It has been thirteen vorns since i have joined the insecticons. Shrapnel stands on my left, while Acidbite who towers me sits at my right. i lightly run my servo over his back-strut. I smile as he purrs softly. Bombshell, my scientist, runs off a report about the safety and status of the hive. The hive is losing resources and the fight above still rages. I frown slightly thinking of my next move. It was risky and iWhat do you think shrapnel. Autobots or decepticons?I believe decepticons would be best, It would be easier to watch their movements. I heard they tend to be more brute then brain. Call the hive.m not their . When everyone was accounted for I stood up. I said with a voice loud enough to reach through the noise. After i spoke the whole hive went silent. Venom walked up after a moment. I nodded in agreement. Acidbite howled beside of me. Shrapnels group stepped forward. I knew Shrapnel would fallow me, and Hardshell, Bombshell and Kickback wouldn't let shrapnel leave alone. Venom, Barrage, Chopshop, and Ransack stepped forward after a minute as well. Though paranoid Venom wouldn't stay behind. His group would never survive without him either. What surprised me was when Buzzclaw and Dirge stepped forward. The two had always been against me leading the insecticons. I looked at them all then to the rest of the insecticons. The insecticon mentioned nodded, all insecticons Repeated It showed who we are as a hive. 'Live for not one but all' it was our one law. The hive before oneself.
I am angry. A simple notion but one that puts fear into the last remaining insecticons. The group that was leaving with me went to gather supplies for a ship. We returned to see the autobots bomb the hive. Buzzclaw, and Vemons group had stayed to set up preparations for Pyrite to lead the hive. Dirge screamed for the loss of his brethren. The rest of the group and I set to searching for survivors. The search ended in vein. I picked up some rubble from the hive channels and threw it screaming in anger. Acidbite was wallowing an sadness for the family he had lost. Shrapnels group conteniued to search even thou they new it was useless. The rotary on my started to spin with my anger. I was about to go on a rampage when Dirge caught my arm. I looked at him confused. I though he hated me. He must have noticed my look. I shook my helm. Dirge snarled I huffed. I said mornfully. Dirge shook his helm. Slowly he thrilled for the others to fallow as he lifted me up by my arm strut. I nodded to his words Dirge nodded.
The group started to scavage for matireal to build a ship with. After about three groons I came across something that looked quite fimilier. I had wondered back to the destroyed hive. Under a mess of wires and scrap was a familiar looking ped. I pulled the ped out from under the rubble only to pull out a medium sized insecticon. To my suprise it was Ticktock. An insecticon that was obsesed with making bombs. He appeared to be offline. I dragged him with me so I could see if we missed anyone else. To my suprise I found Sharpshot as well. He appeared to be offline as well. Though I will have to ask him about the odd position I found him in. Who in their right mind lands hanging my their hip joint? I dragged the two survivors back to the newly build ship to see if Bombshell could fix them. When they we fixed the two of them desided to help us leave. The wanted in on the revenge of our fallen hive