhere.

"I hear you Onslaught. I thought I felt something when I flew over the coliseum. I'll be there in a millicycle."

After informing Blast Off, they entered the structure. It was enormous and could easily accommodate a combiner or two. The seating was not exactly minimal either, hundreds of bots could fit inside. Possibly more.

Onslaught remembered this place well. Tarn Coliseum. He used to fight in here from time to time, but only to keep his wits sharp. He was not a gladiator like Megatron. He didn't need the money to survive. It was just a nice bonus to get while maintaining his combat skill.

Trying not to slip into a stasis of nostalgia, Onslaught focused on the task at hand; finding Brawl. After concentrating for a moment, he felt drawn to a curious pile of rubble located towards the edge of the arena.

"Here's under there." He pointed to the pile for the other Combaticons.

Before they could begin to speculate on their comrade's current wellbeing, the voice of Blast Off interrupted them. "Phew. Looks like he made a big entrance." He said, poking his head through a large hole in the ceiling before jumping through, landing on his feet hundreds of metres below with a thunk. "If he's under there, then I doubt he's in good shape." Blast Off pointed to the debris pile. "Let's get that scrap off of him." The Decepticon activated his weapons, and leveled his arm at the mound, ready to fire.

"No Blast Off!" Onslaught pushed his arm downwards, away from their sleeping companion. "We can't risk blowing away the pile and injuring Brawl further, or worse."

"Tch. Fine. But moving that stuff off him is gonna take a while."

"Then we'd better get to it."

It only took a few minutes of shifting rubble before they found him, though some of them did more work than others. It wasn't long until Brawl had been nearly completely uncovered. He was a very large Decepticon, probably a similar size to Blitzwing, and had two cylindrical tank barrels protruding from his back.

"Well, looks like we found him." Swindle commented. "And he's not in bad shape either." It was true. Apart from a few scratches and dents in his dark green armour, Brawl looked surprisingly well for a bot that had fallen from orbit centuries ago.

"Onslaught?" Vortex looked to their leader, knowing what the last stage entailed.

He nodded, kneeling by the immobile Combaticon. Doing what he had done three times now Onslaught withdrew a vial of energon and injected directly into his comrade's spark chamber.

Brawl's body began to shudder, as his dormant systems came back online. His Decepticon insignia on his torso began to glow purple, and his optics opened, visor emitting a bright yellow light.

The Combaticon bolted up and roared, immediately charging at the nearest bot in his line of sight, which turned out to be Blast Off. The Decepticon flyer yelped in surprise as he was thrown to the ground by the giant, struggling against his superior strength on the floor of the arena.

"Brawl!"

Onslaught's powerful and commanding voice echoed throughout the empty building, causing the newly revived Combaticon to stop and turn. "Uhh. Onslaught?" Brawl spoke on a deep and gravelly voice. "Uh. Where am I? What happened?"

"I'll fill you in later. Now can you get off of Blast Off?"

"Oh yeah, sorry. I kinda just reacted there. Guess it was because we were Bruticus earlier." He allowed Blast Off to stand, who didn't seem too happy about the whole situation. "Wait, weren't we fighting in space? How come we're separate now? I don't remember us coming apart." Brawl scratched his head in confusion.

"We're back on Cybertron Brawl, and that battle ended long ago. Don't worry though, there's plenty more fighting to come."

"Doesn't sound too bad to me as long there's still Autobots I can crush!"

With their final member recovered, the Combaticons now have the capability to turn into the monstrous juggernaut that struck fear into the sparks of countless Autobots: Bruticus.

So all the Combaticons are finally together. Will they now be able to crush the Autobots once and for all? Find out next time!

Also, I hope this plotline didn't feel dragged out too much. The "hunt for the Combaticons" arc is over. So things should escalate from here on out.