Okay, here's chapter six. It's short, and I apologize for that.

A/N: I kind of like dissing Earth and humans, so be prepared. I really wish I wasn't human.

Enjoy!

"What is the deal with this?"

"I told you before—"

"Yes, but I cannot remember with this processor ache," the assassin muttered. "Where are we going?"

"I don't know. Commander supplied the coordinates, and he knows this place better than we do."

Deathstrike snarled quietly. "It would still be better if I drove."

"You're not well."

"I am fine, Breakdown, as I keep trying to tell you."

"You weren't a few days ago."

"Which was a few days ago," Deathstrike interjected, the faint scowl that was normally on his faceplate appearing. He put a hand to his helm. "Honestly, did you have to hit me so hard?"

Better than getting my spark torn out. "It was the best defense I could think of at the time."

Deathstrike didn't answer, staring out of the window. Breakdown could tell by the look of indifference on his faceplate that the assassin and medic was lost in his thoughts. Whenever he did this, it was impossible to speak to him—and he despised being interrupted.

The only logical—and safe—thing for him to do was drive.

"We're nearly there."

Deathstrike said nothing, only nodding. What in Primus' name was he thinking about so intensely?

"Dock your ship here. The life forms on this planet will not appreciate a gargantuan ship landing on their aircraft, and I am not in the mood to get their disgusting flesh on my pedes," Starscream instructed.

"I wouldn't either," Breakdown muttered. "Deathstrike, we're to land here and go the rest of they way to meet Commander."

"Does he not want us to address him as lord Starscream?"

"He appears to be fine with us calling him Commander when we're not near the troops. Besides, you'll never call him lord."

"I will not." The Decepticon stood slowly, cringing as his legs unlocked. "Come on."

The Seeker stood waiting, his wings raised. He turned as he heard the sound of footsteps. Breakdown was talking to Deathstrike as he helped him over the rocks; the assassin's displeasure at this was shown, despite his legs seeming to be weaker than before their crash landing. His wings were flared to help him balance.

"It could have taken you any longer."

"We apologize if we do not live up to your standards," Deathstrike hissed. He growled as Breakdown elbowed him, his optics flashing and wings at a threatening height.

"Don't mind him, Commander. He's been in a bad mood lately."

"I can see." Starscream faced them completely, his servos linked behind his back. "I need you to recover something for me."

"And this would be…?"

"The Energon Harvester." The former lieutenant's optics glowed at the name. He motioned to a stone wall facing them. An image was engraved into the slab.

"Apparently, the humans thought it was a 'gift from the gods'." Starscream scoffed, crossing his servos. "These disgusting little flesh and meat bags are horrifyingly unintelligent."

"Is it here?" Breakdown questioned.

The Seeker shook his helm. "No. They have taken it and put in on display as if it were a trophy."

"I bet their faces would change when they see it in action," Deathstrike growled. His optics blazed brightly and his wings fanned the air ever so slightly.

Starscream cast a glance at the assassin, seemingly perturbed by his mood. "The coordinates of your next location have been logged into your ship. Retrieve the relic by any means necessary."

"Deathstrike."

"Hmm?" The assassin remained motionless, scanners on high and searching the area. He did not need a handheld scanner like Breakdown, as he was able to detect objects without one.

"Are you…okay?"

The Decepticon froze, his back to the other. It was then that Breakdown remembered that the other was a Seeker, as well as an assassin and medic, and a remarkably well one at that. But unlike others, his wings did not express how he felt. They occasionally twitched, fell, and rose, but one could not merely guess Deathstrike's mood based on his wings.

"Why?"

Breakdown felt a wave of anger wash over him. "What do you mean, 'why'? Have you forgotten the past few days?"

Deathstrike's engine rumbled threateningly. Breakdown, somewhere deep inside, now knew to tread lightly—the other's mood was darkening. But then, so was his.

"Don't take this the wrong way; I'm only concerned." His gaze inadvertently strayed to Deathstrike's weaker leg. It still refused to heal properly, and Breakdown did not understand why—unless it was as stubborn as its owner.

"My health is fine, if that is what ails you so." Deathstrike's wings fanned the air, and the movement chilled Breakdown to the core. It was a bad thing if his wings were showing how he felt.

"You know that isn't what I mean." Massive servos crossed over a massive chest, and a scowl appeared on his faceplate.

Deathstrike whipped around so suddenly that it made the other nearly trip over his own pedes. "I know what you mean, Breakdown, I am no fool! Do you think," he continued, advancing slowly on the other, his movements dark and optics concealing inner turmoil, "That I do not regret what I did? I could have killed you, and would have if you had not knocked me unconscious with your hammer." At Breakdown's look of semi-shock, a cold laugh came from the assassin. "Oh, you thought I would not remember that? I was not completely changed."

"I know that, but—"

"Quiet." Deathstrike raised a servo, immediately silencing the other. His helm turned and his optics were narrow and slightly glowing.

"What is it?" Breakdown's scanners picked up a faint signal, but it was unclear on what it was.

Deathstrike said nothing, freezing in place. A low growl rumbled deep in his chassis, and Breakdown knew what it meant—keep quiet and stay alert.

They came across a rocky clearing. Faint voices could be heard on adjusted audio receptors, and static scrambled the radio waves on their comm.'s, suggesting the use of a private radio frequency. Breakdown followed Deathstrike, whose footsteps were silent as his crunched slightly on the rocky, dusty ground. He kept his gaze fixed on the assassin, on the small sensory wings centered behind his larger ones. There was always something off about him, whether his hunger set in or he was in a bad mood. But now, he was even stranger. He—

Something large and hard ran into him. Or rather, he ran into it.

"What—?"

A low growl sounded. Deathstrike glared over his shoulder panel, a scowl on his faceplate. His fangs were exposed. Scrap, he was in a bad mood. When he knew he had Breakdown's attention, he motioned to the clearing below them.

A large green mech stood there, his massive back towards them. A handheld scanner was in his grasp, and some small life-form was scrambling around his pedes, shouting something unintelligible in a high, shrill voice.

White-hot rage coursed through Breakdown's veins. Bulkhead! That fat, green idiot was here, on this backwater planet? But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the fury vanished, and a disturbing grin crossed his faceplate. He could finally take his revenge. Oh, how he would love this! Beating his face in so hard nothing would be left except a bloody mess, twisting joints and limbs until the bones jutted out with a satisfying crack, hearing him scream as his armor dug painfully into his protoform as his hammer struck home again and again, the amusing sound of crunched infrastructure and armor, the entertaining screams of anguish and pain and terror as his own body buckled in on itself—yes, he would love it! Yes, he could be the cruelest, though nowhere near as sadistic as—

"Quit staring." Deathstrike's low voice tore him from his gory thoughts. He was on his pedes, still staring at the massive mech. "I am picking up an Energon signal here. Collect what you find and meet me at the next set of coordinates." With that, the Decepticon turned and transformed, shooting away.

You guys haven't complained about the Autobots in this, so I am assuming you are fine with their limited appearance? There will be more scenes with them, I promise.

Also, one of my reviewers said something about there not being any Knock Out in this. I figured it was clear he wasn't in this, as I replaced him with Deathstrike. Don't you guys get me wrong; he is one of my favorite characters. His cowardice was amusing until a point, so...

My friends say Deathstrike is a softie because his wings are showing how he feels. Do any of you agree? PM or review with your answer.

Oh, and I just noticed an error. Earlier, when Deathstrike and Breakdown were on their ship, Deathstrike recalls Breadkown hitting him with his hammer, and then later during their argument Deathstrike acts as if Breakdown doesn't know he remembers. This is a mistake, and please ignore it. I guess you guys haven't noticed it (probably until I pointed it out) because you haven't said anything, so...

Read and review, pleaze!