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Chapter 26

One moment the world around him had consisted of the roar of flames, the crash of metal, and the frame searing scorch of a living pit. Then, between one breath and the next, Predaking's bulk burst into the open air. Massive wings clapped like thunder at his sides, pulling them higher and higher from the roaring inferno that was a crashing ship.

Hunkered down on the huge dragon's neck, Bee clung to Havoc, the hammer, and the tightly linked scale plating making up the beast mech's neck. Straddling the dragon's thick neck was a lot more grasping desperately for hand holds then it was squeezing with his legs. The mech was simply too big for him to get his legs all the way around. All Bumblebee could do was grasp as well as he could.

Clutching handfuls of the hound's energon stained plating, he pinned the hammer between his chest and Havoc's back. Using his weight and Havoc's claws to keep them both in place in the face of the sheer vertical climb the dragon pulled them into.

Over the shriek of the wind and the sound of a crashing ship behind them Bee could feel as well as hear the massive dragon mech roar his freedom to the sky.

To the sides Darksteel and Skylynx shrieked by with joyful cries of their own. Climbing with hard flaps of their feathered wings before breaking off in each direction. Confused—Bee twisted his frame trying to follow the lighter blue of the mechs in an effort to figure out where they were going—when the answer literally almost smacked him in the face.

A hard bank, roar, and twist of his neck brought Predaking in a spiral around the sudden whoosh of a ship's engine. Jerking his own head up, Bee caught sight of a gleaming silver wing with highlights he knew very well.

Silverbolt?

Baby blue optics widened in shock. The little yellow mech flung his focus back the other way just in time to watch Air Raid flash by above flap of Predaking's wings.

The Aerialbots!

Bumblebee laughed out loud in shocked delight. Clutching hard at the dragon mech's hide when he leveled out his steep climb.

"What the pit are they doing here?" He shouted the question to the wind, though he expected no real answer where he twisted on the dragon's back in order to watch the silver flier pull up along side the white and red one. In their alt modes he had no way to guess their expression but the way they pulled up short and headed back this way lead him to believe they had seen him. He was about to reach out over the comm waves when Star chuckled softly in the back of his mind.

"I told you, your carrier was closer than you thought."

Bee blinked, confused at the words until suddenly Predaking let out a thundering bellow and a scorch of flame. Yanking his attention back around to the front, the little yellow mech threw his head back and stared at the mass that was the Ark slicing through the clouds overhead.

Mia.

His spark soared in his chest, pounding hard in what felt a lot like relief and a little bit like he was about to break down sobbing. That is, right up until Predaking banked hard and released a truly spectacular burst of flame.

Wait.

"No!" Bee shouted over the wind and the roar of flame that crashed against the underside of the ship haul. It wouldn't do much—not really, but just as the dragon mech attacked the ship, Darksteel and Skylynx slashed through the sky behind them. Twisting on his perch he could do nothing but watch as the two griffin mechs nearly knocked Air Raid and Silverbolt out of the sky.

"No!" He barked over his spark, reaching for the feel of wild, angry, hunting that whirled around the three primal mechs. "No! Don't hurt them! They're my family!"

"I will go back to no cage, Breath." Predaking's deep rumble vibrated through. "Not even for the likes of you."

Unable to even begin to get what the frag the huge mech meant by that, Bee balled his hand up against the dark plating of his neck. "They won't put you in a cage! They're looking for me!"

Darksteel and Skylynx felt confused. A question hanging in their sparks, but it wasn't for him. It was for the massive dragon mech who beat his wings hard. One stroke, two stokes, and they broke over the bow of the ship. Climbing up again away from the falling mess of Lockdown's home, the dragon mech brought them level. Just in time for Bee to look down and catch sight of the clear glass of the bridge of the Ark.

The bridge where Rodimus, Magnus, Prowl, Elita, Chromia, and Arcee stood gaping at him. Optics wide and jaws dropped, Bee couldn't help the cheeky wave of fingers he shot down at them, nor the beaming grin lighting up his face.

Then in a powerful whoosh of the dragon's wings they were out of sight once more. Streaking down the back of the ship and out into the open air once more.

"Family, you say?" Predaking rumbled at him. Head twisted just enough down his long neck that Bumblebee could catch the edge of one brilliant golden optic.

"Yep." He nodded, and went on in a rush when Darksteel and Skylynx shot by to the left. The pair of mechs flanking in along the dragon's tailwind. "They won't hurt you. I promise."

The huge mech hummed against the wind, huge leathery wings sprawling out with a snap on both sides. The mass of them allowing the titan of a beast to coast out over the open air seemingly without effort. He twisted that massive head to the side, bringing Bee along with him with an arch of his neck to take in the sight below them.

With a shattering crash and groan, far below in the endless sands, Lockdown's ship slammed into the ground. Another explosion rocked through it with the impact. Blowing up bits of metal and burst of flame. Bumblebee narrowed his gaze against the harsh flashes of light.

If there had been anything left alive in there, he doubted it would stay that way for long.

"Do not bet on it, Young Spark."

Attention shifting inward, Bee squinted as if Star could see. "You mean Lockdown?"

Under his grip, Havoc growled. Predaking's gleaming golden optics darted his way.

"Yes."

"He's not gone?"

"That mech is far more difficult than that to see the end of, Young Spark. Fret not though. For now, you are done with him. Onto more pressing matters."

"More pressing matters?" He grumbled, doorwings flexing against his back as he caught sight of two ships leveling up near where the Ark was coming about. One he knew very well was Outrider, Hammerdown and Smokescreen—his spark purred with the sight—the other, he couldn't tell, but even more this distance he didn't need to.

Ironhide was on that ship. And the rest of his family.

He grinned despite the strange feeling Star was bouncing around his chest.

"What could possibly be more pressing then this? I wanna go back to Hide and Mia."

"Do me a favor, Young Spark, and ask the King of Beasts there is he knows where The Cube is?"

Bee blinked.

"The what now?"

"Just ask."

"Umm . . . okay." Turning to catch the gleam of that golden optic back at him, Bumblebee pitched his voice over the wind. "Predaking, do you know where The Cube is?"

Skylynx let out a bewildered sounding squawk over to the right. Bee couldn't help but jerk a look back at the lighter colored griffin. Glimmering golden optics wide in a hawk like face stared at him while the griffin mech flapped to level himself out. At his side Darksteel stared hard at him. Silent, and watchful. Something far too predator in his gaze for Bee to do anything but hunker down over Predaking's back. It prickled his nerves to turn away from that look, but the draw of the dragon's voice was too much to ignore when he spoke.

Wings powering them forward stroke by stroke, that massive horned head turned enough to catch an optic on where Bee was perched.

"What did you say?" There was a reptilian hiss with those words. They rolled through Bee's spark with an edge that screamed—wary, be wary—but even with it, Bumblebee was not afraid of him. Not even if maybe he should be. It was hard to be afraid when Star felt of so very pleased in his chest.

"Umm . . . The Cube?" Honestly, he had no idea. He was starting to wish he could figure it out though. Flapping through the sky on the back of a dragon wasn't the most helpful place to feel lost.

Predaking watched him for a few more wing-beats out of that one optic before twisting back around to watch where he was flying. That did not stop his voice from rumbling through Bumblebee's spark though.

"You truly are Breath, aren't you?"

Uh, well, he had no idea.

Star laughed softly through his chest. "Yes, you are."

"I guess." Bee hunkered a bit tighter down on the dragon's neck when he suddenly jerked forward with another burst of speed.

"Now, tell him this." Star went on. "Tell him Star is settling his debt. Tell him if he takes you to The Cube he will be free of his debt."

Squinted into the air, Bumblebee shrugged and repeated him. "Star says to tell you, he is settling his debt. That if you take me to The Cube you will be free of your debt."

Behind them Darksteel and Skylynx let out screeches and dove down below Predaking's wings. Darting a look behind them from where the dragon was steadily heading west, he could see the two ships following them as well as the Ark twisting about as well.

Darksteel and Skylynx looped up the other side of them. Another roaring cry leaving them both before they fell back to flank Predaking on both side of his tail. Below him, the dragon opened his maw and roared out a bellow to the wind. The sound bouncing all around them like thunder, the dragon spoke low through his spark.

"Breath speaks to the Star the Lives on Ground?"

Bee blinked, bewildered. He hadn't really thought too much about the fact that Star told him to mention his name. Even if this was the first time . . . well, ever, Star had told him to tell somebot he was there. That he could speak. That Bumblebee could hear him at all.

It should probably freak him out a bit more then it was, but well, he had admittedly gotten rather use to the friend in his spark. He was also sitting on the neck of a dragon, talking to said dragon, after he almost got killed by a creepy mech with green optics. After the last cycle he had had, to be perfectly honest, this probably wasn't the weirdest bit.

Pit what did that say about his life?

Nothing good probably.

Oh well.

"Umm . . . well, I call him Star, but sure, I guess."

"Star That Lives on Ground is gone." Skylynx screeched from behind them.

"Has been for longer then you have lived, little Breath." Darksteel growled.

"Silence!" Predaking roared without looking back at them. He didn't have to. The two griffins gave a twitter like a startled hawk and fell quiet behind them. Bee hunkered a little lower on the dragon's neck. That horned helm twisted back enough to catch sight of him again. "You speak to him?"

Baby blue optics met and held that gleaming pool of gold. "Yes."

The dragon watched him for a moment long. Calculating. Like a predator debating if the chase was worth the reward. Until finally he turned back toward the sky.

"Very well. Little Breath, we will take you to The Cube. And then, I will be free of this accursed last wish. Then, again, we will be truly free."

"Okay," Bumblebee muttered, not having the faintest clue what was going on here. "But, umm, do you think we can stop for a klick and let me go get my family?"

"They will follow."

"Well, yeah, but they're not going to be happy about it."

"I care not." The dragon mech huffed back at him. "Now hold on, Little Breath. We are going for a ride."

One hard slam of those long, sharp wings, and they were surging out across the open sky. Bumblebee couldn't help the sudden bark of surprised laughter as they surged forward with a burst of speed.

For a moment, Wardrums simply stood there looking out the ship glass. Dumbfounded in the face of the truth before him. There, flying out before them was a ghost he hadn't thought he'd ever seen again.

In his hand, crushed against the ship glass, Crosshairs grunted. "Okay. So maybe you were right about what the little runt is."

Wardrums' fist clenched around the fool's frame. Armor buckled and cracked against the force. The bounty hunter let out a soft yelp before he made himself go quiet.

Nothing really had changed about the sharp shooter. Still a coward, right up until you started hurting him. Then he could button his lip and take it, take it, take it. Vorns of living with his brother—War supposed.

He hated how that fact made him want to let the smaller mech go.

He was too angry though.

So instead, he clenched his fist once more, twisting away from the window to look back at the silver Autobot that kept them from crashing.

"Follow that predacon."

"No duh you fraggin' glitch. He's got Bee." Jazz snarled back at him, pushing the engines faster as their ship and the little scout ship where Outrider, Smokescreen, and Hammerdown were shot forward after them.

"Not too close." Dustoff grunted, the pain in his voice made War turn the other way. Watching as his mate sank back against the wall behind him. Slipping down until his aching frame could settle there against the floor. "Darksteel and Skylynx will not take it well if we get too close. You should tell your fliers the same. They will attack if they feel threatened. No matter what Bumblebee tells them. Well, especially no matter what Bumblebee tells them. If they are listening to him, they know what he is. They will not let anything close to him that will threaten him now."

"What the ever loving frag does that mean!?" Sunstreaker snarled from where he and his twin hoovered behind where the yellow and red medic had hunkered down beside Dustoff. Wardrums decided he liked the Autobot medic. Even if he was doing nothing but what his coding and nature told him too. He was trying to help Dustoff. There was little he could actually do with what they had on hand. What the shuttle's mate needed was rest, a whole pit of a lot of energon, and then more rest.

Wardrums could offer him none of that now though. He could only try and resolve this as quickly as possible. Problem with that grand idea though was Predaking was still alive. And now he had Bumblebee.

That was . . . less than great.

War and the King of Beasts didn't have that great of a history.

"It means," Wardrums rumbled, flexing his claws once more around Crosshair's frame turning his attention back to the neon green problem glaring at him from against the glass. "Lockdown has kept a very bitter mech locked up in a cage for an eon now and he just busted out. There is only one place he will go. Follow him, its all we can do at this point."

"I want my mechling back, you fragger." Ironhide snarled from the other side of the pilot seat.

"Do you wanna fight ah dragon for him?" Crosshairs grumbled; face squished up against the curved glass.

Ironhide's cannons whirled with plasma, the hulking black mech twisting to shoot an armor glare at the neon green mech's back. "If I need to."

"You won't win." Wardrums shot back at him, straightening up from where he had crouched to get a better look at the sight out before them. "And you won't need to. Back off, Autobot. I will deal with the predacon."

"You'll deal with him?" Crosshairs barked a garbled laugh.

War' optics blazed, snapping back down to the mech pinned in his grasp. Behind him, Dustoff sighed.

"Shut up, Crosshairs. You're not helping your situation here."

The sharp shooter snorted. "Ah'm not wrong. Old fire breathing lizard out there hates ya guts, General. With good reason. Ya left him to rust."

"Yes," War hissed between them. "I did. But you let him stay locked away, bounty hunter."

Bright blue optics flashed behind those goggle lens.

"I doubt that will help your case with him either." The massive shuttle went on. "Now, mute it and get out of my sight."

With a twist and a fling, he hurled the neon colored mech back through the pried open doors of the ship's bridge. The following chaos of crashes and smashes brought a pleased sneer to the old mech's lips before he turned to meet the Prime's blazing gaze.

It did not surprise War to find a righteous anger burning in those royal blue optics. He had been rather compliant through all this. This mech who ruled the Autobots. War would give him that much. However, they both knew Optimus was reaching his breaking point. He would not bow out to Wardrums for much longer. If the shuttle mech had been younger, he might have cared.

The truth of the matter though, was that War did not.

He did not care if he rubbed the Prime the wrong way. He did not care if he angered an adopted sire. He did not care if the whole of the Autobot forces wanted to take him on.

He didn't have time to care.

Not anymore.

He could deny and bluster and shout all he wanted, but Dustoff was right. As he normally was.

There would be no more running from this. There would be no more hiding.

Predaking would take Bumblebee to one place. To the ever-shifting hiding spot of an artifact he'd help hide. He would have no more of an exact idea of its location then War did, but the huge beast mech had been there when it was hidden. He knew the cave system as well as War did.

He would know where to start.

And while Wardrums had done what he did for his own reasons, the truth was, Predaking had done it for a debt. War was not foolish enough to think otherwise. Helping the mechling was not born from the goodness of his spark.

Oh no.

This was about nothing else then Predaking washing his talons of all of them.

The problem was Bumblebee was now caught in the middle.

The predacons would do him no harm. Not now, for sure. That didn't mean they wanted to be at his beck and call either though. Especially when it was less Bee's then it was Star's.

War did not know what the conniving old fool in a youngling's spark had told said youngling to say, but it must have been something to get that overgrown lizard moving that fast. It had to be the All Spark.

Stopping to question how in the world Shootingstar knew Predaking had been there when War hid it, let alone where it was made War's head hurt though, so he didn't.

Instead, he held those royal blue optics and took his claw off the comm button on the dash.

"You hear all that, Outrider?"

Over the comm ways Outrider's voice crackled. "Why and I not surprised you know the giant fire breathing lizard?"

"He's an old friend." Dustoff muttered as Ratchet pried open one of his wrist ports and started tinkering.

Wardrums snorted. "We are not friends."

"How exactly are you friends with a dragon?" Jazz growled; visor fixed on the back of the beast flying further in front of them.

"Not friends." War slid his optics away from the Prime in order to look out the window once more.

"He's a dragon." Optimus barked.

War's optics slid back to the royal blue. "He is not a mindless beast if that is what you are getting at. He is a mech. He just turns into a dragon."

Sideswipe huffed behind them. "You mean like the Dinobots?"

Dustoff shifted, letting out a sigh. "He's not just a predacon. He's the predacon. That mech is older than we are, Sideswipe. He's been around since this planet was cyber-formed. He's been here since before we came here."

Various shades of blue snapped his way. All of them filled with some kind of question or another.

War huffed out a hard breath through his vents when he turned back toward the window in front of him. "He has outlived his breed. He has survived more war then you can imagine. He has gone on and on when all others have failed to. He is no mindless reptile and he far outclasses the lot of you. So be glad he owes your mechling a debt. He will see it repaid and then he will be gone. He cares nothing for the wars of bots anymore. I doubt an eon in Lockdown's trophy hall has improved his mood. I will deal with him. Do nothing."

The comm waves crackled with static, but otherwise, the ship was silent.

Predaking did not like unknowns.

One might even say, he hated them. Though, stickily speaking, the massive mech had not had the energy to devote to hating much of anything besides Lockdown in over an eon.

Locked up in a hole for that amount of time did things to one's mind, he was sure. He didn't care. But he was pretty sure that would be a logical conclusion.

The universe knew he had gotten damn tired of listening to Skylynx make up songs somewhere around a lifetime ago. How in all of pit Darksteel put up with his twin to the degree he did—the beast mech would never know.

He supposed, on some scale of reasoning, he was grateful to have not spent the last lifetime locked up in a cage by himself. He probably really would have gone mad if he'd been stuck down there alone.

At least with Darksteel and Skylynx he was pretty sure they had kept each other mostly sane.

Sort of.

Maybe.

Then again, there was a youngling on his back that spoke to a mech that was supposed to be dead.

So maybe he hadn't made it out of that cage with his mind intact.

Oh well.

The ships had dropped back to a reasonable distance behind them. Smart of them. The youngling might say they were his family, but Predaking was never going back to a cage. He'd burn them all before he let that happen. Youngling with Star in his spark pleading for their lives, or not.

He would take the little mech to The Cube, and then he would be done with it. All this fraggin' mess was Star That Live on Ground's fault anyway.

Well, technically it wasn't his fault he was made but Predaking would go right on blaming him for all the rest of it until the suns burned out and the world split in half. Then, the dragon mech would go find a new world to live on and go right on blaming him.

Him and Wardrums.

Golden optics narrowing against the wind, the dragon mech tried very hard not to pay too much attention to the scents he could tickle out of the world around him. He did not need a scent system as advanced as his to know that Wardrums was back there on one of those ships.

It stood to reason.

He hated it, for sure.

But it did make sense.

If Star had found his way back onto this plane of existence Wardrums would know about it. Especially if that way back came in the form of a youngling that looked all too much like Mercy.

Behind him, Darksteel rumbled through their internal link. Choosing the pack bond to speak instead of the open spark waves. It would keep the youngling from hearing, though that didn't mean he wouldn't be able to feel that something was being said around him. It would be interesting to see how long the curious little thing lasted before he couldn't take it anymore.

"Little Breath is not normal youngling. You know that, King."

It was not a question.

The huge dragon mech would be disappointed if it was.

"No." He rumbled back, powering through a downward stroke of his wings. Feeling the youngling shift along his neck with the movement it shot through his frame. He still clung to that hound. Impressive amount of loyal shown there. The young one understood pack.

It was the hammer clenched tight in his grip that had stopped Predaking from snapping his jaws over the little thing and being done with it in that cell though.

For the dragon mech had seen that hammer before. He had known the mech that had been its Bearer first. He was not all that surprised to see it in the hands of another. Unlike so many of these civilized generations he understood the basic balance of nature.

He had known all along Life would come back.

He just hadn't been so sure he would live to see it.

He had yet to figure out if he was glad he did.

"He is Life." Skylynx chirped down the bond. The lighter blue griffin mech flapping closer to Predaking's tail. He felt remarkably pleased when the mechling grinned at the barrel roll he showed off.

Predaking resisted the urge to roll his optics.

"Of course, he is. What else would he be if Star That Lived on Ground is in his spark?"

The lighter griffin gave the feeling of a shrug down the bond. "I do not know. I just didn't think Life would come back so . . . small."

Darksteel growled through the bond. "Weak is what you mean."

Skylynx shot him a glare down the bond. "Hey, do not be cruel. He is not weak. He survived the ship. He got us out."

"No." The darker twin snarled back at him, beak flashing in the desert sun as he flapped closer to his brother. "The Forge survived the ship and got us out. He simply swung it around."

"That is not something you could have done." Skylynx shot back. "He is the Bearer. He is not weak."

"He is the Life left on a dying world." Predaking said softly, the weight of his words down the line drawing both their attentions back to him. "He is weaker than the one that came before him. Make no mistake about that. He is the life that has almost been snuffed out."

The pair of griffins were quiet for a long stretch of time after that. The three of them simply flying through the hot desert air. Though it did not last long. The dragon mech knew better then to think Skylynx could ever leave anything lie.

"Does that mean . . . he will lose?"

"Star that Lived on Ground could not win. He was stronger. How could you possibly think Little Breath could do what he could not?" Darksteel quietly offered back.

Pain surge down the pack bond. The feeling of which made Predaking toss his head in an effort to get rid of it. It did little to help, so he growled down the bond instead.

"This world lived before the Guild, that is true. It will live after it."

"How?" Darksteel snapped his beak in question. "Death of All will not stop until this world goes dark. Forever."

"It is not the Guild that will stop him. It is the consequences of his own actions. Those are what will come back to bite him in the end. Poetic, is it not?"

That was not Predaking.

Nor was it the griffin twins.

The pair of brothers snarled at the unwanted presence in their pack bond. Predaking simply let a smile curl the edges of his lips.

"Aw, so there you are."

The foreign feeling in the bond glittered with a deep-set amusement. It was a feeling the like of which the dragon mech had not felt in quiet some time. He had almost forgotten that feeling.

Almost.

"You do not sound surprised, old friend." Star that Lived on Ground mused through a bond that did not belong to him.

"We are not friends." Predaking shot back. "I owe you a debt. Nothing more now."

"I am hurt, King. We were friends. Once."

"That was a life time ago." The dragon shot back. "A life that has ended because you were too foolish to listen to those around you who knew better."

Deep in the bond, that amusement faded. On the dragon's neck, a youngling sagged with a sudden huff of pain.

Deep in his chest, Predaking snarled. "Now leave. You are not welcome in this bond. Nor will you ever be again. You will not be welcome much of anywhere if you keep draining the spark that is keeping you on this plane! Go back to it before you damage him even more!"

Between one breath and the next the feeling was gone, but not without a fading jab.

"You see, old friend. You do care."

The dragon mech breathed a sigh of relief as Darksteel and Skylynx shook themselves out behind him. Predaking turned his attention to the little yellow youngling clinging to his neck.

"Are you alright, Little Breath?"

Bumblebee blinked against the pain in his chest. Optics hazing for a few breaths, he shook his head back and forth in an effort to get the sudden ache to go away.

He had been fine just a moment ago. Holding on to Havoc and watching the world rush by below them. Then, all of a sudden, his spark had started burning. As if he was stretching it too far or something. But he hadn't done anything.

In his chest, Star murmured. "I am sorry, Young Spark."

Bee flicked his antennas in confusion. "That was you?"

Star hummed, and then faded out.

Bumblebee wasn't sure how he knew, but he could tell his friend was gone from his presence. He was still there—not gone for good—but he had pulled back like he did when he was away. Bee didn't mind all that much.

Whatever he just did, it had hurt.

"Little Breath?"

Bumblebee jerked his attention back down to the dragon peaking an optic back at him. "Oh, sorry. Yeah, yeah, I'm fine it was just—" He cut himself off. He was so use to not talking about Star. He was amazed suddenly with the notion that he could talk about Star. To this strange mech who had not blinked an optic when Bee told him a voice in his spark had told him to do something. "Hey, umm, just curious. How do you know about Star? You . . . you didn't seem surprised?"

Predaking turned his attention back out in front of them. "I have lived a very long time, Little Breath. I have seen quite a few things."

"But . . . ." Bumblebee stared in wonder out in front of him, but saw very little of it. "Do you . . . know what he is?"

The dragon let a chuckle rumble through his frame. "Only as much as any being can."

Confused, Bee held tighter to Havoc's frame. The hound grumbled at him, pain clear in his field but he stayed still. "What does that mean?"

"It means we have a long way to go, Little Breath. Rest. You've had a long orn and I want to fly. I have not stretched my wings in longer then you have been alive. Something tells me you will have more then enough to work out for yourself before long. If it is The Cube he wants."

"What is The Cube? And why do you know where it is? Star didn't tell me anything, just to tell you that. What is so important about it that it can't wait until I go back to my family?"

"What is it you want them for?" Darksteel grumbled from behind. "Miss your carrier, little youngling."

"Yes."

"This little thing is not more then a hatchling." Darksteel hissed toward the dragon.

"Enough, Darksteel." Predaking huffed. "We have enough to think about."

"Yeah, like the fact that we're flying off toward that damn Cube because a ghost told us to with some little egg that still belongs by his carrier's hip." The darker blue griffin snapped.

"I said, enough!"

The griffin went quiet again, but Bumblebee could feel the anger simmering around him. The little yellow mech hunkered down over Havoc's back.

"Pay him no mind, Little Breath." Skylynx hummed from where he flew on the other side of them. "He's just grumpy because he's hungry."

"Quiet the both of you. We have a long way to go and I've a lot to think about." Predaking grouched at the pair of them.

Bumblebee huddled down closer to his hound and missed his carrier.

And they're off to find The Cube! Finally.

I hope you guys enjoyed. I can't wait to see what you thought.

Thank you for sticking around, I adore you all!

- Jaycee