A/N: Hey-o! 'Tis Bluefeather4299 coming at you with the 9th Chapter of "Two Worlds, One Family". Yay. This is kind of like...the main event almost? Yeah. Well, the beginning of the main event of the story. The next Chapter will be very much intense with fighting and blood and death. So...yeah...anywho, on with the story, and enjoy the Chapter!

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Talon curls around Sol, optics narrowing as a deep, guttural growl echoes through the chamber they were stuck in, the beast getting closer. Finally, it emerges from a separate tunnel, bursting through into the chamber with a snarling roar.

His optics widen.

{Master, there is a problem…}


Delta ignores the wind whipping around his plating, his only focus getting to Talon and Sol. His wings beat harder, pushing him forward. He was vaguely aware of the multitude of rescue Mechs racing below him, his parents at the front of the pack. His dad—though retired from the force—still had friends in the Enforcers, so they were ready and mobilized in minutes. Luckily Talon had messaged that Sol had woken briefly, before falling back into stasis.

Finally, they make it to where Talon and Sol were located, the gaping maw in the ground greeting him. He knew the beast was big, so he needed to do something stupid. Possibly deadly.

Sending a quick message to his parents to stay back until he gets the beast away and gives the signal, he deactivates his powers, his wings disappearing with a flash. There's a brief pause, before gravity pulls him back to the surface. What was just a low drum of wind turns into a whistle, evolving into a shriek loud enough to rival that of a Seeker as he dives down, aiming right for the opening in the planet surface. He plummets into the dark chasm, visor immediately recalibrating for the sudden lack of light. As he shoots down deeper, he briefly marvels at the fact that Sol even survived the fall. Then, he catches his first sight of the beast.

It…almost looked like a Predacon, but there was something different about it. It looked like a cross between a wolf and a crocodile, four trunk-like legs holding up a massive, robust body. Spikes frame the helm, a long snout filled with razor-sharp fangs—some too big for its maw, poking through the plating and into the open—as a long, whip-like tail swings behind it. Its plating was thick, a combination of metallic fur and scales adorning its body. And there was some kind of dark glow surrounding it, fueling it.

That's all that's taken in in seconds as Delta dives down, twisting and slamming his peds into its helm, driving it into the ground with a shrieking of metal. He moves with the momentum, tucking and rolling away, coming to a sliding stop in front of Talon and Sol. He was crouched, ready for any other movement, but the beast was too disoriented. He knew he didn't have long, so he turns.

And instantly regrets it.

Sol is in stasis like Talon said, and it's very obvious that's better for the younger Mech. Cracked and torn plating covers his body, a large dent on the back of his helm. His leg is pinned underneath the twisted remains of the beam Sol had no doubt been walking across, the rusted edges sharp and cutting deep into his leg. The armor is torn, Energon pooled underneath him. His servos begin to shake as images fill his mind, almost suffocating him.

Primus…there's so much Energon…

He's brought out of the dark thoughts when a snarl echoes around him, the beast recovering. It gets to its peds, optics flashing. It roars, the sound vibrating the walls. Protectiveness surging through his body, his powers flood to the surface once more, burning through his body. His optics narrow.

Delta roars in challenge. Finally, the beast charges.