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Swirlspot: The Autobots' actually all made the plan to capture Darkflame, but they wanted to catch 'a' Predacon. Nightsteel was just the Autobot who volunteered to stay behind and tell Ratchet when they got Darkflame. They were hoping to catch her, of course. :) And they don't suspect because Nightsteel and Knock-Out pretend to despise each other. She (Darkflame) is looking for Fireflare, or at least, she was until she was frozen... And you guessed it! I didn't think that would happen XD Fireflare died, the Decepticons found his remains and cloned him. But Predaking doesn't have Fireflare's memories, so... yeah... that may not be good for poor Darkflame! And, the two Predacons weren't sparkmates yet, they were the equivilent of boyfriend and girlfriend. :) Sorry for being so confusing! Lol XD
Seeker3: Thanks! Glad you like it. I personally thought it was exccessive, despite me being the one who wrote it :D Great! Thanks again!
And, look! I got the linebreak! :D
Darkflame's P.O.V.
Ratchet and I watched as the Autobots squared off against the Decepticons once more. The team was slowly being seperated by the numerous drones, and Bulkhead was backed up against a rock fissure, fending of the Vehicons that mindlessly fought him. I heard Predaking's angry cry just as he landed in Bulkhead's view, crushing a few unfortunate drones that couldn't get out of his way fast enough.
::I need backup!:: Bulkhead commed, diving to the side as Predaking's large claws slashed the rock behind him. Ratchet swore angrily. "The rest of the Autobots are held up as well!" The medic turned toward me. "Go. The Autobots need the backup."
Stunned, I stared at the medic for a moment, hesitating only a brief moment before dashing through, my sword clutched in my servos.
My senses were stunned at the cacophony of sounds, smells, and sight of pure bloodshed. This... this is... My thoughts were interrupted by Bulkhead's blaster shots. I sliced my way through the crowds of drones, heading to Bulkhead's aid. Smacking the broad side of my sword against Predaking's side, I drew his attention away from the green Autobot. "Predaking. We need to fight, but draw your blows. I do not intend to kill the only other Predacon."
The large male Predacon growled in surprise. "What is this? You look like.. Darkflame? Is that you?"
I merely chuckled, noticing a Seeker veer off his course, and head in my direction. I wasted no time and transformed, blasting white-hot flames at Predaking.
He roared in suprise, stumbling back. "You can transform!" He ducked under my next barrage. "All Predacons can transform!" I replied, twirling under his slashing peds. I transformed again, pulling my sword from its sheath across my back. Leaping atop his back, I slashed with my sword, hard enough to draw Energon, but light enough it did no harm.
He rolled, knocking me off. I stood, but his tail knocked me down. I grunted, grasping after my sword that spun away. "Watch it!" I snarled, kicking away a group of five drones that swarmed around me.
I snarled, transforming once more. "Predaking! Hold your blows. I have no wish to mortally wound the only other Predacon!"
"My apologies." He said, shoving my spiked tail aside. A high-pitched scream alerted the battlefield to a missile being launched, and I looked up at the Seeker that had been flying about our heads.
"Darkflame! Move!" Predaking shoved me, but he was to late. The missile from the Seeker, no doubt Starscream, exploded under us both, throwing us apart.
My tanks felt on fire, as if they had been blasted open. I groaned, trying to get up as Starscream approached. "You filthy beast! You dare join the Autobots!" Starscream had strange armor on, that covered his entire frame. It looked thick, and I wondered if I could penetrate it with my flames.
"Ah, I see you're eyeing my new armor! It was forged by a Prime. No way you're ever getting past it, slagger!"
I transformed, tears filling my optics at the pain. "It's ugly. It proves what a coward you are. You cannot stand against a lone Autobot even."
Starscream's suprise at my transform quickly melted away. "What?!"
"Fragger. Slagger. Glitch. Aft. Rapunger. Wimp. Sparkling. What else would you like to be called?"
The mech's screech hurt my audios. "You shall regret that! How about disarming you!"
He kicked my stomach-plates, and I curled up at the pain. He forced my helm back, opening my mouth and finding the four denta that held my acid. He shot them loose, yanking them out, ignoring my cries of pain.
That armor is too much! I can't-"
I cut my thoughts off, watching as Starscream subspaced the fangs. He turned towards me."I shall finish you off!"
I raised my helm, determined that this mech wouldn't see fear in my optics.. Starscream charged his blaster, when suddenly a Predacon landed on him from above. The golden Draconian roared, acid spilling from his maw.
Green fire infused with acid blasted amongst the ranks, decimating hordes of the drones.
He stopped, transforming and motioning for me to do the same. I did, albeit painfully enough I almost slipped into stasis. He picked me up, carrying me over to a ground bridge that appeared.
He stalked through, tail swaying behind him. I recognised the Autobot's voices that immediatly morphed into shouts and blaster whirring.
The Predaconian language fell upon my audios, and I was layed gently upon the ground.
"Come, Predaconian, you must translate for me. The Autobots can not understand my speech."
I cracked an optic open, listening to his words.
"I am Dunebreaker, I come in peace searching for Predaconians. More specifically, Draconians. I was merely helping the femme. I could not get the mech, however, but he was less hurt than this one here."
I translated, stuttering over the Cybertronian words in my pain. The golden Predacon began again, but my audios fritzed, and I could not understand his speech.
The Autobots clammored, but I must have fallen into stasis, for the room went black, and peacefully silent.
A/N: Hope you've enjoyed!
Btw, I came back to this chapter and redid A LOT of it. At the beginning I got the POVs mixed up, and I saw several things I DID NOT like, so I kinda rewrote 85% percent. :D
Hope ya like the new version!
May StarClan guide your path!