Sam - ah ha! Found it! XD Syndrome can't hide anything right! Alright I won't start going on with the pleasentries! I'll just get straight down to the point and upload! Enjoy!

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-Previously in Aussy Spazz...-

"Get outta my face..."

"Tell me who made that technology!"

"Make me..."

Stormcrow smirked again. Sydrome mentally slapped himself. Bad thing to say...

"As you wish..."

To be continued...

...Now.

"How can you be so sure he's there?"

"I'm not. But Firestorm said he used to reside there when things got too tough for him"

"Oh so now we're going by that glitches word are we! It's his fault this is happening!"

Firestorm listened to the two mechs arguing outside the medbay. Skartplug was trying his best to keep calm, whilst Airstrike was fritzing on how it was his fault. He knew that already, he didn't need the others to point it out to him.

"Alright! So when are we leaving?"

Skartplug must've said something to cheer him up somehow, either that or Airstrike had just realised the planet they were heading towards was right next to Graphz, his usual universal paint shop. His optics still wern't repaird, but then again he hadn't been asleep for long. Well, at least he could move if he wanted to. That was, if he wanted to...

"Cannonballs still out Skarts. I'll get Napalm and the others then head out. Catch ya later!"

Skartplug re-entered the room, sighing with relief. He looked at Firestorm and smiled.

"I swear I'll get your optics working later Storm. I just gotta get some stuff done"

"heh... no rush Skarts. I'm not goin anywhere" Well at least his voice felt better. He was almost running normally. Well, besides the coolant which had made its way into his energon streams.

"Skarts?"

"Hmm?" Skartplug looked up from the pile of datapads he had submerged himself into.

"What's gonna happen with Syndrome?"

"Depends really..."

Firestorm twisted his head "On?"

"Wether he attacks again or comes quietly, wether it was natural behaviour or if there is something actually wrong with him"

"There was something wrong with him Skarts... I could see it in his optics. Something was wrong..."

Skartplug sighed, turning back to his work "I don't know anymore... This is outta my hands. I'm a medic, not a psycharitrist..."

"And I'm his friend not a medic. But there was something... a glint in his eye perhaps... But it was there Skarts you gotta believe me"

"I do believe you Storm... It's just... I don't believe Syndrome"

Firestorm leant up slightly "What do you mean?"

"I'll tell you later"

Firestorm sighed, facing upwards. He had a think, then "Skarts?"

Skartplug put his datapad back down "What?"

Firestorm hesitated. Skartplug was an impaitent mech, always had been according to Napalm. When Skartplug had been in the Decepticon ranks, he was an inventor as well as a medic. He spent most of his time repairing weapons and gadjets, reading through datapads and putting fallen bots back together.

"W-when Syndrome attacked me... I had been listening to him through his door"

"And? Eavesdropping isn't a crime Storm"

"N-no it ain't that. He was talking..."

That got his attention "To who?"

"Himself. He kept saying the name Crow..."

"Crow... Must be a figment of his imagination"

"Oh so now you think he's cra- ach!" Firestorm winced, something inside his systems had shifted, blocking off another system. He shuddered in pain, slowly trying to breathe properly as his inner systems were squashed. Skartplug stood up suddenly and ran over.

"Storm? Firestorm!" Firestorm's breathing quickened, then stopped. He fell limp on the berth. Skartplug shook him, but he didn't move besides from the movements he was making him do.

"Slag!" Skartplug ran to the otherside of the room, grabbing certian tools and equipment.

"You are NOT backing out on me now Storm! Not now! Not Ever!"

Stormcrow left the room, leaving Syndrome alone. This was his chance. He slowly got to his feet, but stumbled back to the ground seeing as he was desperatly low on energy. He caught his breath, trying again. And again. He was wasting energy on trying to get up, so instead he started to army crawl towards an exit.

"Come on Drome... Almost... There..."

Metal ground against metal as he inched towards the doorway. He was almost there. He could see the street outside, hear the wind against the wreaked buildings. He could almost taste freedom...

"Where do you think you're going?" Syndrome froze, feeling someone grab him from behind. Strife threw the grey mech across the room and back into the wall. Syndrome screamed, a piece of the uneven wall embedding itself into his back plating. He fell back to the ground flat on his face, whimpering. Strife walked over swiftly, his golden optics gleaming with pure anger and perfection.

"Well! For a talented lil glitch you sure arn't strong!" he kicked Syndrome in the side. Syndrome cried out, then fell back to whimpering.

"Strife don't hurt the kid without a reason" Stormcrow re-entered the room. Strike looked up "He was trying to escape!" another kick to the side. Syndrome gasped.

"S-stop it..."

"Oh what and you're gonna make me? Bring it bush boy!"

"Strife! Cut it out!" Stormcrow snapped. Strife sighed then wandered back into the other room, mumbling. Stormcrow bent down infront of Syndrome, running her hand across his back and towards the piece of rubble. Syndrome shivered on the contact, a rush of pain running down his circuits.

"D-don't touch me..."

Stormcrow lent in further, whispering into his audio "And why not?"

"Just leave me alone y-you bitch..."

Stormcrow sat up, looking her best to be distraut "Syndrome! And here I was going to help you!"

"J-just leave... me..." he reached to his back to feel where the chunk was embedded and shuddered "...alone..."

Stormcrow bent back down and grabbed the chunk, smirking evilly as she wobbled it, making Syndrome tense and whimper in pain. She laughed as she pulled the piece out roughly. Syndrome jerked and screamed, his optics flickering brighter and his outstretched hands spreading out across the ground. He breathed quickly, his frame shaking from the sudden jolt. Stormcrow shifted so he could see her, holding the pointed rock in one hand whilst using the other to lean on the ground. The rock had Energon from Syndromes back leaking down the side of it.

"You know what Drome? If I didn't like you..." Stormcrow licked the oozing energon then smiled "I would've left you to Strife. But I need you at the moment..."

"F-for what... I'm not your p-personal Energon bank ya know..." Syndrome gritted his teeth. Stormcrow gently began running a hand down his back again, dipping into each gap she could find.

"I didn't say you was now did I? Oh no... I need you for something else..."

"Are we there yet?"

"Bullet for the tenth time in the past three minutes NO!"

"Dawh!" Bullet mentally rolled his optics, hanging back with the black jet that was Airstrike. Napalm lead the pack, followed by himself and Airstrike. Grindz hung back slightly, not speaking at all. Bullet looked up.

"You Grindz! You alive back there!"

"Huh?"

"Ya haven't said a word since we left kid" Airstrike added. Grindz looked away, somewhat embarrissed "Sorry... Just didn't think it was worth me talking"

"Focus you lot! We're here" Napalm snapped their attention to the grey planet infront of them. The once busy planet almost looked dead amoungst the stars. Bullet whistled "Nice place... Where do we start looking?"

"According to Skartplug we head towards these co-ordinates. It's Syndromes home city" Napalm moved further towards the planet, the others following close behind. It didn't take them long to find the place.

Stormcrow looked up from the whimpering frame next to her. Strife ran into the room as she stood back up, dropping the chunk of rubble to the ground.

"Did you hear that too?"

Stormcrow nodded "Jets. We better move"

Strife smiled "Why move so quickly? Why not have a little fun with this scums friends?"

Stormcrow also smiled. "Not a bad idea..." she bent down next to Syndrome again "Hey dude whats the name of your jet friend?"

Syndrome said nothing. Strife kicked him and he cried out painfully "Answer the goddamn question!"

"N-no..."

"Well then... we'll just have to destroy them and mark their graves nameless..."

Syndrome clenched his hand into a fist "Don't ... touch t-hem..."

"Hey! Lets make it a little more interesting!" Strife suddenly chirped up, grabbing Syndrome by the shoulder "You can come and watch!"

"...Where do we start?"

"How do I know?"

"The allyways" Grindz spoke for the first time, stepping forward. He used to be a street mech, so it was only natural he'd know where to look.

"No need to look bots. He's right here"

They all turned in unison to see two bots. One, an obvious femme, was smiling. Her dark purple optics and green body was darkened by the dust in the area. She stood next to another bot, a mech. He was a deep orange, almost brown. Golden optics watched his prey warily as he threw something on the ground from over his shoulder.

"Syndrome!" Bullet tried to rush forward but was stopped by Airstrike. He struggled against his friends grip "No Bullet! Not yet!"

"Striker! Our friends laying there barely online! I can't just leave him there!"

The femme stepped forward, placing a foot on Syndromes broken back. Syndrome moved slightly. "F-f-u"

"Temper Syndrome. Do you really want me to blast your friends?" Syndrome cried quietly as she dug her heel in a little.

"Let him go!" Napalm unspaced his weapons, bringing them to his side. Airstrike released Bullet and did the same, Bullet following in unison. Grindz looked around the area, spotting an ally and running into it. Fortunatly, the others didn't see him leave...

"Now why would we do that? It isn't like you treated him fairly. Plus he's so unique..." the femme brushed a hand over Syndrome, chuckling as he shivered in reaction. "I've never seen a bot like him before... Why should I give up something so rare?"

"Now now Crow... don't get attached..." the mech spoke, stepping forwards. He stepped towards the green femme, stepping on Syndromes hand like he wasn't even there then ignoring his whimpers. They both unspaced a blaster, not entirely hightech but not lightweight. Napalm twisted his foot a little, getting into a stance. The femme smirked.

"Let's dance."

"You think they'll be ok?" Flash sat on the end of Firestorm's medical berth. Firestorm was sitting up, staring at his feet.

"Sure. They'll be fine"

Skartplug stared at the blank radar and sighed. He'd finished his datapads so now he was left with nothing to do...

'This is Napalm calling Skartplug! We're under heavy fire from two bots! They have Syndrome! I repeat! They have Syndrome!'

Firestorm jumped. They all got that transmission, including Flash. He was the first to reply.

"Napalm!? Are you alright?"

There was a somewhat irritated sigh from Napalm 'I'm fine Flash! What did I tell you about worrying about me?!'

"Whats Syndromes status?" Firestorm interveined.

'Er... Well he ain't movin if thats a start. Er...' An explosion sounded, making Flash jump 'I can see a large slice in his back! Holy shit It's leakin he's definatly leakin! Erm... Holy.. Airstrike take cover!' another explosion 'His optics are flashing! They look dim if thats any help! He ain't in good shape thats all I can say! Thats all I can see from here! I'll try to move closer in a minute!'

"Roger that Napalm! I'll join you in battle soon!" Skartplug cut off the connection and started grabbing medical supplies. Flash perked up nervously.

"A-are they gonna be ok?"

Firestorm smiled, watching Skartplug whilst carefully pulling put the energon feed in his arm "Sure they will Flash. They're fighters remember? They're used to this kind of punishment"

Flash noticed what he was doing and was about to squeal until Firestorm clapped a hand over his mouth. The child whimpered, shaking. Firestorm shook his head "Flash... please..." he whispered, pleading to the small red mech "I gotta do this... please... trust me.."

Flash nodded, still shaking "I'm not going to hurt you... You just gotta trust me on this ok?" Flash nodded again, calming down slightly. "Ok. I need you to find either Diode or Diablos. Tell them I sent you to be under their care until I return alright?"

"W-will you be bringing the others with you?" Flash shuffled his feet then helped Firestorm to stand. Firestorm gritted his teeth. He looked around at Skartplug, thanking him quietly for fixing his optics at such short notice. Skartplug grabbed some solders just as he carefully crept out the door.

"Oh and Firestorm, I don't want you getting Fla-" Skartplug turned, seeing the medbay empty. He sighed and shook his head "See you on the battlefeild you stubborn glitch..."

"Okay... this one connects to there... so it's this one I need..." Grindz whispered to himself, quietly creeping through the connecting allyways of the city. Occasionally he'd peep out to see how the battle was going, but then he'd return to his quest. What he had noticed when they had arrived on the planet, was that where Syndrome was being held, there was an allyway opening. If he could somehow reach that opening, he'd be able to hopefully get him out of there.

Airstrike jumped away from an explosion and ducked under a damaged wall. Napalm was on the otherside, repeatedly looking round the side of it and firing back. Napalm noticed the flyer but paid no attention.

"Where the frag did Grindz disappear to!?" Airstrike shouted as he took the same stance as Napalm, shooting from the otherside of the wall.

"He took off somewhere! Wheres Bullet!"

Airstrike looked over from his cover, barely dodging a shot. He saw Bullet pinned down inside the front room of a once beautiful building. Then his attention shifted to the ally beside Syndrome. Two white lights were emitting from them... Airstrike gasped.

"Napalm! Bullets pinned down but Grindz is near Syndrome! We gotta get that femme off of him so he can make the grab!"

Napalm glimped at the battlefeild. The male transformer had moved to a point where he was shooting Bullet whilst the female was still next to Syndrome. She still had her foot firmly placed on his back, which was obviously causing him alot of discomfort. Syndrome himself was shaking, weakly, but it was the only indication he could see that he was alive.

"Alright! He's the plan! I'll flank her from the right side whilst you flank her from the left!"

"Thats your plan?! We've been doing that for the past ten minutes!"

Napalm turned angrily "I know that! But its our only option!"

"What about the other one!"

"Bullets got him covered! Now shut up and shoot!" Napalm turned from behind the wall, firing at the femme. She looked up shocked the fired back, just as Airstrike took aim and fired at her chest. The femme screamed, dashing to the mech for covering fire.

"It's now or never!" Grindz dashed out from the shadows, grabbed Syndrome gently by his shoulders and dragged him into the allyway, leaving a trail of Energon. Syndrome didn't protest at all. Grindz dragged him further and further away from the battle, until he finally pulled him into an old pairs quaters.

"Syndrome... Syndrome can you hear me?" Grindz kept his talking to a whisper incase one of the other two had followed. fluids leaked down his hands from the grey mechs wounds, the metallic liquid staining his black armour. Syndrome whimpered in reply, slowly nodding his head. Grindz lay the grey mech out on his side. Syndrome gasped by the sudden movement, but then relaxed as some of the pain in his back subsided.

"Grindz to Napalm. I got Syndrome, but he's in pretty bad shape. I suggest-" The door infront of them was suddenly blown in, revealing the mech that was out on the battlefeild. He smirked, seeing Grindz.

"Wrong move kid. Now hand him over and I might let you live"

Grindz moved infront of Syndrome, taking out his weapon. He hadn't fourght since he had left his brothers for the second time but he had to, Syndromes life was at stake!

"I won't let you take him... You'll have to go through m-me to get him..." His nervousness showed in his voice. Strife's smile disappeared as he narrowed his golden optics, them both transfixed on Grindz. He took out a weapon, followed by another. Before Grindz could react, Strife had him against the wall, both weapons jammed in his back. The darkness in the room had worked to Strifes advantage, taking the younger by surprise. Grindz shivered, his breathing quickening.

"As you wish..."

To Be Continued...

Sam - O.o SYNDROME!!

Syndrome - Ya really think I'd be that stupid as to leave it as one file in one place? Ha! Keep looking Sam!

Sam - Erm... Be right back... -dashes off to find the rest-

-Transmission Temporarily Interrupted-

-Airstrike.The.Careful.Risk.Taker-