"Let's go!" Parate shouted, leading his own team forward, making a quick dash for the bigger tank-like weapons. Before the Decepticons at the helm could turn around, Parate had jumped into the air, landed behind them, and smashed their heads together. While their circuit's buzzed and cracked, Parate spun the tank around and fired at the nearby weapons. Satisfied with his deed, he smashed his fist into the control panel and jumped out. Parate dodged behind one of the tank's he set ablaze just as the last tank exploded. Parate raised his head, watching several burning Vehicon's running around until the fire had burned clean through the system and their husk's collapse.

Suddenly, he heard Sanna scream. Parate spun around, aiming his gun. That's when he saw another silver bot, a bot larger than Bulkhead, appear with an Autobot sigil on his forearm.

"AH YEAH!" She shouted, bashing her fists together.

"What the hell?" He asked out loud, barely dodging a blaster fire. He knelt down and looked up, noticing more Flyers were landing and charging towards Teama's group. Tier slid to his side, cradling her weapon in her arms, fear and horror in her dark blue optics. The Earth shook underneath their landing pads as the larger femme charged into battle. Parate watched the femme fight alongside Sanna and a few of the other femme's. Even though he didn't know who this sudden new recruit was or where she had came from, he welcomed her help. "A matter to deal with later."

"Let's go! Stay on my arse!" Parate shouted, then dodged a red blaster fire. "Scrap."

"Now what?" Tier asked, ducking down, covering her head just as a flyer swoops by and opens fire. Terrified, she laid flat against the ground. She looked up just as Teama came to a rolling stop beside Teir and her group. Teama shot up, deflected an oncoming red fire ball and charged back into battle. Above them was one of the larger Decepticon ship's Megatron had laying around in the Nemesis. Flyers and Decepticons appeared out of the ship, surrounding both groups. Another stray blaster fire landed near Tier's faceplate. She screamed and jumped back, her spark buzzing rapidly in her chest cavity. She screamed again when someone grabbed her arm and yanked her up. Her landing pads stumbled and she grasped onto Parate's arm to balance, her vision became dizzy and her internal system struggled to hold her up. "Why are we hunkered down behind nothing but flat land?"

"Get up and run!" Parate commanded, giving Tier a shove. Tier gasped, stumbling and tripping over her landing pads, desperately trying to flee. The flat land around them blowing up like human land mines. That was when Parate turned around to face the Flyer flying above their heads. And Tier was still frozen in place. Quickly, he swung her over his shoulder pad and dropped her off behind a destroyed tank. "Remain here!"

"Parate-" Before Tier could pull him back, he yanked his arm out of her reach. Parate ran ahead, raised his shield, blocking his faceplate from oncoming fire, doing a zig-zag formation to dodge the red hot lazer blasts. A small explosion knocked him off balance. Quickly, he rolled onto his stomach, transformed into his car form and, then, stumbled before being fully transformed. "Damn this bi-t-cog."

When he gained control of his internal system and refocused on the sky, Parate drove up to a large hill and sprang into the air with a loud roar. He was within a few inches from the Flyer's silver wing before he transformed back into a bot. His servo grasped the edge of the Flyer's silver wing causing it to swerve to the side. Parate planted his landing pads underneath the wing as the Flyer adjusted himself. The Flyer swooped down into a valley, close enough to the ground to kick up sand and dirt. Fighting against the strong winds and the spiraling Flyer, sand and rocks blinding his view, he climbed over the edge and on top of the Flyer's wing. Keeping his head down, he raised his servo high and thrusted it into the center of the Flyer's wing.

"Whoa!" Parate shouted, as the Flyer shot up and rocketed towards the sky.

His servo dug deep into the wing, his servo digits hanging onto the interior's wires and hard drives, the scream's of sheer agony from the Flyer grew faint. The blue sky grew closer, the air grew thick and heavy, star's popped into the sky like the beginning of a rainstorm. Any moment, the Flyer would be soaring through space with Parate clinging for dear life on his back.

"Oh no you don't." Parate growled.

Then, he raised his other servo over his head and shoved it deep into the center of the Flyer. The Flyer released a loud, painful shout and started a sharp nose dive to the sand hill's below. Parate, focused and calm, moved his servo inside the Flyer's internal system, grabbing the connected wires. He planted his landing pad on the other wing, and with all his strength, he leveled the Flyer. With his shield, he slammed it into the Flyer as more Decpticon Flyer's unleashed their weaponry unto him. When he had the Flyer just leveled enough, Parate's servo digits fidgeted with the wires to find the ones that would trigger the Flyer's weapon system.

"There!"

Parate aimed and fired like he was playing a human video game, making sure to keep his husk low and his focused as clear as a cloudless sky. His aim was spot on, each Flyer in his sight was blown to a blazing ball of machinery and high tech, plummeting down to their Earth. He was amazed that he was still able to fight with such intensity and savagery after so many years of being imprisoned, honestly, he believed that his instincts have become dormant after so long.

The massive black and dark purple ship came into view and it seemed as thought everything had fallen silent. Memories flooded his processor; memories of who he once was, the energon on his servos, the shrill's that sang in the empty halls, and the sadistic leader with his malicious lieutenants taking over the less meaningful ships. One's sent out for one purpose; mass murder.

With a new sense of determination and rage in his spark, he piloted the nearly dead Flyer up towards the ship. His optics scanned the surface carefully, landing on the glass area.

He pulled on the Flyer's under armor harder, causing him to rise higher toward the bridge. Watching the overview glass grow closer, he made sure to time things just right. It wouldn't be the same as leaping into an Autobot ship with it's not so advanced technology and weaponry. The Decepticon scientist's work tirelessly to improve every piece of machinery their servos touched.

However, every so often, they would look over the simple things such as glass. Parate smiled when he recognized the cracks and scratches in the glass, same spots that were created years ago during a battle on Cybertron.

Quicker than wind, he yanked out his shield from the Flyer and jumped off. Then, like a slow motion scene in a human action film, he plowed through the glass with his shield. He raised his head, finding himself in the center of the bridge surrounded by shocked Decpeticon's. Parate felt his system slowly turn into fighter mode; his instincts and reflexes were on high alert, his weapon system was ready at the slightest acknowledgement, all other thoughts were put aside.

One of them raised their weapon, Parate grabbed the Vehicon nearest to him and threw him into the first one.