"Easy, Brawn, lay him down gently. We need him in one piece." ordered Firestar, a Protectobot specializing in rescue missions and an assistant medic to Firstaid. She helped the stronger and less gentle bot lay Prowl down on the table. The battered mech wasn't moving and she was worried- that often wasn't a good sign. "What happened?" she asked the former gladiator.
Brawn was a massive and solid Autobot, and probably the toughest and strongest in the Wrecker unit. As he walked into the bright lighting not far above his dome, his scars, covering his armor plating, highlighted and reveled themselves in a more salient way. Not all of these welds came from fighting Decepticons, most came from when he spent his early life in the illegal gladiator pits that was secretly hidden under Kaon and Iacon. It was where he spent his time fighting for his life, and for the thrill of the crowd, but that was something Brawn wasn't always proud of.
Before the civil war and before the pits, Brawn served as a demolitions miner in a lower caste class, and like most miners in his class, he didn't start out with a name, but was given a nickname after the area he worked in. D-2. But all of that was all in the past now, and now he proudly fights on with the unit that was widely known across Cybertron as the Wreckers. "He clasped on his way here." he answered. Brawn turned his helm to Firstaid, who was already repairing Fireflight's legs, and then back to Firestar. "Will Prowl make it?"
Firestar tried to look into the Wreckers optics as bravely as she could, she knew that in telling the straight out truth would bring more distressing news for the Autobots which was something they didn't need at the moment, but she also couldn't lie to him either. That was just the problem with being a healer. "We'll do everything we can." Although the war had continued for so long, Firestar would never forget the feeling of one going offline and she knew Prowl had a small chance of living as she gave him a full-body scan.
Through the agonizing grunts of Fireflight as Firstaid quickly worked to repair his legs, Springer was in a deep conversation with the injured Aerialbot gaining information that he and the others had discovered in Crystal City and in the surrounding areas. The mecha was finished by the time Brawn was ready to leave. Springer's facial expression toned as if he was in heavy concentration when they walked out of the medical facility. "Fireflight and Prowl didn't just get mangled by your ordinary Decepticon." he said after taking his alt-form and took to the air. "They got their finders bent by Shockwave's new secret weapon."
"Yeah and what might that be?" asked the all to eager Brawn who couldn't wait to get his servos on some Decepticon armory, he followed close below in a heavy alternate form wheeled with treads. It wasn't the first time they had to deal with a crazed experiment of Shockwave's- it was just one of many.
Springer dipped lower like he was telling a secret. "Fireflight said it was a Decepticon being used as a new experimental project. The bot itself is almost as massive in size as Omega Supreme, brutal in strength, and numerous in transformations. He is a one bot army assault group, going by the name Sixshot." he answered.
In alt-form Brawn climbed over the shrapnel left behind from the aftermath, he couldn't believe what he was hearing from his comrade. "What, you mean like a Six-changer? Okay, I'm impressed now. You should probably tell Ultra Magnus and the others." suggested Brawn.
Springer was as trustworthy and valorous a lieutenant for the Wreckers as any other well-known second-in-command and like his leader, he served as part of the Elite Guard for the High Council. "Good idea." he said as he fasten his speed.
Brawn barreled down through Iacon as Springer flew overhead, both had gotten a message over a secured com-link from Ultra Magnus about the plans and to head out with the Wreckers just as soon as they could join up. And, in turn, Springer shared the information he had collected from Fireflight and what had happened to Prowl.
The Wrecker leader knew what was in store for the Autobots when he heard the news, but he didn't let it bother him. He was a Wrecker, he let nothing fear him or intimidate him. "Then we can most likely expect a meeting with this Six-changer then." spoke the large Ultra Magnus over the com-link.
Ultra Magnus signed off his com-link. He turned to his ready unit, all were bold and courageous, willing to sacrifice their Spark for Cybertron and the Autobot cause. But just how far were they willing to go? He had seen countless of times when he and his team accepted perilous assignments that no one else wanted. Many of them never came back and, if they were fortunate and if Primus smiled upon them, they would come back with a successful mission and only moderate injuries. Ultra Magnus knew the answer to this question, he knew that they would go as far as he needed them to and that they would carry on without him if that day came when he should ever go offline. They were a fearless and tenacious group of Autobots, and he could never be more proud.