Hello once again audience! So... yeah... I am pretty sure that some if not most of you are pretty ticket at me for taking so dang long to update. Its been what a year since my last one? I am so very sorry about that. Army life is not very supportive to the writing process. But that is still no reason to have you guys wait so long. All I can say is I am sorry and I hope you can forgive me.

So, here is the new chapter. I hope you all enjoy it and I am sorry it is so short. I wanted it to be longer but decided that it would be best to put out what I have here so that you all know I am not dead.

Enjoy...

He could see the smoke filling the sky well before the city came into view. The large black smoke stack looked like a massive storm system that threatened to break at any moment. Turning up the level of his hearing Sam began to hear the sound of several explosions that sounded like thunder in the distance. A cold shiver ran through his body at the noise and the damage that he knew it was bringing. Hopping that no one he cared about was injured to badly he began to lower his altitude in preparation for his landing. As he came closer and closer to the city readings began to pop up in the corner of his vision, he glanced at them quickly taking in all the information that they gave him.

From what he could tell, there where dozens of energon readings coming from every corner of the city. He wasn't sure how he knew which ones where the Autobots and which ones where Decepticons but he knew anyway. If he paid more attention to them he could even tell how much energy they where putting out, this let him know who was hurt and how badly. The majority where putting out strong readings but there where a handful whose readings where quickly falling low. Even though he could tell which ones where Autobots and which ones where Decepticons he couldn't tell whose exactly they where. He felt his spark pulse quickly in his chest as his fear continued to rise.

"I have to hurry and stop this!" He thought to himself.

Casting a glance down at the buildings below him, Sam quickly angled himself to one of the largest buildings in the area. He started to lower the power of his jets so that he wouldn't over shoot his target and in less then a minute he cut them off completely. His feet made a hard bang as his armor landed on the concrete of the building. Bringing his wings back into his body, Sam ran to the ledge of the roof and began to search the area that he was in. Several energon readings where in the area and he was happy to see that none of them seemed to be in any danger at the moment.

"Alright... I have to think." He said out loud to himself.

Taking a deep breath he tried to clear his mind of any distracting thoughts. He felt his spark start to settle down and the tension in his shoulders began to leave. Letting the breath he had been holding out Sam opened his optics and looked around with a keen eye trying to spot anything that might help. The sound of explosions suddenly grew in volume and Sam looked up to see three Decepticon Seekers opening fire a dozen or so blocks from the building he was on.

"Starscream." Sam growled, his anger for the Seeker rising.

Sam wanted to take off at that moment and blast the piece of scrap out of the sky. The only thing that stopped him was the thought that he might not be able to do it and live through it. He knew that if he died trying to bring Starscream down then the fight would rage on and the Earth would burn. Desperately, he tried to wrestle his anger back under his control. It took a moment but he managed to bring it down to just bellow the boiling point.

"Have to focus." He told himself. "Have to get to the center of this whole thing. If I can stop it there then everything else will follow."

The center of the fight, he knew, would be where ever Optimus, Megatron and The Fallen where.

"Its not the Autobots that they are after this time, they want to do as much damage to the human race as possible." Sam thought out loud. "And the place that they would do the most damage would be..." Sam brought up a map of the city and instantly picked out where he needed to go. "There!"

Bringing out his wings, Sam quickly took off and began to fly over the city aiming for the large white building where the most destruction looked to be. As he flew the sounds of the many battles bellow continued to fill the air. With each explosion that rip the air Sam couldn't help but imagine that one of his friends where in trouble. Before he made it half way to his destination he was all but shaking with the need to dive down and come to the aid of who ever needed him.

He fought against his rising emotions trying to keep himself on target but before long he began to descend towards another building his mind unable to block the images of the ones he cared for laying broken in the streets. He ground to a halt on top of a four story building and instantly rushed to the edge to gaze at the street bellow.

Large chunks of the street where destroyed and all around laid twisted heaps of metal that use to be normal cars and trucks. The building across from the one he was on had collapsed entirely and he could make out the twisted and burnt remains of a few humans who hadn't been able to escape the destruction in time. A burning anger began to rise up inside his chest making his spark pulse twice as fast as it had been before.

Sam didn't know how long he stayed on top of that building, he felt as if everything he ever knew had been ripped from him leaving him hollow. It wasn't until a large explosion erupted a few blocks down from him that he pulled himself back to the present. Enhancing his vision he tried to find the source of the explosion. It wasn't had to figure out since a large Decepticon burst its way out of the black smoke. The 'Cons arm was in the form of a large cannon the tip still smoking from the attack it had just used.

A growl formed in the back of Sam's throat, which thanks to his armor had a primal metallic grind to it. He felt the metal on his hands shifting and before he even realized what he was doing he had both hands raised. Power began to gather in his open palms and he was on the verge of unleashing his attack when he noticed a small form running from the Decepticon. It took all his will power to hold off his attack for fear of hitting the fleeing human.

Narrowing his optics, Sam was horrified to see that the human on the run was none other then Sergent Epps.

"If he's here then Will and the rest of the NEST team must be here too." Sam thought to himself.

Taking a quick look around Sam tried to spot the other members of NEST but found none of them. It was possible that Epps had only gotten separated from his team, but Sam knew that the more likely reason for the Sargent to be on his own was that the others where dead. Another wave of anger erupted inside him and he knew that there was only one way to quell his rage.

Powering up his wings, Sam quickly shot off the roof top and began to speed down the street right at the perusing Decepticon. With the power still gathered in his palms ready to use Sam brought both arms up and let lose the energy from each of his solar weapons. He was forced back a few feet by the concussion of his weapons going off and he watched as his attack burnt through the air leaving behind the smell of burning ozone. The Decepticon was so focused on his target that he wasn't able to register the attack until it was too late.

Both shots hit the 'Con at the same time, one in the shoulder and the other in the chest just above his spark. The force of the explosion that followed threw the Decepticon off his feet and sent him crashing to the ground. Moving quickly Sam descended to the street and came down right behind Epps who had stopped to see what had happened.

Landing with a heavy bang on the ground Sam quickly wrapped his army around Epps and blasted off again.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Epps yelled as they flew quickly through the air.

Sam didn't bother to answer the Sergent's question, instead he focused on moving him far enough away from the 'Con just in case it got back up. Before long, Sam landed on another rood top and quickly let Epps go. The larger man broke away from him and took several steps back before turning around to face him. Sam could see the surprise on his face before he hid it behind a hard mask of military training.

"Who the fuck are you?" Epps shouted bringing his weapon up to point at Sam's chest.

Sam lifted his hands up in the universal sign of "I mean no harm."

"Calm down Epps..." He said quickly. "It's me, Sam!"

Confusion crossed the Sergent's face but was quickly replaced by doubt.

"Bull shit!" He said. "I know Sam and you ain't the kid."

Doing the only thing that would prove to Epps who he was. Sam quickly drew back his helm and battle mask showing his human face underneath. Sam saw Epps mouth the words "What the hell" before his weapon lowered slightly.

"Epps, its me... Really." Sam said trying to calm the Sargent down.

"Kid?" Epps said the shock and surprise clear in his voice.

"Yeah." Sam answered nodding his head. "I wish I could explain but there isn't time."

"Yeah no kidding." Epps retorted moving to the edge of the building and looking down at the street bellow. "Things here have gone to shit real quick."

"I know." Sam said lowering his arms and moving next to the Sargent. "Where is Will and the rest of NEST?"

"I don't know man..." He replied. "Our transport got blown out of the sky and not many made it out in time."

"Did Will..." Sam started but couldn't finish the question.

"I'm sure he made it out." Epps said a slight smile on his face. "That bastards lucky that way."

"Ok..." Sam said trying to believe what Epps said. "Have you seen Optimus?"

"No, the only ones I've seen have been the 'Cons." Epps answered. "If I had to guess I'd say the big guy is in the middle of all this."

"That's what I was afraid of..." Sam mumbled. Bringing his helm and battle mask back into place Sam quickly unfolded his wings and powered them up. "Alright, I have to go find Optimus and try and help."

"What!?" Epps asked shocked. "Kid, you may have... what ever this is going for you..." He said gesturing to Sam's armor. "...but that doesn't mean that you can go head first into a war zone like this."

"That's exactly what it means." Sam said. "I'm the only one who can stop this whole thing, and I'm not just talking about this one fight. I mean the whole war!"

"How exactly do you intend to do that?" Epps asked.

Sam was quiet for a moment. In all honesty he had no idea how he could put a stop to the war but he had to try.

"I have a plan..." He lied.

"Kid..." Epps began but stopped. In the end he simply sighed and said; "Good luck."

Nodding, Sam kicked his jets to there max power and blasted off.

Optimus lowered his cannon, smoke drifted slowly from the heated end as the the Decepticon that had been in front of the Prime fell to the ground. A large gaping hole smoked in its chest plates where the 'Con's spark had once been. Just like every other time Optimus had to take the life of one of his own kind he sent a silent prayer to Primus to forgive him. He hated what the war forced him to do, each spark that he terminated weighed heavily on him and as the eons passed the weight of his actions grew heavier and heavier. He wished that he could hold onto the hope that the war would end with a treaty that would save the rest of his fellow Cybertronians. But as the years passed that hope had begun to slip and now there was so little of it left.

He knew that now was not the time to let these thoughts enter his processor but he found it increasingly difficult to block them. Giving his helm a shake, the Prime retracted his arm cannon and began to move forward. Using his internal map of the city Optimus knew that he was not far from his destination. The one place that he knew that Megatron and The Fallen where at.

"Today is the day..." He thought to himself. "The Fallen and Megatron will be stopped or I will."

Optimus was not sure what had made that thought come into his mind. All he knew was that it held an undeniable truth to it. He could feel it in his spark, the battle taking place would be one of the very last. As if to prove his feeling right, the next corner he turned showed him a direct path to where The Fallen sat. The ancient worrier sat perched on top of the stone chair that had once held the statue of one of the countries most influential leaders.

Optimus clenched his fist in anger at the site of the fallen Prime. He had once stood for so much, been a symbol of hope and inspiration to all of there kind. But he betrayed them all, his brothers, his people and Primus. For that, Optimus swore he would make him pay, even if he had to surrender his own life to do it. Quickly transforming, Optimus sent a message to all his Autobots telling them that he was about to engage The Fallen. He got a quick response from Ratchet telling him to wait for back up but he ignored it. Revving his engine, Optimus took off down the street using his weight and speed to smash anything that got in his way.

He knew that The Fallen could see him coming, and he had a moment of worry when the mech did not rise from his seat or make any attempt to stop him. It was a moment after the thought entered his mind that he understood the reason for The Fallen's actions. Just before he was able to clear the buildings and make it to the open area in front of The Fallen a massive heavy object rammed into him from the side. The force of the impact sent the Prime crashing into a building and causing the entire structure to collapse on top of him.

The rubble from the building crashed all around him and effectively pinned him down from every side. Grinding his gears, Optimus tried to transform in order to escape but found that he was unable to. He was stuck and completely defenseless. It didn't take long for the sound of heavy foot steps to reach his audio filters. It was quickly joined by several others.

"Poor Prime..." He heard a voice growl, a voice he knew belonged to his brother. "Dig him out of there, we don't want him to be late for his execution."

Optimus heard the sound of several other Decepticon's laughing followed by the sound of the rubble being moved from around him. A plan was quick to form in his mind, he would wait until they had moved enough of the rubble then he would transform as fast as he could and take on as many as he could. He knew that it wasn't the best idea, but it was the only option open to him. The Prime readied himself to jump into action as he felt some of the chunks of building begin to be sifted from his back. But before anything else could be done Optimus felt something sharp and metallic get shoved into his body, it pierced his armor and a massive surge of energy ripped through his entire frame.

He felt several of his circuits get fried and multiple systems crash as the energy tore through his systems. It felt as if the pain would last forever but as quickly as it came it stopped. Optimus sank down on his tiers and began to see static dance over his optics. It wasn't long before his optics shut off completely and darkness grabbed hold of him in a tight embrace. His only comforting thought was that he knew that Megatron would not kill him until he came back online and that maybe when he did he could figure a way to escape.

Well there you go! I hope that you enjoyed the chapter and that you all haven't left me for taking so long to put it up. I promise to start updating more often on all my stories.

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