Disclaimer:Transformers belongs to Hasbro, Takara, etc . The only thing in this that belongs to me is Arcee's sister.
Inside the Nemesis, Megatron walked into the quarters of the Insecticon hive. Just before, he had dispatched Knockout to New York, Dreadwing to the Antarctic and Soundwave to the wooden area to hunt for three Iacon relics. Now, he just needs someone to hunt down the fourth Iacon relic at the Equator. And he knew the perfect soldiers for the job, and they were Insecticons.
"Who is the fiercest among you?" Megatron asked.
"There is no greater ferocity than an Insecticon hive. But… If you were to choose one among us…"
Megatron turned around as he heard someone land on the bridge behind him. This Insecticon wasn't distinct from the others. But he stood out among the hive.
"I am Hardshell," Hardshell introduced himself.
"You will retrieve something for me, Hardshell," Megatron began.
"And annihilate everything that gets in your way!" Hardshell finished for Megatron.
Hardshell had decided to take three Insecticons with him as his backup. Something Megatron warned him about was how capable the Autobots were. Especially when they had something worth fighting for like the Iacon relics. Years of battle and war only stood to support Megatron's statements.
So as they walked through the Ground Bridge, Hardshell acted with caution. While Insecticons were quick and ruthless, they were also careful and calculating. They always calculated their plans and strategies before striking. Many of their hive have fallen before because they didn't think to do such a thing.
"Divide and do not hesitate to conquer," Hardshell instructed, causing the three Insecticons to leave before he did the same.
"Miko and Jack will accompany Arcee and Bumblebee," Optimus decided
"Yes!" Miko cheered.
"Initiate transport and triangulate coordinates of the other three relics," Optimus instructed.
"That was some trick, Miko Bulkhead told Miko as the Japanese exchange student headed down to the Ground Bridge.
"You mean swiping Intel right under Megatron's nose?!" Miko asked her guardian, "Just doing my part for Team Prime."
Suddenly Bumblebee honked his horn and opened one of his doors, causing Miko to turn to the scout, "Ooh! Gotta go, Bulk! I'll tell you all about it when we get back," Miko promised before racing towards the Urbana 500, "Wait up!"
"Take care of him, Miko!" Bulkhead and Raf called to the retreating group.
"The same goes for you, Jack, take care of Arcee!" Chromette called out to Jack, wanting him to take care of her sister, who is Jack's girlfriend as well.
"Bulkhead, prepare for departure," Optimus requested.
"You are headed for the Equator," Ratchet announced.
"I'll prep for tropical weather! Wrecker style!" Bulkhead smirked.
"Rafael and Agent Fowler will be your communications and transportation hub," Optimus proclaimed as the Ground Bridge came to life.
Raf turned from his laptop and gave Bulkhead a quick thumbs up before resuming his work.
"I can haz cheezburger!" Fowler cried from his hospital bed as he was still drugged with anesthesia from the Nemesis.
"Communications, huh?" Bulkhead said dryly before making his way through the Ground Bridge.
"Be on your guard, Bulkhead," Optimus warned.
Bulkhead didn't make any form of acknowledgement to the warning. Instead, he just continued to walk through the Ground Bridge.
When Bulkhead arrived at the coordinates, he saw that he was in a foggy location with rocks and volcanoes and sniffed the area with his olfactory smelled a horrid smell.
"Smells worse than the Decepticon barracks," Bulkhead said as he recalled when he was on a mission inside the Decepticon Barracks when he was still a wrecker on Cybertron, "Fine place to hide a relic."
With those words said, he began walking around. All he saw was molten rocks, lava rocks…basically, every kind of rock that was related to lava and volcanoes. Bulkhead was starting to get impatient. He should have found the relic by now. This was a time sensitive situation. If the Decepticons beat them to this relic…well, he couldn't think about it.
"Base, I can't find any sign of the relic, Can you reconfirm coordinates?"
"Triangulating your position, Bulkhead" Raf said to Bulkhead as he typed on his laptop, "You're at the correct location.
"Need coffee," Fowler muttered as he walked down the ramp past Raf, still dazed.
"Then the coordinates are wrong because there's nothing here," Bulkhead said as he dusted his servos.
Then he heard the familiar sounds of buzzing.
"But something's coming," Bulkhead said as he heard the sound of buzzing and figured that the sound was coming from a Insecticons flying. When he looked to the skies, he saw that his first suspicions were correct. Insecticons were coming.
As he began firing upon them, Bulkhead found himself knocked back by Hardshell. Eventually, he was thrown to the ground, where he had to begin blocking attacks.
"Leave it to Megatron to send a bug to do his dirty work," Bulkhead spat at the Insecticon.
"You know a thing or two about dirty work yourself, Wrecker," Hardshell snarled.
"Do I know you?" Bulkhead asked in anger.
"I know your kind, as I have crushed more than a few Wreckers in my time," Hardshell shrugged.
"Now you see, the thing about bugs your size, they make a bigger mess when I smash them!" Bulkhead smirked before transforming his servos into his wrecking ball maces and raced to take the opportunity of an attack. Although he managed to land some attacks in, Bulkhead learned quickly that Hardshell is a capable fighter as he blocked one of Bulkhead's key attacks. He cried out in pain when he felt Hardshell's claws swipe against his chassis.
Deciding that his wrecking ball maces wouldn't do much damage – especially after he was flipped to the ground and almost had his helm crushed by Hardshell's pede– Bulkhead began opening fire with his blasters. Bulkhead grew to regret that as Hardshell raced forward and knocked Bulkhead back a few feet.
Inspired by his will to fight, Bulkhead raced forward and punched Hardshell. Hard. Across the face plate. Hardshell fell backwards as one of his fangs fell off. Bulkhead snarled as he wiped the Energon dripping from the corner of his mouth. Humming, he saw the direction Hardshell had attacked him from. That was when an idea struck him. There was a chance that the relic could be there.
He couldn't afford to waste anymore time then he already had fighting Hardshell. Especially since he had a feeling that Hardshell didn't come without backup. Briskly, he transformed into his alternate mode and race over the rocky hills.
"Ratchet, the virus is coded. Commencing upload," Raf announced as he began uploading the virus Ratchet would slip into Laserbeak's systems.
"Raf, I have a bead on the relic," Bulkhead said, as he contacts the base.
"Raf's busy. I'll take it from here," Fowler proclaimed.
"Fowler?! How was your beauty sleep?" Bulkhead asked as he wasn't expecting Fowler to be conscious.
"Fine. Dreamt I finally got a little respect from you," Fowler answered snarkily.
"Keep dreaming," Bulkhead scoffed.
"What's your status?" Fowler asked the wrecker.
"I came up empty at the provided coordinates, but I figured an old lava flow might have carried the relic downhill," Bulkhead answered.
"Wouldn't that just burn it up?" Fowler asked the wrecker.
"These relics survived interstellar transport. I'm sure they can withstand molten – Aw, scrap!" Bulkhead answered.
"What is it?" Fowler asked the Wrecker.
"I'm leaking Energon. Insecticon hit me hard," Bulkhead grumbled to himself as he noticed the trail of Energon he was leaving.
"Insecticon?" Fowler asked.
"Probably knocked a gasket loose. Nothing to worry about, trust me. He's in way worse shape than I am," Bulkhead promised.
Hardshell groaned as he came to, the burning sensation of pain greeting him. Snarling in frustration, he refused to believe it. A Wrecker got the best of him. One fractured fang, a bout of unconsciousness and a processor ache were the results of their brief battle. A battle in which the Wrecker emerged the victor. That was something Hardshell did not like.
"The Wrecker left me alive. The last mistake he will ever make," Hardshell vowed as he rose to his pedes.
With those words said, Hardshell transformed into his beatle form and took to the skies. Too much time had been wasted. Bulkhead already had a head start on them. He had time to make up for. And besides he had unfinished business with the Wrecker.
Just when Bulkhead wasn't able to find anything, he found something. He had to reverse back as he almost drove past it. Transforming, he noticed the familiar container sticking out among the rocks. That was when he knew the obvious.
"There you are," Bulkhead smirked as he approached it.
He didn't waste anytime trying to pull the whole container free from the rocks. Instead, he focused on freeing the lid from the container itself and take the relic. After a few moments of struggle, the lid came off with a snap that knocked Bulkhead flat on his back.
"Got the lid off," Bulkhead shrugged as he tossed it aside.
Then he looked inside. He would be able to recognize this relic anywhere. He would be able to recognize the green smoke. He was able to recognize the hot green crystals. He was able to recognize the smell. He was able to recognize the sensation and he knew it was dangerous.
"Uh-oh. Base we have a problem," Bulkhead said as he contacts the Autobot base.
"Bulkhead, what is it?" Fowler demanded.
"I found the relic. It's a cash of Energon," Bulkhead answered.
"That's good, right?" Fowler guessed.
"No, no, no. Not this kind. It's known as ToxEn. Causes nausea and dizziness upon contact. Prolonged exposure weakens us to the point of paralysis, and then it snuffs out our sparks," Bulkhead announced gravely.
"Well, what are you talking to me for?! Get far away from that ToxEn pronto! If it's as deadly as they say, the 'Cons won't want it either, Fowler told him.
"No, they'll want it even more," Bulkhead Protested as he began telling Fowler about the ToxEn, "During the War for Cybertron, Megatron figured out a way to refine raw ToxEn, turn it into a weapon of mass destruction. I witnessed an entire unit wiped out by the sickness. No way I can leave this stuff for the 'Cons to find and abuse."
"So bring it back , open a Ground Bridge," Fowler instructed the preteen
"Forget it. Even if we had a safe place to store it, the stuff's way too potent to risk exposing to the rest of us and Jack for when he becomes one of us. "I'll call you back," Bulkhead sighed as he glanced at the area around him, "I'm going to take care of this Wrecker style."
Bulkhead then pulled out a grenade.
"There!" Hardshell snarled as he went to make a landing.
He and his fellow Insecticons had followed Bulkhead's Energon trail to where the relic had been buried. To their surprise, it had already been unearthed. Normally, Hardshell would find this too suspicious and would question the circumstances. However, this opportunity was also one that was too good to simply pass up. Nevertheless, he approached with extreme caution, as he didn't know which relic was housed inside the container.
Carelessly, one Insecticon pushed the other two to the side and opened the container. Inside, he saw the glowing ToxEn crystals. Immediately, he reached down to take it, hoping he would be able to leave a trap for Bulkhead if he hadn't found it yet. Then he heard the beeping.
"NO! WAIT!" Hardshell cried.
His warning came too late. The grenade Bulkhead left detonated with a mighty bang. The force of the explosion was hard enough to knock the Insecticons back and force the ToxEn shards into the Insecticon who opened the container. Hardshell blocked his nose and mouth as he saw and spelt the ToxEn on his frame.
"ToxEn!" Hardshell gasped.
"Wait. You're carrying it?! I thought that stuff was toxic," Fowler asked Bulkhead with confusion as Bulkhead was carrying the ToxEn.
"It is, but I needed to put some distance between me and the bugs," Bulkhead said.
"Well, what now?" Fowler asked him.
"I'm gonna get rid of this steaming pile the only way I can," Bulkhead decreed as he placed the ToxEn on the ground and glanced at the volcano in the distance, "I'm gonna lob it into the volcano."
"What about your insect problem?" Fowler asked.
"This isn't my first time eluding an enemy patrol, you know?" Bulkhead shrugged after wiping Energon that continued to drip from the corner of his mouth.
With those words said, he spat some Energon that was filling in his mouth onto the rocky terrain. A plan was beginning to form inside his processor. He just hoped it would work.
Hardshell and the two surviving Insecticons saw the third Insecticon writhe around squealing in pain. It was no secret that ToxEn provided a painful death. That was why Megatron enjoyed using ToxEn on the Autobots during the war. That was also part of the reason the Autobots confiscated the supply from them.
"Lord Megatron, the object we seek, It is ToxEn," Hardshell said as he contacted Megatron
"Exactly how much is in your possession?" Megatron inquired.
Megatron had to admit. ToxEn interested him more than the phase shifter, Apex Armor and the Resonance Blaster that Knockout, Dreadwing and Soundwave were chasing after respectively.
"None, my lord. An Autobot-!" Hardshell began.
"Are you not the fiercest Insecticon?" Megatron asked dryly.
"Wait. You're moving away from the volcano?" Fowler observed in confusion as he saw Bulkhead's signal move away from the volcano.
"Exactly," Bulkhead responded.
Hardshell and the two surviving Insecticons continued their search for Bulkhead. That is, until they noticed the blobs of bright blue Energon staining the ground.
"Below!" Hardshell cried as they flew towards the ground.
When they transformed and landed, they saw what Hardshell had noticed. They, too, saw the Energon on the floor. Hardshell dipped his claw into the Energon and tasted it. It was then that he knew whose Energon it was.
"Yes… The Wrecker leaked from his wounds. Find him," Hardshell instructed.
Without another word said, the two Insecticons began following the trail. Eventually, Hardshell followed. For him, this was too good to be true.
If only he knew it was a fake trail and it would lead to a dead end.
Bulkhead was beginning to feel the effects of the ToxEn tied to his back. In his vehicular form, he struggled to drive over the hill towards the volcano. Eventually, he managed to rev his engine hard enough to make it over the top and drive on the flat surface.
"You left a false trail, huh? I once pulled that tricked when I got separated from my unit behind enemy lines," Fowler told the Wrecker.
"When were you ever behind enemy lines?" Bulkhead asked with disbelief.
"I wasn't always a bot-sitter," Fowler boasted to Bulkhead with a slight smirk.
"Next thing you're gonna tell me your mother doesn't tuck you in at night," Bulkhead said.
"Not since basic training," Fowler told him.
"Training as what? A rodeo clown?" Bulkhead asked dryly as he continued his struggle in the journey.
"You've been spending way too much time at Monster Truck Rallies with Miko. I was an Army Ranger. We wrecked with the best of them," Fowler answered.
"Who knew you and I were so much alike?" Bulkhead added.
"Rafael, has Agent Fowler regained consciousness?" Optimus suddenly called from the antarctic.
"I'll be right back," Fowler told the former Wrecker before speaking with Optimus, "I'm here, Prime. What's your situation with Chromette?"
"We require access to a search facility at our current coordinates," Optimus answered.
"Let me make a call," was all Fowler said as he pulled out his cell phone.
Sometimes, being a government agent involved in highly classified operations had their perks. Other times, it was just a pain in the butt.
Bulkhead was certainly having trouble with his lengthy voyage to the volcano. The ToxEn was truly starting to take its toll on him if it hadn't done so already. He recalled everything he had told Fowler before about the expose to ToxEn. Upon initial contact, Cybertronians would being feeling dizzy and nauseous. After prolonged exposure, it weakens Cybertronians to the point of paralysis. Then if they didn't get away fast enough, they'd become one with the Allspark. He wasn't ready to rejoin the Allspark as he still hasn't found a Sparkmate but had a feeling that if Ratchet could successfully turn Jack into a cybertronian, so he could be with Arcee, then Miko could probably be his Sparkmate as they were so much alike
In the end, Bulkhead ended up transforming into his robot form. Not that it did much. The ToxEn slid off his back. Sure. But he still ended up sliding downwards. Groaning, he barely found the strength to push himself upright.
"A dirty job that only a Wrecker can do," Bulkhead groaned as he stumbled to his feet and grabbed the ToxEn crystals before continuing his voyage up the hill, "Come on…"
"This is an emergency. Our satellites have detected dangerous solar flare activity. I need that entire station evacuated immediately. Do you hear me? Get out of there now!" Fowler said before hanging up his phone and returned to the commlink, "Base is clear, Prime. Try not to wreck the joint."
"Many thanks, Agent Fowler," Optimus said on his comlink.
"We'll try not to," Chromette added on her comlink.
"Bulkhead, how are you holding up?" Fowler asked worriedly after changing frequencies.
"Any word from Miko?" Bulkhead wheezed worriedly as he began struggling even more.
"Don't worry about her," Fowler told him, "You need to focus on your own mission."
"Right...I need to rest...just for a minute," Bulkhead panted.
"I know it's tough, but I need you to stay the course," Fowler reminded the Wrecker.
Bulkhead grunted in pain as he blacked out and landed face first on the ground. Struggling to regain his senses, he began pushing himself back onto his feet. However, he struggled to stand upright and fell back against a rock behind him. The ToxEn was affecting him more than he cared to admit. He should have left it behind. But if he did, the Decepticons would have taken it and he would have had to deal with it again sometime in the future.
He had to do something.
"Bulkhead. Bulkhead? Bulkhead! Bulkhead? Bulkhead, answer me, you rust bucket!" Fowler snapped as he pounded the table after not getting a response from the Wrecker.
"I'm here, ranger," Bulkhead said, grunting.
"You had me scared, two-ton," Fowler sighed in relief.
"I...I can't do it," Bulkhead panted.
"I do not want to hear that kind of talk, especially from the likes of you. We both know you've made it through worse," Fowler reminded him.
That was true. He had gone through worse. The Scraplet infestation at the base and how he had to lure them out into the Arctic to rescue Optimus, Arcee and Chromette. The time he encountered Starscream, Knockout and Breakdown in Greece. He was faced with the Energon Harvester Starscream had turned onto him. The time Jack, Miko and Raf were trapped in the Shadowzone. All the times Bulkhead battled Breakdown. The time he, Miko, Arcee and Jack were trapped in the collapsed mine alongside Megatron and Starscream. The time Dreadwing captured him and strapped him to a bomb in the shipping docks.
"Nah, not even worse than this, not even scraplets," Bulkhead objected.
"Look, soldier. You know as well as I do there's the mission and the reason why you take the mission," Fowler reminded him.
"Honor, duty," Bulkhead said as he recalled the reasons he took part in most of his missions.
"Family, which is why you need to do whatever it takes to finish this job and come home safely," Fowler added.
Flashback: Darkness Rising part 3
"Miko, I'm supposed to be protecting you," Bulkhead said, not sure that dune bashing was a good idea.
"Bulkhead, I'm strapped tight inside 10 tons of metal muscle. I'm protected," she said telling him that she'll be safe. She convinced him and laughs as he went down the hill.
Flashback: Metal Attraction
"Miko, check it out. New battle scars," Bulkhead said to Miko, pointing at the scratch marks on his left shoulder and she took a photo of Bulkhead's battle scars.
Flashback: Darkness Rising part 4
"Miko?!" Bulkhead squeaked in surprise when she saw her come out of his chest compartment.
"I heaved on your floormats. Sorry," Miko apologized sheepishly.
Flashback: Deus ex Machina
"Before I became a warrior, I was a laborer, construction. I can build stuff. I can break stuff. And that's it," Bulkhead told Miko.
"I want to be just like you, Bulk," she told him.
Flashback: Rock bottom
"No, you need to stop," Bulkhead begged her.
"I can't, Bulk. I have to get you out of here," she said
Flashback: T.M.I
"Bulkhead, I know somewhere inside, you will always remember me, and I just want you to know...I'll never forget you." Miko swore as she hugged his pede.
"You're right, Fowler. I got to dig deep for the other bots, for Miko," Bulkhead grunted as he pushed himself onto his pedes.
"There is no logic to these movements," Hardshell said as he observed the Energon drops, "This trail is meant to lead us astray. To find the Wrecker, we must not follow. We must anticipate."
After following the Energon trail for a few hundred meters, Hardshell grew wise to Bulkhead's evasive tactics. Now, he and the two Insecticons who were accompanying him were going to the volcano and finished what they started.
Bulkhead grunted as he found the strength to push himself up onto the ledge. Looking down, he saw burning rocks with cracks from the lava between them. While the volcano was active, it hasn't erupted for a while. But there was a small hole from where the lava hadn't solidified.
"I'm...almost there," Bulkhead proclaimed as he walked down the small hill.
"That's right, Soldier. Dump that rock and come on home!" Fowler encouraged before his cell phone rang once again, "Fowler...Miko, what is it?!...What in the Sam Hill?! I'm in the middle of a crisis here, and you want me to...uh, put him on the line."
That was Miko using her cell phone in New York to have Fowler to deal with a small problem. That problem being Vogel, knowing about the Autobots and Decepticons.
Meanwhile, Bulkhead was coming close to putting an end to his problems. That is…if someone didn't stand in his way.
"Wrecker!" He heard Hardshell call as looked up and saw the Insecticon coming his way before transforming in front of the hole, "Put down the rock and allow us to put you out of your misery."
At that time, the two Insecticons that were with Hardshell jumped into the volcano to stand by Hardshell. The odds were stacking up against Bulkhead. Three to one.
"Got to swat some flies," Bulkhead grumbled.
The Insecticons heard the sound of a grenade pin dropping to the floor before a bang. Bulkhead threw a live grenade at an Insecticon and it was enough to stun him. Hardshell wasn't one to back down from a fight. So he charged at Bulkhead. Using the opportunity, the Wrecker thrust the ToxEn into his chin.
"Fair warning. I'm contagious," Bulkhead snarled before pushing Hardshell away from him.
Bulkhead heard the sounds of the second Insecticon coming towards him. Quickly, he turned around and swatted the Insecticon with the ToxEn rock before stabbing the Insecticon with the rock.
"Hold this," Bulkhead growled in delighting in the insecticon's dying breaths.
"Mr. Vogel, this is Special Agent William Fowler of the United States government. You are hereby deputized as an honorary Agent for the department of, um, Interstellar Relations," Fowler said before hanging up his phone and reopening the comlink, "Bulkhead, you still with me?"
"I'm in the scrap, and you put me on hold?" Bulkhead said with disbelief.
"I just want you to know, Miko's safe. Mission: accomplished," Fowler told him.
"That's my girl," Bulkhead smirked before lunging at Hardshell.
Now that he knew Miko was safe, he found the strength to fight. Using that strength, he took multiple swipes at the fierce Insecticon. Hardshell took advantage of Bulkhead's weakened state and managed to land some hits himself. But very much like Hardshell, Bulkhead wouldn't go down without a fight.
Turning around, they saw the Insecticon stand up and remove the ToxEn from his chassis before falling down.
"Scurry down, contact the warship for a containment unit," Hardshell instructed.
When Bulkhead took a swipe at Hardshell, he punched the Autobot in the helm, hard. When he fell down, Bulkhead cried out in pain and clutched his helm. His vision was hazy. He struggled to make out the shape of Hardshell approaching. With a shake of the helm, he managed to snap out of it.
"Bulkhead, do you read me?" Fowler suddenly asked.
"Ratchet, come here!" Raf called to Ratchet, who was just returning from his own relic hunt.
"Bulkhead, please respond," Fowler pleaded.
"The Iacon database?" Ratchet gasped in surprise and joy.
"It's downloading into our mainframe," Raf cheered.
"Answer me, Soldier!" Fowler begged.
Rafael, you are a genius!" Ratchet said after laughing with joy.
"Will you keep it down?!" Fowler finally snapped.
Raf and Ratchet turned to face their government liaison in shock and disbelief. Disbelief because of the fact that this tiny human just randomly snapped at them. And shock because of how long it took them to realize that something was wrong.
"Your Spark is mine, Wrecker," Hardshell vowed as he approached Bulkhead.
With a roar, Hardshell raised his hands and prepared to deliver the fatal blow. Quickly, Bulkhead managed to move out of the way at the last possible moment. Grabbing his fangs, Bulkhead threw Hardshell across the top of the volcano. The Insecticon landed next to the ToxEn rock that was in the other Insecticon moments before. Hardshell grunted in pain as Bulkhead pushed him closer to the rock.
"You want a taste of this? Do you?" Bulkhead growled dangerously.
He let the Insecticon regain his footing, only to transform his servo into his wrecking ball mace and punched him with it. The blow was enough to cause Hardshell to stumble to the edge of the molten rocks.
"Catch!" Bulkhead said.
Looking up, he saw Bulkhead lob the remainder of the ToxEn rock at him. Hardshell managed to catch it. But that catch came with a heavy price. The force of Bulkhead's lob was enough to knock the Insecticon into the volcano. ToxEn and all. Bulkhead panted, wheezed and grunted as he struggled to reach the hole. The ToxEn was gone. But the effects of the prolonged exposure were still there. Looking down, he saw the ToxEn disintegrate and disappear under the hot lava.
"Fowler, mission accomplished," Bulkhead proclaimed, "But you may have to tuck me in."
"Raf, open the Bridge now!" Fowler ordered.
Raf didn't waste anymore time. He raced to his laptop and typed in the necessary commands. After hearing from Fowler what Bulkhead was going through, he knew that time is of the essence. Hearing from Ratchet how fatal ToxEn was made it worse. Bulkhead was going to need treatment. And fast.
Bulkhead was grunting and wheezing as he walked towards the Ground Bridge portal. The white light acting like a beacon that was calling on him to return home. And it was a call he would be more then happy to answer.
However, behind him, Hardshell was climbing out of the lava pool he was pushed into. He had one final chance to finish this once and for all. And he would take it. Transforming his hand into a blaster, he fired that shot. That one, fatal shot.
Bulkhead cried out in pain as he felt the burning sensation hit him in the back. The shot that Hardshell hit him with gave a whole new meaning to the saying, 'stabbed in the back.'
Fowler, Ratchet and Raf watched in horror as Bulkhead flew through the GroundBridge. Unconscious. Back emitting pillars of orange flame and thick black smoke. Fowler and Raf immediately raced to the nearest balcony. Fowler was taking it worse than Raf. He was talking to the former Wrecker just before. While he was at his worst, Bulkhead was able to take it all in stride. But this? Even Fowler wasn't sure that he would be able to survive.
"No!" Ratchet gasped in horror.
Quickly, all three of them raced to Bulkhead's unconscious form. How did this happen?
Will he survive?
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