I don't own Transformers, butI so wish it on so many levels.
I only own Strike, Cross and Rave
080
It was all cold, nothing but rocks and dust. Above him were all the stars that belong to this system. Each one could be a planet or a sun in another solar system. Strike sigh as he continue to walk down the hallway, getting outside Moon Base. He had some work to be done. As he stepped out to the rocky surface, he continued on his way. It was best to get away from all distraction for a bit while. He didn't want anything or anyone to bother for the moment.
Finally, Strike came to the perfect spot to just think things over. It was in a large crater that was created years ago. It was far enough from the base and it wasn't like anyone would care about him being out here. Cyclonus was scared of him, Demolisher and Megatron hated him, and Starscream doesn't even pay attention to him. The only one Strike had yet to figure out was Sideways. The purple Decepticon was confusing, always with the questions and the comments. Strike didn't know if he might know more about things then he let on, or he was just a plain good guesser. Neither way, there was something not right about him.
Strike sat down on the cold dirt and crossed his legs, raising his arms in front of his chest plate. His thumb touched his index finger and shut off his optics as his mind was sent into the darkness of his subconscious. This was never fun, but he help him focus on the tasks and mission on hand.
After his optics came back on-line again, only this time he was in a different place. All around him were broken down buildings, rubble all around him. It was a city in ruins…it was home. Strike continued to walk down the streets as he looked around the area. This was the dark part of his mind, where all the things he ever done in the name of the Decepticons stay. Ever being he had ever killed was left burning a part of themselves in his mind. Now, he just had to face them.
His blue and red optics glanced around the area. They were there and he knew it. They were watching him, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He could feel the optics laying on to him, each one burning a need to clobber his face in. He hated this.
Suddenly, a loud crushing sound came behind him. Strike spun around to see two forms coming right towards him. The smaller of the two had this large slash and stab mark in the middle of his chest, while his partner was just half a mech. It was coming right at Strike without his head and a little bit of his chest. It was those two Autobots he had killed before coming to Earth.
Their slow, undead forms were coming right towards Strike. Foxhole's optics were pure white, staring at Strike, judging his spark. This was the only time Strike every face true fear. He was coming face to face with those of the past, those that died at his hands. He never wanted to see t hem again, but he always did. Every time he tried to fall asleep in his recharger, they would come and haunt his dreams. He would have a restless night time and time again. He couldn't talk about it, because who would there to listen? This wasn't the Autobots, it was the Decepticons. It was look out for number one and if anyone showed weakness, eliminate them. Argh, when did life become so difficult?
Withdrawing his blades, Strike took a fighting position. There really was no need to rush this. They would get here soon enough, and he would just take them out again. The only problem was making sure that they stayed down. That was always the key. Foxhole was the one that got there first. He charger towards Strike, his arms stretched out in front of him. Bring up his weapon, Strike slash across Foxhole's arms. With a clunk, a hand felled down to the ground, it fingers twitch in last moments of movement. Foxhole, just didn't seem to notice that he had just lost his left hand. He continued on his attack, whack Strike right in his chest.
He was sent flying a good five feet, into a near-by building. The rubble fell all around him. Large stones left good size dents and dirt was getting inside his armor. Grumbling to himself, Strike rose back on to his feet as the dead Autobots continue to walk towards them. Energon that was spilled had stain their armor and the fresh injure on Foxhole was leaving a nice trail on the ground.
"Why don't you stay dead?" roared out Strike as he ran towards the two of them, stabbing the headless body of TakeDown.
They didn't say anything as they came around him. TakeDown grabbed a hold of the blade in his chest, and pulled it out.. Lifting Strike into the air, the zombie threw in right to the ground. Strike skidded across the ground, dust blowing past him. Once, he was able to see again, he spotted a giant rock coming right towards him. Quickly, he dodged it before it was able to crush him into cosmic dust. Strike struggle to get back on to his feet, only to be tackle like a football player by TakeDown and Foxhole into another wall.
Growling to himself for getting himself into this mess, Strike pushed them back some and gave TakeDown a quick slash on his left leg. It felled down to the ground, but once again, it seem that this two didn't know that they were missing limbs or hands. They just kept on coming at him. Strike was starting to panic a little bit. What was going on? Usually, he would be able to take them with ease. Why was it just being too hard today?
"This should be able to kept you down," mumbled Strike as he charge forth at TakeDown.
In one fluid motion, Strike sliced TakeDown right in the middle, separating his legs from the rest of his body. His chest felled down on to the ground with a thud. Strike took a second to gain a little oxygen into his system only to be body check from behind by Foxhole. The larger Transformer warped his arms around Strike, chocking the life out of him. As his energon lines were starting to be blocked up, he slowly reached for his Energon dagger on his side. Strike's hand reached around the handle and pulled it out.
"Eat dagger, sucker," hissed Strike as he raise it up and started to jab it into Foxhole's stomach, again and again, over and over.
Finally, Foxhole just collapse to the ground, Energon pouring out of every one of the wounds, Strike had place in him. The silver Mech felled to his knees, gasping from air into his systems. This was too much. This always put his skills to the test, if only he didn't have to do this thing, to get rid of all the inner demons he had. This was the only time, he actually wished to more like a true Decepticon. As much as it sicken him to the very core of his spark.
If there one thing Decepticons can handle it is killing the innocent. Every day, every year, every seconds, they killed. They spread the Energon of all Mechs and Femmes, bond partner, parents and children. All so that pig headed, arrogant, manically being they had for a leader, could rule the stupid universe. But at least they could do it without feeling guilty with each slash, with every dropped of Energon, with every body. Strike could sometimes feel like all this slaughtering was eating away at his mind. At the beginning, he would be late up at end, screaming in silence as his nightmares came back toward him, attacking him back. It wasn't until he had learned this little trick, of confronting the ones he had killed, he was about to recharger in peace.
"Hey Strike!"
In a blur motion, Strike was back on to his feet, his right wrist blade was inching from the throat of the being that came up behind him. It took him a little while to realize that he was back on to the Moon and he had Cyclonus at his mercy. The psycho helicopter just chuckle at things, as he kept his optics on Strike's weapon that was just about to cut off his head. Growling in his disgust, Strike let go of Cyclonus, dropping him to the ground.
"What do you want?" hissed Strike.
"We have to report to the Wrap Gate. Megatron was not very happy to not see you there," chuckle Cyclonus as he quickly got back on to his feet and took a few steps backwards
"I don't care if Megatron was doing the dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, I'll come when I feel like it," respond Strike as he march pass Cyclonus, pushing him back on to the ground.
With that said, Strike walked back inside the Moon Base. He didn't want to head back to Earth, but he didn't want to face Megatron wrath again. He rubbed his throat and just winced at the memory of that one encounter. Megatron was one never to wait. He stroll inside the Wrap Gate room, and there waiting for him was Demolisher, Sideways and Starscream. But there was not sign of Megatron.
"Finally decide to grace us with your presence it seems," said Starscream as he folded his arms and frown towards Strike.
"Whatever," responded Strike as he looked around the room, "Where is our fearless leader?"
Before he knew it, Strike founded himself flying across the room and crashed into the wall. He might have not seen his attacker, but he was pretty sure of who it was actually was. Groaning a bit and picking himself from the hole he had created, Strike turned around to see Megatron standing there. The huge, horned Decepticon leader had this smug look on his face as he looked down on the silver Mech.
"Ah, should have know," mumbled Strike as he got back on to his feet.
"That will just the beginning of your punishment," said Megatron as he glared down on to the younger Mech, " Now, men, we move out!"
080
"Of all the stupid things you have ever done, this far beat them all!"
Blurr and Hot Shot were sitting inside the med bay. There in front of them was Scavenger yelling at them from being so irresponsible. It wasn't like they met to get drunk. It just kind of happened. Hot Shot grabbed a hold of his head, and just moaned.
"Could you stop the yelling? My head hurts," he suggested.
"It should! What were you two thinking!" roared Scavenger.
"Do we have to answer that?" asked Blurr.
Scavenger marched himself right into their faces. Steam was coming from his audio respecters. He was how the humans put it 'a bull on the rampage' by the looks of things. The was the heavy grey and green bulldozer walking at a very mad pace, glaring at the two Autobots that were sitting in front of him. It was the next morning since their little adventure with the high-grade Energon. Red Alert and Smokescreen had managed to drag them both to the Med Bay. Now, they were suffering a major hangover and getting yelled at by Scavenger. Hot Shot moaned again and lay back on to the recharger. Blurr just held his head in his hands, trying to get a grip on what happen last night.
"Is Optimus going to have to talk to us?" asked Blurr.
"Yes, he will," answer Scavenger, "I just happen to get here first, while you two were still feeling the affects. Knowing Optimus he will what to deal with you two once you are in proper working order."
"That just great," replied Hot Shot as his hands covered his face.
Suddenly the base's alarm started to go off. Another Minicon had been found. Blurr and Hot Shot hopped off the recharger, and almost lost their footing. Just as they were about to head towards the door, Scavenger held them back.
"You two aren't going anywhere," he said to them.
"What! Why?" asked Hot Shot.
"What do you think? You two are clearly not in the right condition to go against the Decepticons, much like go off driving," said Scavenger.
"I feel fine, I can handle myself," said Blurr as he tried to get past the larger Autobot only to run into Red Alert coming into the Med Bay.
"I hope you aren't planning on leaving," said Red Alert, "Because you two are grounded, until further notice."
"What! Who said!" shouted Hot Shot.
"Optimus, so if you two want to argue with him, be my guest. But I must advised you that he really not in the mood in dealing with you two right now," answer Red Alert as he placed a PADD on the counter, "Now, laid down and tried to get some rest."
Both of them grumble their distress as they got back on to the rechargers. Scavenger just scoffed as he left the room with Red Alert right behind him. He didn't know what he was going to do with these two now lately. It seems they were more and more acting like children, the soldiers. Did they forget that the fate of the universe was depending on them?
"Come on, the others shall be waiting for us," said Red Alert as he joined Scavenger's side, "And don't worry about them, they will be find."
080
The wind was blowing at top speeds in the desert. It was hard to see your own hand right in front of you, with all the sand being blown all over the place. Fred looked out of window and was glad that he was inside. Smokescreen on the other hands wished that they could be somewhere else.
"This is just great," he grumble as he drove through the desert.
"Come on, amigo, it could be worst," suggested Carlos over the radio in Red Alert's cab.
"You say that when you have sand caught up in every gear and crack of your body," responded Smokescreen.
"Ok, I get the picture."
"Please, we need to focus on finding the Minicon and keeping an optics out for the Decepticons with us being out number at the moment," said Red Alert.
With Hot Shot and Blurr back at the base, the rest of the Autobots had to be on their top guard. Even with the kids them, they were going to have to just as careful. Rad and Billy left in one direction with Optimus and Rave, Cross and Scavenger headed the other way with Alexis. They just arrive to in the middle of a sandstorm and quickly found them selves all separated. With the com-link they were at least able to keep track of everyone.
"I can't even pick up the Minicon signal like this," growled Smokescreen.
"But it is around here, isn't it?" asked the large boy as he stare out of front.
"Not where we are, but in this slagging desert," respond Smokescreen, "What I wouldn't give for some caterpillars tends right now."
"I am sure we will find it soon," said Red Alert as they climbed over a couple more sand dunes, "It just will take a little time.'
"Which is something I hope we have plenty of. I just hope the MegaCrumb doesn't show for a while," said Carlos, "Maybe we should split up?"
"That is too dangerous. What if we come across the Decepticons? Chances are that they would out number us and use every dirty trick in the book to destroy us and gain the Minicons," said stated Red Alert, "Don't you think, Smokescreen."
After a while, Red Alert and Carlos didn't heard an answer from neither Fred or the orange Autobot. Red Alert looked around and a felt a small peck of panic in the back of his head. They lost them.
080
He just hated this. Strike looked out on to the desert wasteland. The wind was blowing badly and the sand was blowing all over the place. He glared out, looking for anything to take his anger on. But there was no one. He couldn't see a blasted Autobot or Decepticon out here. Where could they be?
He had to travel by himself. He just couldn't stand being near the idiots. Agur…Talking to them was worst then having a piece of shrapnel removed from his head. Strike looked up to see the sun was trying to break through the sand and on to them. Holding what he did about this planet's weather, this kind of place began quite hot. That was because of a lack of plants and animals.
He just wanted to kill them all, just while they were recharger or in the CR Chamber. He could even make it look like an accident. Of course, it would just be better if he just blew up the entire ship in one explosion. Then he would roast Megatron's head over the fire. Ha, that would show the horn head not to push him around. Pausing in the middle of his thoughts, Strike realized something. He really needed a hobby.
That when he spotted it. There was this little sparkle of green coming from a large rock in front of him. Walking over, with his wrist blade drawn, Strike slashed right through it like a knife in warm butter. There, lying with the rumble around it was the Minicon panel. Chuckling to himself, Strike bended down and picked it up in his hand. At once, it started to react and in moments, the Minicon had shown himself.
It was like the other Minicon found early. It had this long cape in the back, that seem to be make for feathers and talons on both his shoulders and knees. On top of the Minicon's head was a helmet that seems to in shape of like a bird's head, with the beak poking over his brow. The coloring from him was simple, he was mostly black with bits of silver poking out and his helmet's beak as well.
"So, your mine now, huh?" chuckle Strike.
The Minicon just looked up to him, his red optics glowing in displeasure. Before Strike had a chance to snap at him, a voice came over his com-link.
/Strike, get to our location at once/ shouted Demolisher's voice over the com-link.
Sighing, Strike knew at once he should replied, "What is it?"
/We have an Autobot corner and Megatron wants you here on the double/
"All right, I'll be right there,"
080
He was really hating his life right. Really hating it. Smokescreen growled as he drove around the desert, looking for Red Alert or anyone else. This stupid sandstorm had cut them off from the rest of the group and it was also screwing around with his systems, He couldn't tell left from right. Fred was starting to get a little worry at the moment.
"We are lost, aren't we?" he asked.
"No…we just misplaced the others," said Smokescreen.
Suddenly, he spotted something up a head. Coming to a stop, he let Fred out and transformed into robot mode. Taking a few careful steps, Smokescreen, with Fred by his leg up over a large cliff. A few seconds later and they would have been flying over and into it. Smokescreen sigh a bit that he saw it before then.
"That was a close one," he said, "Now, I just use the com-link and…Ah slag of the luck, the sand storm is cutting it off."
"Ah, we are doom!" wailed out Fred.
"We aren't doom, I just need to send out a distress signal so the others will be able to track us," said Smokescreen, trying to calm down the large boy down.
"They will find us, right?" asked Fred as he started to shake in worry.
"Yeah, the worst thing that could happen is if…"
"Hey, Auto-but!"
"…the Deceptions found us," moaned Smokescreen at his luck, "Quick, Fred go hide behind the rock, and don't leave it for anything."
Fred nodded his head as he quickly ran over to the rock. Once he was out of the line sight, he looked up over it. There standing against Smokescreen was pretty much the entire Decepticon army. Megatron was standing right in front Smokescreen with Cyclonus and Demolisher on his right and Sideways on his left. There was no sign of neither Strike or Starscream, which Fred was glad for, but that really didn't help the problem.
"Oooo, can I shot him over the cliff?" giggle Cyclonus as he pointed this gun towards Smokescreen.
"Not yet, you fool!" shouted Megatron before turning to the Smokescreen, "Now, where is the Minicon, Autobot?"
"I don't know, but I would never tell if I did," respond Smokescreen.
Megatron chuckle, "Wrong answer, Autobot," he said before turning to Demolisher, "Get Strike here!"
"At once!"
Now, Fred was getting more worried. He wished that he had Laser beak with him. He could just run to the large Decepticon and shock him like the last time. Of course, there was more Autobots around and Smokescreen wasn't so close to a huge cliff. It seem the Cons were one over them this time. Fred started to feel some tears building up in his eyes. He just hope the others would get here soon. A sound of a car was coming towards them. At once, Fred thought it was the Autobots, but as he turned to see who it was, his face felled.
It wasn't no Autobot, it was Strike and above him was this black metal bird. Well, they found the Minicon. Fred just gulped. This was getting bad, really bad. Coming to a stop, Strike soon joined his fellow Deceptions, the bird, landing on his shoulder, digging into his shoulder. The silver Mech had this look of displeasure on him, but it was hard to tell with the face mask on. He walked up and stood on the other side of Sideways as he glared at between Megatron and Smokescreen.
"What do you want?" asked Strike.
"Simple, kill this Autobot," said Megatron calmly, not paying attention to the fact Strike had found the Minicon.
That made Fred gasped, but quickly covered his mouth. He just hoped that no one was able to hear him. Strike just seemed to have this surprise look on, as well as the rest of the group. What was Megatron playing at? He shouldn't be helping the silver Mech actually complete his task. Smokescreen stood there, reaching towards this laser gun. He did not like this and just hope that the others were able to pick up his signal. He really didn't have a clue if he would be able to take on this many Decepticons.
"What are you playing at, Megatron?" asked Strike.
"I gave you an order solider! But of that, this one won't count!" roared out Megatron.
"What! This is an Autobot and you just told me to…"
"Kill him, as in an order, command, not being part of the agreement!" respond Megatron as he started to calm down a bit, "Think of it as a test of your loyalty,"
Strike just growled as he glared at both Megatron and Smokescreen. It seem the whole area was becoming more and more tense with each passing second. Fred just wished with all his might that the others Autobots would show up soon. He really doubted that Smokescreen could handle much against five Cons. The same thoughts were pretty much through Smokescreen's head. He knew his limits, but he had a duty to protect the humans and the Minicons, he could take what ever these creeps dug out. But maybe, he could convince Strike not to do it.
"Strike, you don't have to do this," said Smokescreen, "You can't let Megatron control you like this."
"How does the Autobot seem to know this?" growled Strike as he pulled out a energon dagger from his sub-compartment. His Minicon bird took to the air, just hovering near his new partner.
"Rave told us, both him and Cross are here with us," said Smokescreen, thinking that maybe Strike would turn if his friends were here to save him. That was unless he really turned. It had been years since either Rave or Cross seen the Mech last.
Well, it was enough to stop Strike in his path. He looked right towards Smokescreen, his blue optic was worry of disbelief while the red one was full up with rage and anger. It was hard to tell which was the true emotion with the face mask over the lower part of his face. Maybe, he had hit a small cord or something.
"No…she can't be here," whisper Strike as he took a few steps backward.
"What the matter, Strike? Autobot has your tongue?" chuckle Cyclonus.
"Shut up," growled Strike before turning to Smokescreen, "You lie, she isn't here. She's backed home, safe and sound."
"You think I would lied about this! She's here to bring you home! Do you realized what she been through to get you back!" shouted Smokescreen as he starting to think that he was get through to Strike.
"Does that even matter Strike?" asked Megatron as he took a few steps until he was right behind Strike, "That shouldn't matter to you. The only thing that you should be thinking about is b what you are here for, and that is killing the Autobots. That is unless you are thinking about betraying me…"
Strike growled as he gripped tight to the handle of his energon dagger. Looking over his rock, Fred did not like how things were going now. At one moment, it seem Strike was listening to Smokescreen. That could have given the Autobot a chance to survive. But now with Megatron talking to him., it just seem to be getting worst by the minute.
"Eight hundred years ago, I swore my loyalty by surviving the Branding Pit and by the insignia on my shoulder. I almost finish the amount agreed by our deal. Do you really think I am that stupid to throw all that hard work, pain and suffering just because of one Autobot's word that can't be proven!" shouted Strike as venom filled his voice.
Megatron chuckle as the turned his back to Strike and started to walk away, "Forgive me. I was wrong to doubt you. You have every right to outraged. Now, finish the job, and exterminate that Autobot."
Now, this was just bad. The sunlight reflect on the glowing purple blade in Strike's hand. Smokescreen didn't have a clue of what to do. Quickly, without thinking really, he pulled out his gun and was about to fire it. That was until, Strike streaked over and deliver an upper cut right into the orange Autobots' face. Smokescreen stumble a bit, dropping his gun over the edge and down on to the cliff. This wasn't really go now.
"Now, you die Autobot," hissed Strike as he charge right towards Smokescreen, his dagger pointed right towards his chest.
Time seem to froze for that minute for Fred. He could that Strike had may contact with Smokescreen, energon was pouring from where the wound would be. Smokescreen gasped out as he looked down. A surprise look on his face, while Strike had only one of malice on his. This couldn't be happening. In getting his dagger out of Smokescreen, the silver Decepticon put enough force and cause Smokescreen to fall over the cliff. Energon was covering both Strike's hands as he started to walk away from the scene.
"Warp back to Base!" ordered Megatron.
As the Cons disappear one by one, Fred was the only left. Tears were streaming down his face as he thought he has just lost a friend to a cold blooded murder. He just hope the others would be able to find them.