A/N: I honestly couldn't think of a good title for this chapter :/

But anyway, here's chapter 4. I hope you enjoy it :)


"Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap!" Jaune panicked as he drove down the road. He was afraid of going too fast since the road was covered in debris, which he had to swerve around to avoid. One wrong move and he would crash and be at the mercy of the Beowolves giving chase. He wasn't going fast enough to outrun them, but not slow enough for them to catch up.

He was honestly surprised he hadn't crashed yet. Just from the action movies he watched, driving a motorcycle looked like it was a lot harder than it actually was.

Jaune noticed that after this one barricade, the road ahead was clear. He swerved past it and released a breath he didn't know he was holding. He twisted the throttle and propelled forward, taking a moment to look behind him at the shrinking Grimm forms.

"Ha ha ha! See ya suckers!" He cheered with a smile as he got further and further away from them. He had to squint his eyes because of the wind, but he didn't care. He was gonna survive. He was going to make it home. He was going to see his family again.

Ahead of him, he saw some Ursa on the road. He banked hard right at the intersection to avoid them. A second later, he gasped and slammed on the brakes and turned to the left. He just barely dodged a jersey barrier on the road. He looked back in disbelief as the rest of the Grimm rounded the street corners, unable to catch up to him. He turned back to the road as he picked up speed.

A smile formed on his face as he quickly threw his fist in the air in celebration. He still couldn't believe he was getting away, on a motorcycle no less. He didn't think he would've been this good at driving a motorcycle.

Unbeknownst to Jaune, most of his 'good' driving skills and quick reaction time was actually due to the assistance of a certain robot in disguise. If Arcee didn't assist him, he would have crashed and been killed a while ago. She had to help him with his speed control, balance, and even his turning. But she was so subtle with it that he didn't notice, or he was too focused on driving and the Grimm to notice.

With the roars of the Grimm slowly fading behind him, Jaune eventually reached the edge of the town. He kept driving straight and into the forest. He wanted to get as far away from the Grimm infested town as possible.

Jaune drove at a moderate pace through the thick forest for some time. Eventually, he made it to a clearing by the ocean and a rocky cliff. He stopped by a tree near the water and took several moments to catch his breath and look around at his surroundings.

"I… I… I have no idea where I am," he finally breathed out. "I did not think this through." He lowered his head down to the handle bars and closed his eyes. "Oh god, I'm an idiot."

In his rush to escape, he was focused on getting out and as far away from Rorke's Drift as he could. He didn't consider the fact that he didn't know the layout of the land, didn't know how far or in which direction the nearest town was, or even what direction he entered the town from.

Jaune let out a heavy sigh and lifted his head back up. He then realized just how heavy his eyes felt as he struggled to open them. These past two days, especially the last few hours, have been very stressful and tiring for him, especially since he barely slept. The threat of Grimm ripping you apart at any moment made it hard to fall asleep.

Jaune blinked and looked around, eyeing a peculiar tree close to him. "Alright," Jaune mumbled to himself as he dismounted and pushed the bike next to the tree. He then used the bike to help him climb up to a branch. "Nothing wrong with a little power nap in a tree I suppose." He climbed up two more branches, almost falling off of one until he reached a very large branch that he could sit on.

He hopped up and leaned his back against the trunk, he made sure his rifle was securely strapped to his body he closed his eyes as he let sleep overtake him.

Arcee waited several moments to make sure he was asleep before slowly transforming into her bipedal mode. She took a moment to look up at the organic sparkling resting just above her head in what she now knew was called a tree.

She took a moment to look around the area and make sure none of those monsters were nearby. She remembered how loud their footsteps were if one was coming she'd hear it. For now, the little yellow furred boy was safe. She turned around and started to walk to the rocky cliff by the water.

By luck would have, Jaune had driven to where Arcee's ship had crashed. She figured that now would be a good time to refill on energon since she didn't know when she'd get another chance to. She carefully scaled the cliffside and stepped onto the lowered ramp before entering the shuttle.

The Sun was now low enough to light up the inside of the shuttle, giving Arcee a better view at how damaged and trashed it was. But she didn't pay much mind to it. She made a beeline to the two crates of energon. They were both wide and tall, which meant they should have a lot of energon in them… assuming they were both filled.

Arcee approached one of the crates, disabled the lock, and carefully took the lid off. She smiled as the color blue radiated from within. Primus must have been looking upon her. The crate was jammed packed with energon cubes. There was enough here to last her for five planetary orbits, maybe more, assuming this world's orbital path and speed around its star is similar to Cybertron's.

She walked over and opened the next crate and opened it after disabling the lock. She sighed in disappointment. The crate wasn't even a third of the way filled with energon. There were smaller boxes on one side of the crate. She reached in and opened one, revealing packed together pink energon rations.

Unlike the cubes, energon rations were processed into smaller bars that are carried by Autobots and Decepticons alike consumed on the battlefield when energon cubes are unavailable. Practical, but the rations are of lower quality. They will only refill your energon reserves, while the cubes will also heal any and all damages one has sustained.

"Actually," Arcee pondered for a moment, "that might be useful for now." She grabbed a pack of rations and closed the box followed by locking the two crates. She then hopped up on one and started eating the ration pack one bar at a time.

She reasoned that if she consumed a cube, her damaged body would have been healed in no time. This normally wouldn't have been a problem in the slightest, but it was because of the organic sparkling. The sparkling already saw and commented on how damaged she was. If he woke up and saw her practically good as new, that would raise suspension, which was something she didn't need right now.

After consuming the fifth and last bar, Arcee to a moment to close her optics and smile, enjoying the sensation of fresh energon flowing through her servos. It felt like ages since she last felt fully recharged. It probably has been ages depending on how long she was in stasis.

After a few more moments, she jumped down from the crate, took a pack of energon rations and packed them in a sotrage compartment, and walked towards the exit. After scaling the cliffside once again, she transformed and leaned her alt-form against the tree like she was before, staying vigilant in case more of those monsters came along.

During the waiting, another thought came to her mind. Arcee had known that the shuttle wouldn't space worthy, but after seeing the full extent of the damage, she realized the shuttle was probably only good for scrap now. She didn't have a way off of this world. Unless this world had ways of space travel, she was stuck here.

That was just one of her problems. But she would have to worry about them later. For now, she had to make sure the boy got to safety, then she could worry about finding out more about this world.


"Squads one and four, watch those alleyways!" Lieutenant Schwarz William Lennox of the Atlas Military shouted over the gunfire to one of the squads under his command as they advanced down the road in Rorke's Drift. "Squad five, watch the rooftops! Two and three, put some more space between you and the mechs!"

"Yes sir!" They all shouted in acknowledgment. Lennox took aim up front and opened fire on a pack of Beowolves. They tore one of the Atlesian Knight 133 mechs apart, but they all quickly fell to the concentrated gunfire. He wiped sweat from his forehead and reloaded his rifle.

"Sir, on the roof!" One of his soldiers pointed up. Lennox looked up to see a half of a Beowulf fly off and land in the street. Atlas specialist Winter Schnee then appeared on the roof.

"Lieutenant Lennox," she called out, "the rest of the specialist have the roofs and alleyways cleared of all Grimm! We'll cover your platoon's flanks! The rest of our forces and the Valean militia should be near the main square by now!"

"Thank you!" He gave the specialist a thumbs up. "Alright men, specialist have our flanks, concentrate on the road and meet the other platoons in the square, just as planned. Advance!"

Just half an hour ago, an Atlas Military company, Vale's militia, huntsmen, and huntresses arrived at Rorke's Drift to retake it from the Grimm. Their battle plan consisted of deploying their forces at multiple places around the town and clear it as they all moved to the center square. Large armed groups would take formation with the 133 mechs on point while the specialists, huntsmen, and huntresses took the alleyways, roofs, and jumped in to help deal with large groups, all while bullheads flew above and provided supporting fire while also flying medivac and casevac flights.

So far, the assault was going well. Lennox and his team have made good headway, keeping a fast pace into the town while only suffering mech loses. He could only hope that the other teams were as lucky.

"RAAAAGH!" The Ursa Lennox was aiming at suddenly had its head cut off. He quickly saw that it was because of a blonde haired huntress in training, Joan Arc. She was actually on one of the last evac airships out of here, and immediately tagged along with the counter attack force.

He and many of the soldiers were against her joining, she was too young and as seen now too reckless. But then Winter allowed her in when she mentioned something about a brother. He didn't hear the conversation clearly and it wasn't important enough for him to argue.

Several more minutes passed and many more Grimm were slain before Lennox and his team made it to the square. There, he and his team joined the others as the boxed in the remaining Grimm. They didn't last long and were soon wiped out by bullet and blade.

They didn't have much time to celebrate as they were immediately assigned to perimeter duty. His platoon spread out on the edge of town where they entered. He was stuck next to Joan, who was very fidgety for some reason.

"Lieutenant," Lennox turned around to see Winter Schnee and two other huntsmen approaching him. "We have new orders. We're to take one of your squads and clear the forest to the east, you and the rest are to wait for reinforcements to relieve you."

"I thought that was to be the second wave's job. What changed?" Lennox asked.

"There were far too few Grimm here in the town than according to civilian testimony and reports from the troopers here before us. Command thinks most of them left for the woods. We're to help thin their numbers for the reinforcements."

"Yes ma'am. Squad four, fall in!" He called out with a hand motion.

"Specialist," Joan approached her. "I saw you head near the crashed airships in the square. D… did you-"

"Miss Arc, I have good news and bad news. Bad news is that everyone at the ships were dead," Winter said. Lennox couldn't help but noticed how crushed Joan looked at the news. "However, none of the bodies matched the description of your brother." Joan sighed in relief and rubbed her hands down her face. "He's most likely hiding in one of the buildings or in the forest. If he's still alive, we'll find him."

"You said you were going out there right? Take me with you. Please." Joan pleaded desperately. Winter nodded at her as squad four arrived. "Thank you," she whispered out.

"Alright everyone, our objective is to do a sweep of the forest east of town. We're to kill every Grimm we find and rescue any survivors. Move out." Winter ordered the saluting soldiers.


Arcee looked up and noticed that the boy was waking up. He let out a long breath and stretched his arms around. He looked around before tossing the gun down and positioning himself to climb down. He was doing well, but at the second branch his grip faltered and he fell on his back on the ground.

"Oww…." he groaned from the ground. Arcee winched, that looked like it hurt. He then slowly got back up and grabbed the rifle. He stopped just in front of her and eyed her closely. "Huh… could have sworn you were facing the other way. Arcee almost inwardly panicked until he spoke again. "Eh, must just 'member it differently," he mumbled while rubbing his head.

Relief welled up within Arcee. How did she not notice a small detail like which direction she was facing? She would have to pay more attention to stuff like that and be more careful. Others of these creatures could be more perceptive and call it out.

"Well, better stop wasting time," the boy said as he mounted her. She revved the engines as he turned the throttle. He turned them around and the once again were trekking through the forest.

Not that they weren't traveling at a reasonable pace, Arcee wished that the boy would go a little faster. She wasn't complaining in the slightest, she could understand why, recalling the boy's mopping from earlier. They didn't know where they were or going so he was taking caution. Better that than drive and slam straight into a tree.

In addition, Arcee was enjoying the peace and quiet. The revving of the engine did nothing to disturb the sound of the wind swaying the green things from the trees back and forth, with the star light flicking as they moved.

The boy seemed to be enjoying the sights as well, taking a few moments to look up and enjoy the view, unaware that she was helping him keep balance over the uneven ground while he did. Arcee was amazed that despite the monsters and the destruction, this world still has beauty and tranquility. That was something you couldn't say about her home, Cybertron.

Suddenly the boy stopped the bike and perked up and something in the distance. Arcee heard it too. Rapid soft tacts with loud booms were heard echoing in the distance. Explosions and gunfire, a common hearing on Cybertron.

"...people," the boy said exactly what she was thinking. "Holy crap, those are huntsmen!" A smile formed on his face as he revved up and speed towards the sounds of battle. Arcee was smiling as well. This was perfect. She could get the young boy to safety and see him off, maybe even see how this world's warriors, or 'huntsmen', work and fig-

"Woah!" The boy's shout made Arcee slam down her brakes just as he gripped the brake handle. They came to a complete stop just at the edge of a drop-off. The boy leaned over, giving Arcee a glance at the bottom as well. It looked like the drop was twice her height.

"Oh boy," the organic sparkling muttered after a whistle. "That would have been bad," he chuckled. Arcee didn't know how he could easily just laugh off almost dying. Maybe using humor was just a coping mechanism these creatures had, just like other Autobots back home. The boy then revved the engine and started to turn around.

They never saw it coming. One moment they had just finished turning around, the next one of those monsters swooped down and snatched the boy off of her and forced him violently into a nearby tree.

She transformed almost immediately, arm blades at the ready and already swiping at the black monster's long body. It screeched in pain and recoiled back. It stared at her for a moment and she got a good look at it. It had two elliptical red eyes and a bone plating in a pattern on its head. It had two long fangs and a twin pointed tongue. Its body looked like it was made of scales instead of hind like the others.

Arcee quickly glanced behind her to the small boy. His body was laying flat next to the tree, unmoving. Her eyes narrowed and glowed with rage as she charged the beast. When she crossed half the distance, she got blindsided from her left and was sent flying towards the drop down. Her body went off the edge but she quickly transformed her arms back gripped the ground to keep herself from falling down. She was about to hoist herself when another head came before her.

This one looked exactly like the first one, except it was white. It moved forward to strike but Arcee moved her arm quickly to dodge it as its fangs dug into the ground. She grabbed onto its head as it pulled back, dragging her with it. The beast must have predicted this, because the next thing she knew it wrapped its tube like body around her, restraining and crushing her body.

As she struggled to break free, she noted that the black headed and the white headed beast were one in the same, one head at each end of a tube like scaly body. The white head hissed as it slowly opened its mouth, ready to chomp down on her. But she was focused on the black head, which was slowly approaching the unconscious boy.

"No..." she gasped in fear. "No," she continued to struggle. "No," she struggled harder. "No!" She struggled even harder. "Get away from him!" She managed to get enough arm room to extend her left arm blade and transform her right arm into her blaster.

She slashed and cut against the scales, making the monster scream and recoil both of its heads, loosening its grip on her and giving her arms more room to maneuver. With no risk of self-harm, she opened fire, sending several energon blasts into its body before aiming up and firing several at its white head. It fell down to the ground, smoking and deformed.

Arcee rolled out of the way of its black head as it moved to strike her. When it came back around, she jabbed her blade through its neck, pinning it to the ground as she unloaded a dozen rounds into its head. Her kill was confirmed when the beast's body started evaporating into a black mist.

Wasting no time she immediately rushed over and kneeled next to the organic sparkling. She carefully turned him over to get a look at the damage. He was still alive, but barely. Red liquid leaked from his forehead, covering his eyes. His left hand was twitching and its breathing was heavy and wheezing in pain.

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The alarms blared loudly within Incubation Housing Chamber 531-B, yet everything felt silent to Arcee as her arms rapidly shook, holding the dead sparkling's body close to her. It was her job to protect them, and she failed.

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Arcee quickly but very gently picked the boy up. Holding him close, she started to sprint along the cliffside to try and find another way down. "Hold on," she said to his twitching body in his native tongue. "Just hold on. I'm going to get you help and then you'll be fine. You're going to be fine," she said with a cracking voice.

She didn't know if she was heading in the right direction to find him help, but she had to try.

No one else was going to die because of her. Not today.


A/N: So what did you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Think something can be improved? Want to give me a moral boost? Leave a review, all criticism is welcomed.

And special thanks to Cyberleader2000 and Austin Ga Kill for beta-ing.

Thanks again for reading. Have a good day :)