A/N- I was planning on posting this last night, but it was in the middle of the night and I was forced off of the computer...:( Oh well, at least I got it posted today.


Chapter Two

"I've got the Autobot in my sights," Deathfeather said into the comm. link. A good distance away stood a burly red mech. He seemed completely oblivious of the Seeker femme lurking near him.

"I'll take him, I'm closer anyway," Starscream objected. Deathfeather rolled her optics.

"I saw him first, so he's mine to attack," Deathfeather argued. She could hear the red and white winged mech sigh, which showed that she had won... as usual. It seemed that when it came to an argument, her fellow Decepticon comrades never stood a chance. This only fed her already huge ego.

The femme unsheathed a mighty blade. It was a sharped edged sword that as covered with dried energon. The energon was the most thick at the edge, but when she hit and enemy with the right angle, the entire sword was splattered with their blood.

Starscream, along with his two brothers (Thundercracker and Skywarp) often asked her to clean it off. Not just the fact that it looked somewhat gross, but it smelt like rotting Cybertronian alloy. But she refused to, for she thought that it made it look more frightening and reminded her of a trophy. The three mechs were most surprised when she called it "a beauty."

Deathfeather ran towards the Autobot from behind. The red mech only noticed her when the femme's blade was stabbed into his shoulder. The Autobot whirled around and made many attempts to shoot her. When he did succeed in taking out his gun, she only kicked it out of his hands and cackled insanely.

"Blasted Decepticon," the Autobot growled as he grabbed her arm. Deathfeather smirked as she pointed a black painted null ray (which was connected to her free arm) at him. She was about to fire when the firing of a plasma rifle hit her torso. The black armored Seeker hissed and looked in the direction of which it came.

Of all the Autobots, Optimus Prime himself had to be standing there with his gun pointed towards her. Deathfeather cocked her head to the side with a playful, yet mischievous, fanged smile. She jerked her arm away from the red mech and gave him a sharp kick, knocking him backwards.

"Pitiful soldiers, I suggest getting better ones," Deathfeather insulted, coming towards the Prime, twirling the blade through her fingers with a malevolent look in her fiery optics. The red and blue Autobot leader didn't hesitate to fire once more at the cocky Seeker. The winged femme jerked to the side as she dodged it.

Deathfeather heard static coming from the comm. link, followed by one of Starscream's brothers (probably Thundercracker, from the lower voice) telling her to retreat. She ignored it, of course. The femme had seen the power of Prime against Decepticons, but she had never seen him take on a Seeker without other Autobots fighting alongside him.

"Deathfeather, retreat now!" Deathfeather only laughed at their attempts to stop her. She disliked the war as much as any of Decepticon, and she was going to end it today. Bright lightning blue flames exploded out of the turquoise thrusters on her heels as she flew towards Prime, raising her blade above her.

Plasma shot out of his gun, hitting her shoulder and splattering energon on the side of her face and neck. She screeched but didn't even slow down, but went faster. Optimus fired again, this time hitting the end of her wing. Deathfeather continued to fly, despite the fact that she was starting to lose control.

She started to continuously fire her null rays. Most of them missed the Prime by far, only a few nearly hit him. He fired again. It hit her hand, shattering the armor and reducing the alloy beneath to energon and molten metal. Deathfeather screamed as she flew downward and crashed into the ground. She could feel her systems beginning to shut down. Deathfeather cursed until she yelped as her optics offlined, leaving her in darkness.


Deathfeather awoke back on the Decepticon base. She glanced to Thundercracker, who was working on her wing and still hadn't noticed that she was awake. The femme sighed, causing the light blue Seeker to look at her in surprise. "How long was I out?" she asked, feeling dizzy.

"Not very long," Thundercracker answered, beginning to work on her shoulder. Deathfeather winced as he got closer. "Screamer is still a little annoyed by how you didn't listen..."

"Oh well," Deathfeather said. "If he took on that Autobot instead, he would have probably attacked Prime and got into the same mess."

Thundercracker shook his head. "You've known him long enough to know that he'll never take on Optimus by himself."

Deathfeather lifted up her injured hand as he spoke. Instead of a hand, there was now five blades. They looked oddly familiar, especially the energon stains... Deathfeather's optics widened. "M-My... beautiful sword... What did you do to my sword?"

The mech gave her an innocent look. "You were losing energon and we had nothing else to use."

Deathfeather whimpered as examined the remains of her sword. "My sword..." she whispered. "My beautiful energon covered sword..."

"It would be harder to use it with only one hand anyway. You loved it so much, now it's a part of you."

Deathfeather lowered her hand and growled. "I swear, I'm goin' to kill that slagger Prime."