Woww, I can only say sorry one thousand times for making all of you readers wait so long for this update. I'm so sorry! School, I was sick for a bit, after school stuff, friends...Ughhh, you know how it is, some of you. I did type a little each night, but today I bring it to all of you. Again, I apologize!
In this chapter, I try to use some G1'ers due to requests and such. I know nothing about G1, have never watched an episode lol. So, I'm sorry if some of the characters are not as they really are. I researched, but you can only get so much from the internet. Tell me how I did, please. And anymore requests on characters and other concepts are more than welcome.
The beginning may confused you, but I'm sure you'll figure out who the mech is. (Wink Wink.) It's not that confusing, I don't think.
So, here is chapter eleven! Enjoy please.
Chapter Eleven: Your End Is Nigh
Location: Not Far from the Decepticon Base
Flashback: Unknown Third Party Perspective of Bumblebee's Abduction
Begin Transmission
He had seen the Decepticons with the youngling and they would be hunted down.
The shadows of the night concealed most of his yellow and rich black-accented armoring, his electric blue optics piercing through the darkest shadows to the land before him. He walked through the groups of trees with only one goal fixed in his processor. One goal that was absolutely engraved on his spark…
A goal he thought he would never, ever establish.
Determination surged through his systems and burned in his optics like fire.
This goal would be accomplished and known to his processor alone.
The mech stumbled forward upon coming to a large indent in the Cybertronian ground. He looked down with a small gasp, his optics rounding as he noticed exactly what the indent was…No, it wasn't an indentation in the ground, it was a single footprint, larger than his own. It had talons for its claws, long, sharp and menacing.
"Primus…" he murmured.
No Autobot had talons – At least no Autobot he had ever come upon. This footprint belonged to a Decepticon, he was almost one hundred percent sure of it. Chills shot up his spine.
Who could this be? The abductor?
The air entering his intakes hitched and he stepped forward, trying to ignore what he had just seen. To his luck, his optics turned up to see a trail of the footprints, climbing and disappearing over a hill. His spark began beating quickly and he followed them, optics wide. He moved further away from the trees, the Cybertronian moons spilling light against his yellow and black armor. He looked to the ground, tracking the prints. He nearly froze when he discovered a second pair engraved beside the first.
God, he only hoped that the Decepticons weren't on the other side of the hill.
The mech shook his head, groaning. The fear subsided, he continued.
His optics fell over land before him. His intakes hissed out a breath of nervous air as he fixed his optics on the frame-shuddering sight before him.
"What the…"
His little bot was there?
A Decepticon base sat fixed deep at the base of the hill, slyly veiled among groups of trees. The sight in itself was intimidating and he could only contemplate from his safe distance. There was no way in the Pit he was moving closer to that base. Who knew what alarm systems and hidden booby traps – ones especially designed for a particular Autobot to stumble upon – could be hidden in those grounds.
Primus, anything could be going on inside. The yellow and black frame shuddered violently at the thought of Bee in pain, wriggling, screaming in absolute despair.
He could only pray. He could only set his faith upon murmured words of hope.
The mech's electric blue optics slitted and zeroed in to two Decepticon forms lumbering toward the base, but…What was that? Something yellow, something tiny – Clutched in the claws of the fighter jet. The mech concentrated the heart of his vision even more, leaning forward with a perplexed faceplate. The form was indeed small, almost completely hidden in the hand that grasped it.
"N-No…" he breathed shakily.
The jet turned its broad shoulders at the perfect angle and gave him the glimpse he needed to see the little Autobot. A miniscule frame with yellow and black armoring, brilliant, wide blue optics that glimmered clearly even from such a distance, a red insignia on his foreplate, a tiny pair of wings…His processor didn't need to list on.
The horrible bottom line - Bee was in Decepticon claws.
The optics were enough to give the mechbot away, even the coloring itself. He wanted to run up and save the youngling, but who the hell would ever do such a stupid move? He would come back completely maimed – if he were lucky.
His spark dropped inside him, and he took a step forward as if going for the mechling. No, he couldn't and he wouldn't. There was no use. He wouldn't be like her, dying under the claws of a Decepticon. He wouldn't be the other to die before the bot.
But, he would do one thing. He guaranteed it. Get his son back.
Narrowing his optics, he stepped into the shadows, letting a mounted shoulder cannon dimly pulse itself to a warm glow, humming life. His yellow servos curled into fists at his side, a new kind of determination – an anger– boiling in the coolant that surged through him.
Optics beaming through the shadows, the mech growled lowly.
"No one ever takes my son," he whispered. "…And gets away with it."
End Flashback
End Transmission
xXx
The Autobot Base: Optimus' Quarters
Optimus stepped right, darted left, chasing the sounds of a youngling's scream of pain that echoed all around him. He could barely tell where he was going, blinded in anxiety, completely covered in it as if it were a stench. Another energon-curdling wail struck the air, literally hitching his ventilations at once.
"Bumblebee!" his voice reverberated through the walls.
A horrible screech was his reply – One desperate, hopeless, and incredibly needy. It tore at his spark and twisted around it like a cobra, baring it fangs and piercing into its core. He shuddered with a groan and continued, optics electric blue in fright.
"Daddy!"
"I'm coming, little one," he couldn't yell, but murmur as he fought the tears.
Astroseconds flew and he arrived at the cell…Just in time for nothing positive, for nothing he wanted to see and hoped never to see in the many eons of his lifetime.
"Brother…Put him down," he demanded.
Megatron had the youngling in his claws, and at the sight, Optimus instantly drew out his weapon, aiming for his evil brother. The Lord only snickered, carelessly tossing Bee onto the ground with a rumbling growl.
"You're too late, Optimus Prime," he snarled mockingly. "So sad…"
Optimus' gun shivered in his hand as his optics trailed down to the youngling. Bumblebee was flat on his doorwings, making neither movement nor the slightest sound. Suddenly, the bot thrashed in a sharp jolt, then sprawled awkwardly as his dying internals began to gave way...His pain-exhausted spark surrendering to the Well of Allsparks.
Optimus heard him murmur indistinct words under his final breath.
Then all seemed frozen.
"Bumblebee…" he breathed.
Megatron laughed at his brother's failure, blood red optics gleaming. "Go. There is nothing more to fight for, Brother," he purred sinisterly. "Your youngling is no more…"
The weapon dropped to the mech's side as his optics drooped like a dying flower's petals, a small noise of disbelief groaning from his throat. Megatron's horrible laughter rung in his audios.
"N-No…" he gasped softly.
Optimus couldn't look away from the youngling that lay lifeless on the ground, energon beginning to pool under the tiny form. He could not believe his optics…Had he got on time, Bumblebee could be looking at him with those wide baby blues, shivering as Optimus murmured words of affection into those tiny audios.
Had he came on time, he would not have let the small of Bumblebee's life extinguish.
"Bumblebee…" he whispered again, closing his optics. What was he to say? I'm sorry? Letting one's life go was something that could never be covered up by forgiveness – Especially such a priceless, little life such as Bumblebee's.
Forlorn, Optimus opened his optics for the last time to see Bumblebee's yellow head fall to the side, into the pool of blue energon. Megatron took the small corpse in his claw, and Optimus could only whisper, "Be with Primus, little one…How can you ever forgive me."
It was all over.
Optimus jolted awake with a thudding spark, optics darting left and right before they focused ahead, looking deeply into the blue optics of his sparkmate that lay on top of him. Elita One's metal lips twisted into a soft frown, the worried curve matching her faceplate's emotion perfectly.
"Prime, are you alright?" her sweet voice whispered, a hand gently coming against his cheekplate. She indicated his spark with her optics. "You seem rather frightened about something…"
Optimus stared at her in almost fear.
A dream, he thought. It was a dream…No more.
Making a low sound in his throat, the mech looked away, falling back against the berth.
"It was nothing…" he lied, then twitched slightly as he mentally stabbed himself. "I-It was but a dream, Elita," he corrected. "Nothing more than a dream…Nothing more."
He repeated the words over and over, convincing himself to believe that the dream was merely a figment of his troubled imagination. His protecting arms wound around the femme's shoulders and eased her back against him, but her optics didn't advert. He could feel them on him.
"…Wanna tell me about it?" she whispered again.
He lowered his optic lids. "No, no…Recharge, Elita," he responded in a low tone. "You'll need much rest for the day ahead of us tomorrow." His hand rubbed into her back. "Sleep well, my love."
Without another word, the femme offlined her blue optics, sulking back to rest.
Optimus was left alone to the company of the haunting dream. A sigh left him, the circles in Elita' back becoming lazier as his processor drifted. He thought of Bumblebee, the bright-opticed youngling he missed so dearly. Too dearly.
There was a spot next to his spark that longed to be filled. Not even Elita, his own sparkmate, could seal the wound. Only a little, special blue heart could.
God, he hoped the bot's spark was still humming.
Do you know how it feels,
Lying here without you…?
You could never understand, what's happening to me.
So alone.
Nothing's real…
Optimus reopened his optics slowly, though kept them offline. Bumblebee's tiny voice ran through his mind, every little whirr and chirp. He shut his optics at the welling of tears.
"Stay strong, my little one," he murmured barely. "There is no way in the universe that I will not save you…That you shall not be in my arms again."
Bumblebee would be saved. Optimus was willing to put his life before him for the youngling's survival. No bot deserved such fear and torment. Every ones' life was precious.
It's so hard to believe I don't have you right beside me.
As I long to touch you, but you're out of my reach.
He could almost feel the tiny servos against his chest as the bot would curl himself up on top of his spark chamber. The feeling made him make a noise of sorrow, a groan almost as he
felt Bumblebee curl against his neck and tuck his head. It felt so real, but when he looked, there was no one. There would be no one until…Primus knows when.
The very thought of that made his spark twist inside him.
And my heart doesn't feel.
It's so very cold inside me.
Just a shadow of someone that I used to be…
A dead weight, that's all his spark was. Just there, sitting inside him, taking up space. It was nothing without Bumblebee - The youngling's spark was a tiny blue beacon, and its size did not matter. Though small, it could make his mightier spark feel drenched in love and guide him to the highest degree of happiness. No youngling's spark could do the same. Bumblebee's was incredibly unique, and incredibly special.
You were the only one that I allowed inside my heart.
Now I'm just holding on to something so far gone.
Where did I go wrong…?
Optimus blamed himself for the youngling's abduction. Had he turned around, had his audios been just a little more on that high alert, Bumblebee could be curled in his arms right now. He swore under his breath, shuddering again. Nausea churned in his fuel tanks.
I would give my all to have you here.
Just to hold you once again.
Just to hold you once again…
If he were to find Bumblebee in any dire pain, no type of revenge would be too great.
Inside the Decepticon Base
Bumblebee's Confinement Cell
Bumblebee could barely keep his optics open, feeling as if a weight pressed down on both of his optics covers. He tried to forcefully prod himself from the unconscious state, groaning all the while. A single yellow hand tremored as it moved to his chest, hardly able to clutch a bleeding wound below his air intakes. The struggle to take in the smallest amount of air wasn't it a struggle any longer, it was a battle in itself. His systems behaved awkwardly, revving inside him at random times, groaning as they too labored extensively to the point of overdrive.
Stay awake. Stay alive.
He couldn't fall into unconsciousness. What if he didn't wake up? He couldn't recharge around the presence of blood thirsty, merciless Decepticons. No - No matter how great the struggle became, he would not fall into that trap. If he wanted to see Optimus again, if he wanted to be held and loved like no other, he had to stay awake.
A low growl echoed above one of his audios and the wounded youngling groaned softly in reply, slowly moving his cheekplate against the cold ground. Droopy optics turned upward only to see a massive claw wrap its sharp digits around his frame, digging in through the crevices between the yellow plating that hid his sensitive wires. Bumblebee squeaked in pain, his voice modulators barely able to create a voice.
"Ohhh," he moaned.
The mechbot rotated and lie on his back, fluttering up his lids to meet two blood red optics. Bumblebee's entire frame shivered as a hideous smile, full of wickedness and disgust, curled on the Decepticon's metal lips. Bumblebee only saw pure malevolence in the mech that held him. There was nothing friendly about him at all – Bumblebee felt no warm spark near.
And such a cold spark had to belong to the Lord himself.
"Online…?" Megatron snarled in question, holding the bot closer to his optics. "How unexpected…" He groaned, optics glowering. "Starscream!"
The jet's footsteps reverberated quickly through the metal flooring, followed by two more quick pairs. At the mouth of the mechbot's holding cell appeared Starscream's broad-shoulder form. At his sides stood the fighter jet subordinates Thundercracker and Skywarp.
Thundercracker's optics rounded slightly at the sight of Megatron's own beaming into his, and the jet slowly stood straighter, elbowing a huffing Skywarp in the side. Skywarp growled with narrowed optics, crossing his arms across his chest.
Starscream hissed, putting on a sly grin for his Lord. "You called, my Lord?"
Skywarp snorted. "Called? …More like - "
"Mute it, Skywarp."
Megatron rose, squeezing the youngling in his claw. Bumblebee quaked, wide optics staring in fear.
"Have you seen any sign of the Autobots," Megatron said in an angry smile.
Starscream shook his head. "No sign of the Autobots, my Lord," he told him proudly. "As from our aerial positions in the sky, no forces have been detected."
"Excellent," Megatron growled. The tip of a digit grazed over the red Autobot insignia fixed on the bot's foreplate, his red optics narrowing. Hate surged through and burned his systems, making him growl louder with a rumbling in his chest.
"You'll be a fine solider in the Decepticon army," he whispered menacingly to the shuddering mechbot. "With a new paint job and change of spark…You'll be perfect."
Bumblebee whimpered and quaked in fear. The last thing he wanted was to be a Decepticon youngling – Who knew how these monsters treated their little ones? And frag no, he wasn't going to be the guinea pig to find out.
Pale blue rivulets of tears poured from each of his optics…Primus, he had never been so afraid, never felt so isolated from the ones he loved – From his heroes.
Megatron's gleaming optics eyed the second in command, then the two subordinates at his side. He growled. "Take the skies again for the next several cycles," he ordered. "Until dawn. If you do not suspect any Autobot forces…" He laughed lowly. "I doubt that they shall suspect the youngling's location."
Starscream hissed in agreement. "Yes, my Lord." He bowed forward with Thundercracker, growling at the slow subordinate stood stupidly at his side. "Bow, you pathetic Decepticon," he muttered. "Bow to your Lord."
Skywarp gave a small bow of respect, suddenly realizing. If not obvious, he was the dumb one.
In unison, the jets lifted and departed from their leader's presence – And of course, they all walked out in an orderly fashion, except for Skywarp's always present dimwitted ways.
Megatron's red optics shifted back to the youngling in his hands, a sinister grin stretching across his dark faceplate. He growled low in his chest, bringing the mechbot close to him.
"By dawn, you shall be my own little warrior," he purred evilly, optics flashing in a way that made Bumblebee shudder. "Even if the Autobots do in fact discover your location…" He chuckled deeply, squeezing Bumblebee. The yellow bot cried. "…They shall be defeated – Once and for all."
xXx
Dawn at the Autobot Base
"Mirage."
"Present, Boss," said the mech, revealing himself from camouflage
"Prowl."
"Yes, Sir," the tactition replied.
"Jazz, Ironhide, Ratchet…"
A chorus of "Yeah's," and, "Here's."
"Chromia." Optimus looked up to the light blue femme. She smiled faintly.
"M'here," she called, wrapping her arms around one of Ironhide's. Her head fell on his steel colored shoulder, his soon falling on top. She purred at him. "Ready to kick aft too…" She looked into her mech's ice blue optics. "…With you of course."
"Oh please," snorted Sideswipe. "Let's at least try and stay focused here, instead of cooin' in each other's audios for once."
"Ah, mute it, Sides," the femme retorted with a glare in her optics. "It's been vorns since I've seen my mechy-boo." She giggled.
"Mechy-boo…" echoed Sides. "Primus, how corny."
Sunstreaker sighed. "Sides, mute it already. Each and every one of us knows you're only envying them." He grinned quirkily. "As you do to every mech and femme pairing you see."
Optimus sighed. "Here we go again…"
Hot Rod wound his arms around Arcee, drawing her against him. "Yeah, don't get your circuits in a bunch, Sides," he grinned. "Your mate'll come around sooner er later."
Sideswipe sulked and ignored the red mech's comment, shooting a sideways glare at his twin. "Sunny, you don't even have one," he shot, holding his hands out. "Wipe that grin off your faceplate before I do with my fists."
Sunstreaker rolled his optics. "I may not yet, but I am the most beautiful thing in the universe – Not to mention my wonderful personality."
"You mean your egotistic, notorious, and difficult-to-work with ways?" snapped Sides.
The twin frowned, his boasting smirk gone. "…I was thinkin' more along the lines of - "
"Right, right…"
"Staying on topic," interjected Optimus, giving the twins a skeptical look. "As you all may or may not know already, this mission is a search and rescue for - "
"For who?" butt in Sides.
"A youngling…" continued the Autobot Commander. "Yesterday evening, the mechling was pronounced missing, and as his newfound guardian, it is my responsibility especially that this little one is found and brought from harm."
"Don't you worry about it, Prime," Hot Rod assured, setting his chin on top of his candy colored femme's head. "You've got a solid team here."
Optimus smiled slightly, feeling Elita One's hand take his. He looked down.
"Honey, there's no way we're letting any Decepticon take him away forever," she said softly. "Never could we do that."
Another chorus of 'Yeah's."
"Yeah, so don' worry," Jazz smiled.
Mirage nodded at the teams positivity, feeling a smile grow on his faceplate. He looked to his Autobot commander, nodding once as the grin grew from receptor to receptor.
"We won't let you down."
xXx
Inside the Decepticon Base
Bumblebee's Confinement Cell
Bumblebee woke up in a jolt at the sound of his little fuel tanks grumbling, a single servo brushing over the yellow plating as he made an upset whirr. He was alone – No Megatron, no trio of jets – Only alone to the solitude of his dreary holding cell.
The yellow bot curled into a tight ball in a corner, shivering, contracting his form as if to produce a heat. The plan only failed, and his reward, so to speak, was only another hungry grumble from his tanks.
"Mmmmm," he groaned. "Ohh…"
He had only been here for mere Earth hours, but it felt like complete vorns. Primus, if Optimus and the others couldn't find him, or didn't find him in time, Megatron's intentions would be reality. He would become a Decepticon youngling, demanded and ordered to force everything that was Autobot out of his mind and spark. He would become completely hardened, an evil, sinister little bot…
He couldn't even picture such a thing.
He didn't want that. The very thought sent shivers all around him.
The Decepticon's plan to obliterate the Autobot base was coming along just as they wanted. Step one, kidnapping the youngling, had been accomplished with simple trickery and a cube of sweet energon. Step two – Getting Optimus' processor into a mess of worry and even fear for Bumblebee's condition, thus stalling him in any means of a rescue. And soon, they would initiate their main attack on the base.
But, little did they know that help was already on the way.
"Soundwave," a low voice rasped from down the hall, a distance from the cell. "Report."
"Yes, Megatron," the monotone voice responded astroseconds later.
Bumblebee's head perked upright, antennae lifting. He shook in despair.
"N-No…"
He knew they would be coming again.
"I want you to check on the youngling's status," the Decepticon purred sinisterly. "…Make sure his spark is still intact…Pay no mind to his needs."
"Yes, Megatron."
Upon Soundwave's approaching, Bumblebee quaked in fear, curling up in the darkest part of the shadows. He offlined his optics and buried his head in his arms, hoping the Decepticon would not spot him. He even hitched his ventilations, holding his air intake valves as tight as he could. He dared not produce the slightest bit of sound from his vocal processors.
Thud, thud, thud…
His attempts were nothing. Soundwave appeared behind the thick bars of the cell, undoing the locks with sharp click, click, clicks and a final hiss. The cell gave way to the Decepticon, and the bluish mech stepped inside, optics gleaming down at the youngling.
Bumblebee didn't move. He felt Soundwave's optics on him even as he was hidden in the darkest of the shadows, even as he made no sound whatsoever. The mech's scanners were no match to his futile attempts.
A servo wrapped around the tiny yellow body, a thick thumb rotating Bumblebee only his back. Wide baby blues stared in utter fear, little fear shivering uncontrollably. He gulped, watching as Soundwave's optics glowered back.
Bumblebee's tanks grumbled again, making Soundwave arch an optic ridge. The youngling whimpered, holding his tanks with his tiny servos.
Soundwave tilted his head slightly.
His baby blues stared in complete innocence – How anyone could stand such an adorable faceplate was a mystery in itself.
"E-Energon…?" Bee's tiny voice questioned softly. "Pl-Please…"
Soundwave narrowed his optics, and clicked on a communication channel. "Youngling requests energon. Shall I grant him?"
"Do no such thing," was the quick, harsh reply. "He will be fed when allowed."
Bumblebee sulked in Soundwave's hand, his little protoform's hydraulics groaning in the heavy need for the blue fluid. His systems revved, too, deprived, his optics drooping. His alerts sounded, screaming for rest and nourishment. Recharge in such a place only added to the weight on his spark and the pain in his internals. And the nourishment wasn't coming anytime soon.
The mech's thumb rested on Bumblebee's spark chamber, feeling, analyzing. Soundwave clicked once as established a communications channel with his leader, listening through the clearing static and temporary white noise. It cleared.
"Youngling's spark is still intact, my liege."
"Perfect," the commander hissed. "Within megacycles, out plan shall be well underway."
xXx
During: In Cognito
"I'm in, Sir. I've found him."
Hidden in plain sight, Mirage slipped into the confinement cell, watching with harsh optics as Soundwave clutched the small youngling in the palm of a single servo. His optics intensified to an almost blinding electric blue, glaring at Soundwave as he did nothing to nourish the starving bot. How he wanted to just pounce on the Decepticon and fire like all Hell.
But, no, such a move would be foolish.
He would wait. Timing was the key.
"Excellent, Mirage," came the commander's voice in private com. "What do you see?"
Mirage's optics first focused on the small of Bee's body, how bright and yellow it was with the sharp black accents. Those optics were utterly imploring and the way his faceplate was scrunched sent flutters to his spark.
Bee was so cute. Probably one of the reasons the Boss loved him so.
"I see the youngling…"
"Anything more?"
His acute audios shifted to high intent, listening as Soundwave conversed with his Lord. Mirage perceived both ends of the line – How foolish, Soundwave had not activated a private channel. It was open to all audios, in the base, within reasonable distance.
"Youngling's spark is still intact, my Lord."
"Perfect. Within Earth hours, out plan will be well underway."
"A Decepticon."
"Designation?"
"Soundwave, Sir." He stepped forward silently. "I'm taking him down. Over and out."
The channel clicked.
Mirage grinned slowly, easing closer toward Soundwave. He stepped behind the mech, and in mere astroseconds, he had him in a death lock around the neck, pulling back with every bit of strength harvested within him. Metal groaned as the Decepticon's throat was crushed.
Soundwave shuddered in surprise, his servo opening. Bumblebee squeaked as he fell on the floor, wide optics watching as absolutely nothing – Pure air – choked Soundwave. Making tiny noises of fear, he quaked as Soundwave's ventilations hitched in a sharp click, and the mech sulked to the floor. He was still.
Out of thin air slowly appeared Mirage, his form looming over Bumblebee. He held out a gentle palm to the bot, but Bumblebee crawled away. He shook his head no, curling in the corner. Mirage's optics warmed.
"By no means am I going to hurt you, little one," he spoke softly, wiggling his fingers as he held out his palm again. "C'mon. Look…" He indicated his Autobot symbol. "Autobot. Friend…I'm your comrade, little one."
Bumblebee hesitated.
"…Autobot. Friend…Comrade."
Hope.
Baby blues stared directly into Mirage's as he crawled into the mech's palm, letting the gentle fingers curl around him. Another servo cupped around him and Bumblebee found himself being drawn toward the mech's spark. It thrummed warmly by his audio receptors, steady, unwavering, and gallant like a true Autobot's. Bee laid his audio over it and Mirage held him there, letting the bot listen to his blue heart.
The Autobot clicked on a channel to Optimus. "I have the youngling in my hands, Sir," he said, smiling at the bot. Bumblebee smiled back, giggling softly.
"How is his condition?" Optimus sounded nearly desperate.
Mirage noted a wound on the youngling's chest, bleeding, but not severely. He nodded to himself. "A chestplate wound, open, but nothing more I can see on the outside."
"Mmm," the commander said lazily. "Camouflage. I have you coordinates. We will attack soon."
Suddenly, Mirage looked down at the temporarily unconscious Decepticon at his feet with widened optics, Bee looking too as the click of an establishing communications channel sounded. Static hissed and gradually cleared.
Megatron.
"Wait, Optimus," Mirage said, initiating his camouflage, Bumblebee squeaking as he too disappeared. "Hold on…"
"Soundwave…Soundwave, report!" the evil voice demanded.
Static hissed – The only reply. Mirage stiffened as Megatron roared. Soundwave would never ignore his Lord's orders without a reason, and what reason could he have at this time? Signs only pointed to one thing in Megatron's processor.
An Autobot had impeded.
"I know you are there Autobot!" the evil Lord growled harshly. "Your end is nigh."
"Optimus they know I'm here…Megatron knows," Mirage reported.
"Hold your position," was the calm response. "...The battle will soon be underway."
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