Trailbreaker lowered his head, and I stroked his head. "Sorry bud." Slipstream, the other cyberwolf , whined softly, so I pet her too. A few minutes later, I unlatched their doors, and then sat against the wall between the wolves. I don't know how long I sat there between the wolves. I know I told them what happened in the arena, and laughed when Trailbreaker growled in anger. Not wanting to return to my room, I stayed in the stables, ditching my 'guards.' I didn't care how the felt when they couldn't find where I was. As the night wore on, we stopped talking and sat in silence. Last thing I saw was the shoulder of Slipstream under my head.

Loud growling woke me. Slipstream was curled around me carefully. 'It's some bot by the name of Serena. Let her by?' I stood up and she uncurled herself to follow me as I walked up next to Trailbreaker.

"Down boy. She's a friend." I smiled slightly as I added 'At least, I think she is.'

"Serena, this is Trailbreaker, Ironhide's Cyberwolf, and Slipstream, my Cyberwolf." I said as Slip stepped up beside me. Both wolves growled a greeting to her as she nodded to each of them.

"Optimus wants to see you." Serena said as she pet Trailbreaker.

"Optimus can currently kiss my tail pipe. I don't want to talk to him, because
he never should have let Ironhide go. We need him to win this war."

"It was a stupid decision to send him away. I totally agree with you. But, Optimus told me to drag you in if I had too. He wants your side of the story and your opinion on Drift as well." We both smiled. There was no way to deny that Drift was awesome, even if he was a former Decepticon.

I turned to Slipstream, who crouched down for me. Trailbreaker followed suit soon after. I climbed on, settling where a saddle would usually go. "Come on. Its time Optimus realized that I can take care of myself." I said as slipstream rose, and nodded at Trailbreaker. "Climb on. He won't drop you."

As soon as Serena was settled and Trailbreaker was standing, both wolves launched themselves forward, covering at least 5 yards with each stride. Nearing the doors, I leaned down to clear the door frame.

What would have taken us three cycles to reach one out own, only took us one. The wolves could move faster than we ever could. Jazz had to find that out the hard way. When Jazz was younger, he tried to run Slipstreams father, Jetwing.

As if by an unspoken command, both wolves slowed down as we turned the last corner. The guards in front of the doors snapped to attention "Halt! State your business here!" they demanded.

Seeing how neither wolf had the intention of slowing down, the guards wisely jumped out of the way at the last second. Slipstream and Trailbreaker slammed into the doors, and burst into the room. I didn't expect Optimus to be alone, not with the cons moving closer every cycle. Jazz was bent over a projection with Prime and Wheeljack.

Its usually funny for me to scare a mech, especially when that certain mech is supposed to be a fearless leader. Any other day, I would have laughed at the look on their faces. As Slipstream and trailbreaker slid to a stop, Serena and I jumped off followed unnoticed by Deigo. "Optimus Prime. There are at least a thousand Cons marching on Iacon RIGHT NOW. If you don't send SOMETHING out to delay them, I WILL. We need Drift, because he is the only one who knows the Decepticon army, and how they move."

"We are collapsing the ground around Iacon and filling it with Raw Energon." Optimus said as the door slammed open once again: The guards had returned with Smokescreen and Drift. All of them were armed, including Drift. "Drift, we need your help. Serena and Kyrix changed my mind about your prison sentence."

The young swordsmen crossed his arms, "What's in it for me? Soon as you don't need me anymore, all your going to do is put me back in that hell hole you bots call a jail. Oh, by the way… That ditch you guys are filling with raw Energon wont stop Megatron for long. He will just have his seekers carry his army over. So, one way or another, you guys are fucked. I have more of a chance. Without the raw Energon, you guys would be dead by now, or being tourchered for information. With the Energon, you are just delaying the inevitable. You will die, one way or another." Drift looked over at Serena with Trailbreaker and Diego, then back at Optimus. "Then again, some of you might make it. I doubt it." He looked back to Serena and shook his head. "I'm out." He turned and walked out, disappearing into the hall.

"Drift!" Serena called before chasing after him.

When Drift walked out on the Autobots and the guards started to follow, Serena knew what she had to do. Holding up a hand, she said "Wait, Ill get him.." As the guards stopped, she ran out the twisted doors into the hall. "Drift! Drift wait up! Its just me.." When the ex-con turned to look at her, his face showed all of his anger.

"Don't even pretend that you know what its like to be asked to betray the team you have second thoughts about leaving!"

"Your right. I don't. But I do know that your not the only ex-con having a hard time trying to fit in." Diego meowed, as if to prove her point.

All he did was snort in a pissed off but slightly amused way. "Right. Like I would believe that."

Serena took a few steps towards Drift, "That first day, when I ran into you.. I told you that I was just out for a drive. I lied. That day, I quit the Decepticons. Megatron was pissed, he sent patrols out after me. I changed my name to Serena so that anybody I talked to wouldn't get hurt. The cons always asked for Starrunner, not Serena. Then we collided, the name Starrunner left me forever."

That was all she was able to say before Drift pinned her to the wall, his hands above her shoulders, his faceplate not far from hers. "Wait a minute. You are Starrunner? The most feared Decepticon assassin?" The anger that once been show, it had all melted away.

"I was the Decepticon assassin. No longer. We NEED to help the Autobots, they are the only ones who can help us.. They have been nicer to us than the Cons ever have.. Not counting you being in jail.. If we don't help them, all of the Autobots and their Cyberwolves will be destroyed.. And even though Trailbreaker isn't mine, I don't want to see him die.. If we help, they have a better chance of surviving.. they may even escape off of Cybertron.."

"Even with our help, they may not survive," Drift retorted. "But I will do what I can, even if it means shipping them off planet."

I was standing off to the side with Trailbreaker and Slipstream, while Optimus, Jazz, Serena, and Drift were all busy planning, and that's when the busted doors flew off of their hinges, and collided with the opposite wall. Someone who looked very familiar walked into the room and stopped short. Everybody stopped and looked at the Autobot who stood in the doorway, we could tell that he was black, and that he had cannons on each arm. As he stepped forward, I realized who it was. "Scrap."