I don't know Transformers. If I did, I would be rich.

I only own Strike

080

"HIYAAH!"

It been eight thousand years since Strike agree to the deal, the deal that made him a slave. He was always fighting, one way or another. There was Autobots, Decepticons and even neutrals. They just were defending there land when he came coming. They had no fear about him killing them. They didn't count. It was the Autobots that counted in this. Today was just another day.

"Die, you miserable Con!" shouted one of the Autobots as he fired his cannon on to Strike.

He saw it coming. He could always see it coming. Years of training and fighting can do that. He was able to counter almost anything his opponent could throw at him and still win. The missile was coming right towards him. The whistle sound was loud and clear. Just as it was seconds from contact, Strike seemed to disappear. He allowed the rocket to blown up against the wall. The Autobot looked around. He didn't know where that guy went. He thought he hit that Decepticon pest.

"TakeDown, are you ok?" asked his partner.

"I'm find, but I lost that stupid Con," hissed TakeDown.

His partner just gulped, "I think you should be glad. Didn't you know who that was,"

"Just some miserable Con, Foxhole," mumble TakeDown.

Foxhole just shook in his armor, "No, that not it,"

"That what!" shouted TakeDown

"That was…urgh!"

TakeDown turned around to see that Foxhole had stopped talking. In fact he stopped moving all together. Energon was pouring down the large wound that was coming from his chest. Foxhole's optics flicker on and off, before going all dark. He fell face forward into the ground; dead. TakeDown ran to see if there was anything he could do.

"Foxhole, speak to me, bubby," begged TakeDown as he shook the body, seeing if there was life in it.

"He is dead, you know," said a voice behind him.

TakeDown turned around to see Strike standing behind him. A long blade extending from his arm was cover with energon, dripping to the ground. Over the years, the young silver Mech grew with each battle. Scratches and cuts were all over his body, all easy to fix. Strike could have them fixed, but he just fused them together. It was just enough for him to move. His face hadn't shown emotion for years. There was just the flat line he had for a mouth behind the faceplate he had on. It covered the scar he had gain from that day, the one from when his right optic was smashed in. Now, he had only one blue and the other was red. The Decepticon insignia was there on his left shoulder. The pain was still in his head from gaining it during the branding pit. How he just wanted to burn it over, but not just yet.

The Autobot pulled out his cannon and prepare to fire it, "You are going to pay!" shouted TakeDown as his finger reach down to the trigger.

Strike didn't give him the chance. His arm brought up his blade and brought it down hard on to TakeDown's arm. It was a clear cut, smooth without ridges. TakeDown cried out in pain as he reach out and grabbed the side with the wound was inflicted. The energon was pouting out more and more with each pasting second. Strike just look down at him, without blinking.

"Damn you, Decepticon," hissed out TakeDown, "Damn you to the pit!"

"Like I hadn't heard that one before," said Strike as he grabbed a hold of TakeDown's cannon and pointed towards his head, "Any last words?"

"Your kind will never win, Decept…."

TakeDown never had the time to finish. His head was blown clear off his body with that close of a range. Strike stood there holding the smoking barrel in his hand. He didn't care what this Autobot had to say. They all say the same thing before they chock, no matter what. That they will win. He could care less. He was only here to complete his mission and save Planet Zephyr. Kneeling on the ground, he placed the cannon down and withdrew his blade back. Reaching to a sub compartment, Strike pulled out a small energon dagger. With it, he started to remove the insignia from each on the body. This was the only way to have proof that he had done the deed. Once removed, he started to write something on each of the body.

"356,835…356,836," mumbled Strike as he wrote the numbers on the bodies.

He was getting closer with each Autobot. There was nothing that was going to stop him. He would keep his part of the deal, Strike just hope Megatron would. There was always reason to distrust him, but it was a chance he just had to take. Picking himself back up, he started to head back with the insignias in hand. The rest of the Decepticons just looked on as they started to pick anything that could be useful.

"What is his problem?" hissed a newbie to one of other.

"He just here for killing the Autobots," answered the older Mech, "good at it, but I don't trust him."

It wasn't like Strike couldn't hear them. He knew what everyone thought of him, but it not like he was going to stay around and make friends. Those would only slow him down. The less the distraction, the faster things would get. Then he would be able to go home and find Cross. It been so long since he actually seen her. She send him a letter once, it was awhile back. She said that everything was ok, but the whole city hated him. That was something he couldn't blame for. Joining with the enemy, yeah that was sick. Only, Cross knew about the deal. He rather not let everyone about it. Strike came up to the outpost and saw his commanding officer standing there. It was a black seeker with huge wings coming for his back and horns coming from the helmet on his head. This Mech was taller then Strike and heavier, but that didn't scared Strike. He just kept on walking with his two-color optics flashing in fury.

"What are you doing here, Dreadwing?" hissed Strike as he came to face with the seeker.

"I that see you had a good time," chuckle Dreadwing as Strike handed him the insignias.

"Not as many as I would have like, but still," answered Strike, "Now tell me."

Dreadwing just glared down at Strike. He didn't understand why Megatron let this kid live or even agree to that slagging deal. At this rate, he would free that planet. Well, it wasn't his choice. All Dreadwing could do was follow orders.

"I came to tell you are being transfer," answer Dreadwing.

"Really? Where they placing me this time? Iacon? Kaon? Quadrant Epsilon?" said Strike as the two of them walked inside the outpost.

Dreadwing glared at Strike through his visor. This kid's mouth was going to get him killed. By his own team mates.

"No, Earth," answer Dreadwing.

Strike stopped in his tracks. This had to be a joke. It just had to be. Why would he have to go to Earth? The only going on Earth was that stupid minicon search. Megatron himself headed down to Earth with a small crew. What he suppose to do down on that puny planet. Dreadwing seem to be laughing inside at seeing Strike's confusing.

"Why I'm going down to Earth?" asked Strike.

"Megatron just said to sent down the most ruthless fighter we have," explain Dreadwing, "And guess what?"

Strike just looked at him, "That's me, isn't?"

Dreadwing nodded, "You leave tomorrow, so I suggest to fix yourself up get your stuff together. And please, do something about those scars."

Strike didn't say anything. He just march himself towards his quarters and close the door shut. Walking over and laid out on the recharger. Strike just stared at the ceiling and started to think. They were making him go to Earth. There wasn't enough Autobots there to count. Cybertron had plenty to deal with. Megatron must be in trouble if he wanted him to come down there. Well, he didn't asked for Strike, just for a good fighter. Take bets, Strike wasn't the Transformer him wanted.

"He is going to have quite the surprise tomorrow," chuckle Strike as he shut of his optics to get some sleep.

080

It was another rainy night on Earth. The drops were dripping on the windows over and over again. Rad just looked outside and sigh. For some reason, he was bored. Then again, it would be hard to be bored with a bunch of thirty foot robots for outer space. It been nearly a week since the last minicon alarm hadn't rang and the Decepticons weren't cause any trouble. It just had been so calm. Carlos and Billy was kicking a soccer ball back and forth with Highwire and Sureshock with Fred eating and watching them on the ground. Alexis and Grindor were with Red Alert going over the computer for some upgrades

"This is so boring," sigh Carlos

./ Well, it was going to happen sooner or later/ said Sureshock.

Rad turned away from the window, "Sureshock right, things just been really slow."

"Well, there nothing we can do about that," mumbled Billy, "The Autobots had been busy with keeping up the base and fixing it up."

They all could agree with that. They really couldn't bug the Autobots when they are trying to fix up their base in case the Decepticons attack again. Last time, they were lucky enough. Next time, someone could get hurt, really hurt.

"Maybe, we should go outside or go to the mall?" offered Fred between bits.

"How can you think about going outside? It has been raining for the past three days. We nearly got soak coming here," pointed out Billy.

/Fred has a point. We aren't helping anyone but standing around and doing nothing/ said Highwire.

Rad laid his back to the wall. There was really nothing. They could go watch Hot Shot train with Scavenger and Blurr, or help out with Red Alert and Smokescreen. Maybe Optimus need someone to over…paperwork.

"Nah, forget it," mumbled Rad at the thought.

"We could play video games," said Fred.

Everyone just looked at him, / The base doesn't have video games/ said Sureshock.

"But, it does have a training simulator," said Carlos, finally getting to what Fred was saying.

"Guys, we can't play with that," protested Rad.

"It would only be for a while, and it not like they would notice," said Billy.

"Come on," said Carlos as the boys ran out of the room and left Rad, Highwire and Sureshock behind.

"I just have a bad feeling about this," mumbled Rad as the minicons and he followed after them.

080

Demolisher stood at attention was he waited at the Warp Gate. It been three Earth hours and this newcomer Megatron had ordered still hadn't came. Looking at this inner clock, it was the right day. It was so hard to keep track of the time with it only being night all around them. Being on the moon did have it bad parts. He didn't move from his spot, even when it looked like no one would show up. Who ever it was, Megatron wasn't going to be please.

"Hey, Demolisher!" giggle Cyclonus as he came into the Warp Room, "Still staying there?"

Demolisher just rolled his optics, "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Seeing what taking you so long," answer Cyclonus as he looked over the buttons.

"Don't you touch a thing, Cyclonus," hissed Demolisher.

The chopper giggled as he slowly backed away from the buttons. It was never a good idea to put anything of importance in Cyclonus' hands. He would be bound to ruin it or break it. Sometimes, it was just a miracle that he was still alive after all the things he had caused. Just as Demolisher was about to throw Cyclonus out of the room, the Warp Gate started up. The two Decepticons looked at the machine as it started up, making the sounds and lighting. Demolisher dropped Cyclonus on the ground and turned towards the gate. Who ever they were, they would soon have a lesson in being late.

What came through was a pair of burning optics passed the lights. What was strange of them was that they were different colors. That could only mean one thing. The rest of the being came through the Warp Gate as the link between Cybertron and Earth broke. Now, standing before the two Decepticons was Strike. He looked at the two of them and scoffed. No wonder why Megatron wanted another solider, these fools weren't strong enough to take on the humans.

"Your late," said Demolisher, glaring at Strike.

"I came, that wants counts," said Strike as he stepped off the platform.

Cyclonus looked at Strike. There was no way that they met to sent this guy. He was more of a psycho then him. This Con killed anything in sight. Some say that this blue optic was use to see the all the fears on his opponent so that he could use it against him. They were going to be murder all in their sleep.

"Ah! We are all doom!" cried out Cyclonus as he ran out of the room.

Demolisher mental slapped himself for Cyclonus' out burst. Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut for a bit, a few seconds? Strike stood there with his arm folded. He smirked behind his faceplate. This may be more fun then he thought. What was more important was just to wipe of the Autobots here and count them.

"Come, Lord Megatron wants to see you," said Demolisher.

"Oh really," chuckle Strike as they two walked down the hallway, "How is old horn head doing anyway?"

Demolisher stopped in his tracks and turned towards Strike, "Show some respect for your leader."

Strike snorted, "Yeah, right," he said," Megatron is only going to be that for a short time."

"How can you say that?"

"Very easy," said Strike, "I'll use smaller words. I. Hate. Megatron. Him. Dork."

Demolisher grabbed the front part of Strike's hood and slammed him into the wall. No one talked about his leader like this in his own face. He didn't know why this jerk came, but he was going to put him in his place.

"You don't talk about Megatron like that," hissed Demolisher.

'Why? Does Mister Tank boy have a crush on horn head?" laugh Strike.

Demolisher had enough of this guy's mouth. He had no respect for their leader, maybe even for their cause. He raised his fist toward Strike's face. It would be a quick death and Demolisher would just explain about to Megatron later.

"What going on here?"

Strike looked to where the voice had came from and frown. It was Starscream, that stupid seeker. He was standing there glaring at Demolisher and Strike. The tank grumble as he let go of Strike and let him dropped him to the ground.

"Nothing," mumbled Demolisher as he continue heading towards the throne room.

Strike got back on to his feet and wipe the Moon dust off him. This was going on great, just great. He started to walk after the tank, but just stop short of Starscream. The two just glared at each other in a heated anger.

"You are still on my Dead list once I'm free, Seeker" threaten Strike.

"Like that will ever happen," sneered Starscream.

"We'll just see," said Strike as he continued after Demolisher.

It didn't take long enough to reach there. Soon enough, Strike found himself right in front of Megatron. Eight thousands year later and he still looks the same. The huge horn Decepticon was sitting on this Transformer's throne at the end of the room. It seems he wasn't paying attention to who was coming into the room. His attention was on the information on his data pad.

"Must be Defeating Autobots for Dummies," thought Strike to himself with a chuckle.

"Lord Megatron, the new…recruit has finally arrive," said Demolisher.

Megatron looked up from his notes. His optics traced over the tank towards Strike then widen a bit at recognized who it was. Strike folded his arm and smirked at him. This was really going to be fun. Kill a couple Autobots and annoy Megatron all at the same time. What more could he want right now, beside Planet Zephyr and his own freedom? Placing the pad of f to the side, Megatron turned around and face them.

"Ah, Strike, so we met again," said Megatron.

"Yeah, I guess," said Strike as he looked around the area, "But I was really expecting a better kept base, from someone of your standing,"

"Only temporally, I assure you," said Megatron.

Things couldn't be more confusing for Demolisher. The tank Decepticon stood off to the side as he watch the two talk. He couldn't understand how Megatron could actually be talking to this…Mech like this. He must have know about how he was just insulting him in the hallway. How could there be anyone within their organization like this Strike.

"So, Strike, what your count now?" asked Megatron as he lend back in his throne some, "It been years since I last heard about it."

"Let see, yesterday it was up to 356,836, but on the way here…" mumble Strike as he started to dig inside a sub compartment.

Count? Demolisher wondered what this was all about. Why would Megatron care about some kind of count with this Mech. Strike smiled behind his faceplate as he pulled out what he was looking for; three more Autobot insignias. Demolisher's own optics widen at the sight of them. There is no reason for anyone to carry those things around. That when it struck him. This was the Mech, the Red-Eye Strike. He heard tall tales about him and how he could take on ten Autobots at once and win. Now, here he was in the metal. Things must be bad if Megatron brought this Mech in.

"You really need to amp up the guards around the Warp Gate. I added three more to the list,' chuckle Strike as he handed the insignias over to Megatron.

Megatron said nothing as he took them out of Strike's hand and laid them off to the side, "I didn't except Dreadwing would sent you here,"

"He just said you wanted the best and that turned out to be me," said Strike motion toward himself, "So, I hoping this thing is going to be worth the trip."

"Don't worry, I am sure you can find something to do," said Megatron before turning to Demolisher, "Show him to a room."

Demolisher nodded his head in agreement and started to leave the room with Strike right behind him. He just couldn't help but have a bad feeling about this Strike. There was something that couldn't be trusted.

080

"Any luck, Hot Shot?" shouted Rad out the window.

The minicon alarm finally went off at long last. It was right before Carlos could get the training simulator up and running. Rad let out a sigh of relief as the alarm sound out in the hallways. If they had done something to break it, Optimus wouldn't be too happy. What would be worst is if Alexis found out about it. That was one girl you didn't want to get mad. Now, they were all split up in some kind of woods looking for the minicon. He and Highwire was pair up with Hot Shot and Carlos and Sureshock was behind them with Blurr. Billy and Fred headed out with Scavenger and Hoist while Alexis and Grindor was with Red Alert and Optimus. This usually happen now. It was much safer to pair up and search for the minicon. That was incased the Decepticons ganged up on them.

"I don't see anything yet," answer Hot Shot.

"Maybe we should start waking?" offered Blurr.

"That would be better so we won't past," said Rad.

Quickly, the kids piled out and came room to allow the Autobots transform into their robot mode. Now, they were walking in the wood. It was easier this way. They could looked around better and kept an eye or optic out for the Decepticons.

"Man, I think the minicon have fun hiding on us," mumble Hot Shot.

/Yes, Hot Shot. This is all part of an evil plan just to torment you/ said Sureshock

./Sureshock/ hissed Highwire.

/What/

Rad just shook his head and smiled at the two minicon bricking with each other. It was just nice to be outside for once. With the lack of sun and minicon alarm, they really hadn't been outside much. He looked up at the sky and stared at the clouds. It was just so peaceful here. Then out of the corner of his eye, Rad thought he saw a flash of something. Carlos notice the strange look on his friends face.

"What's up?" asked Carlos.

"I thought I saw something," answer Rad as he started to walk to where he saw it.

/Be careful, Rad/ said Highwire.

He didn't have enough time to. With in seconds a giant blur came charging out the woods and headed toward Hot Shot and Blurr. The kids and minicons were flew to the side as the attacker came toward the group. The Autobots didn't see it coming and went flying into the air. Hot Shot came crashing down on some trees, while Blurr somehow mange to stand his ground.

"What was that?" moaned Carlos as he got back on to his head.

Rad looked up to see a silver Transformer standing in from of their friend. That was someone he never saw before, but he could tell that this was no ally. The Decepticon insignia was there on his left shoulder. The attacker took a few steps forward and from somewhere on his arm popped out a long steel blade.

"Well, lookie what I found? Two lost Autobots," chuckle the new Mech as he came closer with each step.

"You aren't going to get the minicon," hissed out Blurr.

The Decepticon just laugh at him behind his faceplate, "I could care less about those minicon. I am more interested in getting your insignia off your dead cold body."

Again, he charged forward to Blurr pointing his blade toward his chest. Quickly, Blurr rolled to the side as his attack swipe a couple trees. They felled to the ground in a quick motion and created the animals to flee the area. Quickly, Blurr pointed his gun and started to fire it on to the Decepticon. Each of the shot fire would have hit if these was someone else, but this Decepticon was able to dodge all most all of them. One was just able to hit his left knee, but no enough to take him out.

"No way," gasped Rad.

"Blurr never missed before," comment Carlos, "This can't be good."

"Ah, you're pretty good," laugh the Decepticon.

Then he jabbed his elbow behind him. Hot Shot moaned as he felled to the ground in pain. The yellow Autobot was trying to get behind this freak show, but somehow he knew. The Decepticon just chuckle as he kicked at Hot Shot.

"Hot Shot!" shouted Rad.

That was enough to gain the Decepticon's attention. He turned and faced the humans and their minicons. That when Rad noticed that he had two different optic colors. He never knew that could be done. The right one was red, while the left one was blue. Blurr stood on his feet again and fried more shot toward the Decepticon. If they missed the Con, then they would have hit the kids. He really should have thought that one through a bit more. Still, the con could hurt the kids. They always hurt weaker beings then themselves.

Their attacker turned, putting his back towards the kids and minicons. Rad started to pray. He knew that this Mech could move. He dodge them before, he could dodge them again. But, the Decepticon didn't. He just let them all hit him. Looking from behind his hands. Rad could have sworn that this guy actually took the hits, like his was protecting them somehow. That just didn't make any sense.

"Are you guys ok?" asked Hot Shot as he ran over.

"We fine," said Carlos, "But he isn't,"

Hot Shot looked over to where Carlos was pointing. The attacking Decepticon was now smoking from Blurr's attack. He seems to weaken a bit from it. Energon was starting to pour out from some of the freshly opened. Weakly, he stood back on to his feet and just glared at the crowd.

"Man, you can really pack a punch," he chuckle.

"We not through with you yet," hissed Hot Shot as he stepped in front of the kids.

"But, I am with you," said the Decepticon as he warped out of the area before anyone could stop him.

"Damn it," hissed Blurr as he walked over the others, "Stupid coward."

/Well, you sure blasted him good, Blurr/ said Sureshock.

"Yeah, he looked really busted. He won't be messing with you anytime soon. You were just too fast for him," cheered Carlos.

/Guys, I really don't think he tried to escape/ whisper Highwire.

The group looked at the blue minicon with a weird look. Rad nodded his head. So, Highwire had noticed it too. Could there be something more to this Decepticon then meets the eye.

"You mean, you think that he wanted to get hit,' said Hot Shot.

"Yeah, that want it looked like," said Rad.

"Why in the name of Primus would he do that?" asked Blurr as the six of them started to look for the minicon again.

"I don't know. Those shots would have hit us if he jumped out of the way, "said Rad, "Maybe he was trying to protect…us."

"You got to be kidding me!" called out Hot Shot, "No Deceptiscum in their right mind would protect a human. They been trying to destroy you guys since we got here."

"No wait, Hot Shot," said Blurr as he laid a hand on the yellow Autobot's shoulder, "Rad might have a point."

"Oh, now you think that this creep tried to save the kids too now," Said Hot Shot not believing this.

"I'm just saying that we have to think of every possible solution. If this Mech did take the hits for the kids, then why?" said Blurr.

Hot Shot growled. They were right, as much as he hated it to agree with it. If this Con did save the kids then what would that mean. Is there actually nice Decepticons out there? No, that couldn't be it. He just wasn't fast enough or he didn't see Blurr shooting at him. There is no way that a Decepticon would save a human. He wanted to rip off their Autobot mark from their dead bodies. No, nice Con wouldn't do that

/Hot Shot? Blurr? Come in/

"Yeah, what is it, Red Alert?" asked Hot Shot

/We have the minicon. Time to report back to the base/

"Ok, and boy do we have a story to tell you guys when we get there," sigh Hot Shot

/Can't wait to heard about it/