Authors Notes- And here I am back again with another Chapter to Victims Of Fate. As you know I don't own Transformers. Hasbro does. I DO however own Joyride, Lunatic, Killshot, and Vortex. As well as the plot. Now that we got that out of the way, here is chapter two.

Chapter Two: Ambush

Joyride knew he shouldn't feel too hopeful, as he watched as the image of Cybertron disappeared from view. After all, even here within the depths of space anything could happen, anyone could be lurking out here. Joyride had often heard stories, had seen instances when some poor sap be it Neutral or anyone else that wanted to get away from this war being ambushed by Autobots. And sadly, for those trying to escape it never ended well.

They were either blown to atoms or captured and reprogrammed into Autobots. That, Joyride thought, was a fate worst than death itself in his optics. Scanning the starry expanse Joyride saw...nothing. Which was a good sign, maybe that would mean from here on out things would be smooth sailing.

However, as soon as he allowed himself to think that the right side of his ship got hit. The blast shook the entire ship. Biting back a curse Joyride knew he had hoped too soon. His scanned had picked up not one but two Autobot cruisers chasing after him. Great, Joyride thought darkly, so much for everything being smooth sailing.

Biting down on his bottom lip he picked up speed as the ships gained on him, firing as they did so. How much damage had he taken? Joyride quickly looked down to assess the damage, so far it seems he was lucky, as lucky a unarmed Neutral could be anyway. Biting back another curse he was struck again. The blast nearly knocking him out of his seat. Gritting his denta he sped around anything and everything in hopes of losing his bloody thirsty pursuers. But still they were on his tail.

They were persistent, he would give them that, he wondered if it was desperation or something else that caused his pursuers to chase him to diligently? Joyride had heard of Lord Prime's anger and of the horrific punishments of those who failed him often suffered. And for the briefest of moments Joyride felt a sliver of pity for them. A feeling that quickly disappeared as he dodged another volley of blasts. So far, Joyride's luck seemed to hold up, but the main question was how long could he keep this up? He knew he would need to shake them eventually, but how? That was the main question, wasn't it?

Biting down on his bottom lip once more he found himself at a loss for how he was going to do that. However, before he could dwell on that thought for much longer another blast struck his ship. Making him cry out as his poor ship struggled to continue to function. It seemed that his luck had finally run out as his ship landed on a small asteroid. The crash causing his head to smash into the console. Pain shooting through his head, as he let out a pained groan, energon spilling down his face plate. His optics flickering as he slumped against his seat.

Well, he thought, his fuel pump quickening as he sat there. End of the road, I guess. Just my fraggin' luck. Joyride waited slightly, he knew Prime's goons had to be outside, looking for a way to crack open this tin can, and drag him, kicking and screaming into the Autobots clutches, sending him to his doom.

Whether it was at some death camp, or to become another Autobot puppet. So much for trying to escape somewhere safe. If there was such a place. Joyride sighed optics offlining as he waited and waited. When realization hit him, onlining his optics, and peered through the cracked window. This wasn't how he wanted to go, not rolling over and dying without a fight. Sure, he knew for a fact that when it came to much more experienced 'Bots he wouldn't be able to hold his own. But that certainly didn't mean he should just give up.

Gritting his denta he gripped his steering wheel, and fired her up once more. Biting down on his bottom lip he prayed to whoever might be listening when- Finally!

Joyride let out a triumphant laugh as his ship roared to life once more. Taking to the air he heard a startled exclamation of one of the Autobot dogs as he did so, a grim smile etched on his face plate as he flew off. Hoping that he left his pursuers scrambling to catch up, and by the time they would he would be long gone. Up ahead he could see a planet, seeing no other options he headed in that direction, perhaps this planet would be could place to lay low for a while. Nodding to himself he headed for that planet, unfortunately for him how wrong he was...

So, the little coward chose to continue to run, did he? Killshot thought as the little Neutral somehow found his second wind and had slipped through his and Lunatic's fingers. Killshot was unable to keep the smile from his lips when he heard his longtime partner curse over the Comms. While Killshot hadn't had this much fun during a hunt in a long while. Most Neutrals, Autobot deserters, or Decepticon cowards he and Lunatic had hunted down in the past would put up a fight. Especially if they were Autobot deserters or Decepticons but most Neutrals however always seemed to give up the moment they were caught.

Or they ran.

And it seemed that this time they had a very tenacious Neutral on their hands. Good, Killshot thought, his smile widening. Optics narrowed, he loved the chase more than anything, and when he finally caught this little Neutral they would continue to fight when he finally got his hands on them.

Run, run little Neutral, Killshot thought, darkly. I do plan on keeping this little game of ours going for a long time. So keep on running. With that Killshot fired on the little ship as he and Lunatic chased their prey to a planet called Earth.

Authors Notes- And thus concludes chapter two of Victims Of Fate. Sorry it wasn't that interesting but things will get interesting as the story goes on. And with that out of the way this is The Exhausted Writer signing off. Have a good day.