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Firefly gazed fondly at the city infront of her. Truly, it was more than a city. It was a shelter for Decepticons who had survived through their glory years, a haven for every two-bit scam-artist and criminal, a living hell as well as a paradise.
For Firefly it was home, from the Smelting Pools deep under the city, to the spires of Darkmount and everything dark and decaying in between. She loved Polyhex as much as a Decepticon could love anything.
She pulled the tainted air into her body and felt its tortured soul soothe her. Her optics roamed over every visible inch of the city.
"Welcome home, Firefly." Barricade said softly.
A smile lifted her lips and she listened to the faint screams and explosions coming from the Dead End.
"And it feels so good." She looked up at Barricade and saw the same affection she felt for the city in his optics. "Let's go see how much it's missed us." Firefly raised her voice to carry out to the mechs behind her. "Forward! Take back what is mine."
The gang streamed forward towards the open gates to the city. Firefly and Barricade followed behind at a more sedate pace, they were enjoying returning to the only place they had ever called home.
The fortress wrapped around them like a tormented yet welcoming blanket. Darkness clung to every nook and cranny of each building they passed, but Firefly kept her optics on the dark citadel rising from the centre. At every street corner stood one of Barricade's mechs waiting for them, as the pair walked through the city the gang swarmed around them defensively. Eventually the main road led Firefly to her destination, Darkmount.
The steep road leading to its entry was empty and the double doors were open, the windows and balconies were deserted. It looked broken and lifeless, Firefly's spark ached.
She marched up the slope quickly, desperate to reclaim her home and return it to its former glory. Diesel appeared in the doorway, his face unreadable as another mech joined him. This one had handsome black and bronze armor; he sported badly damaged rotors, defining him as an aerial-mech, and a limp, his expression turned blank as Firefly approached.
"Commander Firefly. Your presence is a surprise."
"I'm sure it is. You look horrible Tracer."
His mouth curled on one side in a smile. "Thanks to your henchmen. They were quite determined to relieve me of my command."
Firefly laughed. "They are…enthusiastic."
"Enthusiastic? That wasn't amongst the words going through my processor while they twisted my rotors."
"That's understandable. My apologies, they're new to this business."
"I figured that out. Where did you find them?"
"Helex. They're Barricade's street racers."
Tracer half-grinned. "Why aren't I surprised that he turned to crime when there was no one to watch him."
Firefly smiled, Barricade grunted.
"Why are you here?" He asked gruffly.
Tracer shrugged. "Shockwave decided that I should be here. I manage Darkmount in his absence."
Firefly's optics roved over him assessingly. It was a smart move on Shockwave's part. Tracer wasn't an ambitious mech despite his abilities, and because of his attitude he wouldn't push to take control.
Firefly dropped a hand into his shoulder. "I'm back now, so Shockwave no longer has any authority here."
"That is good to know. You'll be making changes?" It was less of a question than an expectation.
"Yes." She replied slowly. Something in his voice made her wonder about what had been happening in her city. "In fact, I will be starting immediately. Every program and scheme Shockwave had going is to cease.
Tracer nodded and issued her orders to the mechs corralled by Firefly's rag-tag soldiers. At Firefly's nod the racers parted to let the mechs leave.
"Show me what he's done with my palace." Firefly commanded.
Tracer nodded and led them through the fortress. Physically Darkmount was the same as when she had last been there, but the citadel now had an entirely different feel. A tenseness filled the air, an anticipation of death.
Firefly's spark ached as she saw that many of the rooms that had once held pieces of fine art and other stolen treasures now stood dark and empty, their contents sold to further the Decepticon cause.
Her sadness turned to anger as she saw the deterioration of her great fortress. Outside it was intact but the integrity of its interior was sadly weakened. It was on the verge of collapse.
Her temper darkened further as she stood on a tower balcony and gazed down. An entire section of the Dead End was no more than a blackened crater.
She turned and snarled. "What happened to the Dead End?"
"Shockwave decided to use it as a testing ground for experimental explosives." Tracer replied.
Rage burned in Firefly's circuits, that purple malfunction would pay for destroying her property. Even if it was the last thing she did she would see Shockwave thrown into the Smelting Pits. On that thought she spun around and marched back through the fortress, Tracer and Barricade following close behind.
"Firefly, where are we going?"
"Shockwave's future home."
She missed the look that passed between Barricade and Tracer, she was focused on the steep stairs under her. In her head she was creating an extensive list of supplies that she would need to return Darkmount to its former glory.
The dungeon door slid open with a hiss. The chamber was dark, the only light coming from a hole in the floor. The familiar sound of bubbling acid met her audios and Firefly reveled for a moment in its sizzling.
Her optics roved over the shadowy room and scowled. A pair of mechs stood on either side of a hatch over the main Pit, the winch between them whirred as something was lowered into the acid below.
"When I sent out the order that everything was to stop, which part of it didn't you understand?" Her voice was deceptively calm.
The mechs heads whipped around. One stammered a reply while the other stopped the winch. Firefly stepped forward and flicked her hands casually as she spoke.
"What could possibly be so important that you would risk tempting my ire by disobeying that order? Is there something you're trying to keep from me?"
"Yeah, us." A voice called from the dark.
Firefly's optics narrowed and she moved towards the voice. It was common practice for traitors, useless prisoners and deactivated mechs to be melted down. Firefly herself had orders many mechs to the Pits but there was something about that voice that drew her closer.
A sharp command thrown over her shoulder had the dim lights turned on. As Firefly approached, a pair of red optics gleamed in the shadows at the back of the cell. Only when she was close to the energy bars did the speaker come properly into the light.
"Misfire? I told you that you would end up in here one day."
The mech's smile was drawn. "And you were right. Now could you get me out of her before they smelt me?"
Firefly crossed her arms. "That depends on what you did to get locked in here."
"I displayed my impressive marksmanship for my leader."
"You mean you shot your commanding officer."
Misfire nodded and Firefly laughed. Shaking her head she deactivated the energy bars and Misfire stepped out stretching his servos.
Tracer and Barricade appeared next to them.
"What are you doing? He admitted to shooting a superior officer." Tracer glared at Misfire.
Firefly waved away Tracer's words. "Everyone knows that Misfire couldn't hit a target even of it was two feet away. I promise you, he was not aiming for the mech he hit."
Tracer continued to scowl but said nothing. Misfire smiled and gripped Barricade's outstretched arm.
Firefly moved back to the row of cells to see who else Shockwave had locked up in her brig. Optic brows rose as she found herself studying the beaten chassis of an Autobot.
"Tracer, what is an Autobot doing in my brig?"
"Waiting for his colleague to be melted." Came the toneless reply.
Firefly whirled around and marched to the hatch. Readjusting her optics she could see a dark form dangling from the end of the chain.
She turned on the two guards, fire flying from her optics.
"If that Autobot isn't back in this room within five astro-seconds, one of you will be deactivated."
The mechs stepped back and cowered. The fury didn't drain out of Firefly as she glared into their terrified faces. Raising her gun, she pulled the trigger and felt some satisfaction when a hole appeared in the front of one helmet and bits of circuitry flew from the back. The remaining guard stepped aside quickly as his comrade fell lifeless to the ground. Firefly stood with her still smoking weapon.
"Bring the Autobot up."
"But Lord Shockwave said-" A shot skimming the side of his head stopped the mech from finishing his sentence.
"If you want to continue functioning you will do what I say."
The mech nodded hastily and rushed back to the winches controls, soon the low buzz of machinery filled the air and Firefly watched the opening to see which Autobot had nearly been deactivated. Slowly a blackened helmet emerged, followed by a dented, smoking body. Burns covered its legs and lower chassis, showing just how close to the acid he had gotten, its green and grey paintwork was barely discernable but there was no mistaking that face.
"Kup?" Firefly whispered in horrified wonder.
The head lifted weakly before slumping back onto his chest. The Autobot still locked in the cell lurched to his feet, Firefly paid no attention to him. She swung around to face Barricade and Misfire.
"Barricade, get this cretin out of my sight, do what you want with him." She looked down at the guard. "If you ever step into this brig again, I will personally drop you into the deepest, hottest part of that smelting pit. Compute?"
The mech's head bobbed and Barricade escorted him out. Firefly transmitted another request as 'Cade exited the brig.
With a sigh Firefly turned back to Tracer. "How many Autobots are in my brig?"
"Three."
"I want you to bring me three portable stasis pods and I want them now."
The officer nodded tersely and left.
Misfire stood to the side. "Feeling benevolent?"
"No Autobots will be tortured and deactivated while I control these Pits."
He moved to stand beside her. "Showing mercy?"
She shook her head. "Good business." She frowned. "Tracer said three Autobots. I only see two, where's the third?"
An uncertain look passed over Misfire's face before he led her to the row of cells. The Autobot she had seen earlier was still at the bars, his silver face was scratched and the red and orange paint was almost unrecognizable. His blue optics glared at her.
"Don't you dare touch him."
Firefly raised an optic ridge. The scrapling was giving her orders, how audacious. She let her optics slide over his beaten chassis. If the kid hadn't been in such a vulnerable situation she could easily have found him appealing.
"I'll do what I like, scraplet, whether you want me to or not."
The silver face scowled darkly. Firefly dismissed him as unimportant and moved to the next cell. No movement betrayed the presence of an Autobot or anything else functional.
"Which cell?"
Misfire gestured to the one she was looking in. A frown appeared on her face as she deactivated the energy bars. The Autobot in the first cell continued to glare and grumble.
Firefly entered the dark chamber and searched the shadows. A light shine caught her attention and she crouched. Her fingers played over the smooth curve of an arm, with a slight heave she pulled the body into the light. Air caught in her intakes for a second time as she stared at the pale blue mech. Running scans over the body Firefly's anger and concern grew as she catalogued each dent, scratch and exposed circuit.
She looked over her shoulder. "As soon as Tracer returns with the stasis pods, he is to go directly into one."
Misfire nodded and stood back so Firefly could exit the cell. Leaving the energy bars offline she returned to stand infront of Kup. His weathered face slack yet twisted with pain.
"Misfire, lower him to me."
Her ex-soldier did as she bid without question. The winch whirred back into life and Kup descended. Firefly stood on the edge of the hatch and held out her arms.
"Let him go! Don't touch him Decepticon!" The young Autobot yelled.
Firefly ignored his shouts and pulled Kup away from the hole in the floor. When he was lying on the ground she released the chains wrapped around his arms. A muttered curse slipped from her as she rubbed at the scorch marks on his face.
The brig doors opened and Barricade entered balancing three energon cubes in his arms. Misfire quickly took one and both mechs moved back to Firefly.
Focused on removing as much dirt and grime from the old Autobot's face as possible, Firefly didn't notice Barricade until he stood next to her.
"How bad is the damage?" He asked passing her a cube.
"All of them have been tortured. Only one is online. Blurr has the most damage, I'd say he was beaten into stasis."
"Blurr? That makes sense, he's a good scout. Although it may have been training as well considering how young that one is." He jerked his head towards the orange scraplet.
"How do you know they were scouts?"
"I asked Tracer."
"What's the status on our take-over?"
"Complete. All mechs are in position."
Firefly nodded and pulled Kup into a sitting position, bracing him against some crates. She lifted the energon cube and waved it under his face. A mild panic held Firefly and when he didn't move it increased. Searching her processors for anything that might bring the old Autobot back online, Firefly settled on physical violence. Pulling back her hand she brought it down hard, the sound of the sharp slap reverberated through the brig. The scraplet swore loudly. Firefly watched the grey face anxiously for a sign of life. She almost laughed when the blue optics flickered slightly. Grasping his head between her hands, Firefly stared intently into his optics until they were fully bright.
"Primus has a sense of humor if this is my welcoming party." He said hoarsely.
"You're not deactivated yet old 'bot. Drink this."
She held the cube to his lips. Kup stared at her for a moment before opening his mouth and letting Firefly pour some of the bright liquid down his throat. When a quarter of the cube was gone Firefly lowered it again.
"Feeling better?"
Before the older mech had a chance to reply, a shout came from behind her. "Kup! Kup are you all right? Get away from him Decepticon."
Firefly looked over her shoulder to glare at the Autobot.
"Calm your transistors kid." Kup growled. He looked to Firefly. "I thought you had already joined the Matrix."
Firefly stood and motioned Barricade to help Kup to his feet. "Not quite yet. You took one hell of a battering Kup. Stretch your servos and tell me if everything still works."
Barricade stepped back and allowed Kup to stand on his own. He was unsteady for a moment but quickly gained his balance. Weary blue optics caught hers.
"You still protecting us Autobots from the smelting pit?"
"Don't make it sound noble Kup. The other Autobots would pay more for you online than off."
He wheezed a laugh and coughed. Firefly immediately held out the energon cube.
"If they don't pay then I'll put you right back where I found you."
Kup smiled around the cube. Firefly turned serious.
"What were you doing here, Kup, when you got caught?"
His weary optics were reproachful. "You know I can't tell you that."
"Tracer says you were scouts. What exactly were you scouting?"
"I can't tell you." He stressed.
She smiled thinly. "Tell me now or I'll start on your cute little buddy."
The weathered face frowned at her. "Leave the kid out of this. He doesn't know anything, he was just following orders."
"I've heard that one before. It never stopped me before either. So tell me what I want to know or I get nice and close with the scraplet." She inched closer to the cell.
"You don't need to do that."
"The only way to stop me is by telling me what I want to know."
Kup seemed to ponder this as she moved even closer to the young Autobot. She had Misfire pulling the struggling and protesting mech out of the cell when Kup finally spoke.
"All right, just leave Hot Rod out of this."
"Hot Rod? Appropriate name." She trailed a hand down his cheek. "He is rather handsome isn't he?"
"Leave him alone, Firefly."
She turned a speculative look from Hot Rod to Kup. "He's your plaything? Why Kup, you sly dog, I didn't think you had it in you."
"He's my student." Kup protested.
"Of course he is." She glanced up into Hot Rod's face. It was stiff, his optics glared at her. "I don't think he likes me much."
She rose up on her feet and pressed her lips softly to HotRod's. The mech shook, whether from anger or something else Firefly didn't know. She increased the pressure of her mouth on his for just a moment before pulling away. The young Autobot's optics were dim and his face scrunched in a tight frown. She laughed lightly and returned to stand infront of Kup.
"Talk. Why were you here?"
Kup's face showed his unhappiness at having to answer. "We were investigating Shockwave's latest improvements on the Dead End."
"Did you find anything interesting?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"I could ask Hot Rod."
"Leave the kid alone."
"Then you tell me, what did you find?"
Kup hesitated for a moment. "Not a lot, if you haven't noticed, a large chunk has been taken out of it. Not much left except scorched ground."
Firefly ran a finger over her mouth. If the old bot was telling the truth, Shockwave was doing nothing more than weapons testing on a bunch of Empties. That didn't bother her; she hated those creepy energon-starved mechs. But it did mean that he was sitting on some very impressive and destructive weaponry, and that could be very bad for her and her city. As soon as she got her defensive protocols back in place she could start her revenge on the cycloptic guardian. But she would only start once she was sure Polyhex could fend off any attack he could muster, she didn't want to be murdered in her berth.
"Thank you, Kup. Misfire, put him in the cell with hot stuff there, and reactivate the bars on Blur's cell."
She crossed her arms and waited for her two mechs to come closer. She quickly explained her unease concerning Shockwave and his possible armaments.
Her spark pulse jumped when the lights went red and a loud alarm started above them. The sound was muted in the brig but still detectable through the ceiling.
"That doesn't sound promising." Misfire said lowly.
"Do you think it could be Shockwave?"
Firefly shook her head. "He has no reason to attack yet. I've irritated him yes, but I haven't done anything that calls for my destruction. Well, not much anyway. It's unlikely he would care that I've gained Polyhex since he still controls all of Cybertron."
She looked back at the Autobots. Hot Rod stood close to the bars, his head tilted towards them as if he were trying to hear what they were saying.
"Come on. The Autobots will be fine while we find out what's going on."
The alarms continued to blare as Firefly led the way back through the fortress. She potted Tracer as they crossed the main hall.
"What is it?"
"Autobots just entered the city's perimeter. They've come for the prisoners."
They entered the control room. Firefly stood behind Trip-wire as he hammered away at a console. Several dots glowed on the radar.
"Show me here." She moved to the scale representation of Polyhex and its surrounding lands. A neon green electrical grid appeared over the map. Six blips moved steadily forward.
Firefly frowned as a thought occurred. "The prisoners are supposed to be deactivated."
"Yes." Tracer replied.
"Do the Autobots know that?"
"Yes."
"And they are willing to collect empty shells?"
"They have been in the past." A mech behind her snickered.
She resisted shooting the unknown mech. "How many Autobots have been deactivated here and sent back?"
"According to the records, six." Trip-wire answered.
Firefly pushed away a surge of anger, emotions would do her no good, but still it simmered. The number of atrocities that had been committed in her absence was growing by the hour, and it was all Shockwave's doing.
She moved to the main viewscreen as an idea bloomed. A smile curved on her mouth. The dark figures grew and Firefly felt an anticipatory excitement bubble in her. She didn't usually do good deeds, but if it had the potential of pissing off Shockwave then it was worth it.
"Let the Autobots through until they reach the front gate."
The Decepticons looked at her with uncertainty but didn't protest her order. Satisfaction flowed through her at how easy it was to control her minions. It wasn't the thrill of pleasure or excitement that she had felt before going off-line, it was a more subdued joy.
"Monitor the Autobots but take no action." She waited for Tracer's nod. "Barricade, with me." She stopped by Trip-wire and said in an undertone. "Contact me if they disobey."
Firefly left the control room with Barricade, leaving Tracer to watch over the situation from there, and Trip-wire to watch him. Barricade didn't question her as they moved through the fortress. He didn't need to, they shared a similar wave-length.
They exited near the cannon-stations, a thin bridge connected from there to the outer wall. The mechs watched her warily but nodded when she told them not to fire unless by her order. Leaving the soldiers behind, they crossed the bridge to the outer battlements.
Firefly remained out of sight as her enemies got closer, she could see them approaching through a small slit in the wall. Her optics widened. They had sent quite the team to pick up some scrap metal. Ultra Magnus, Springer, Roadbuster, Arcee, Wheelie and Hot Shot stood at the base of the slope, a covered transport sat behind them.
Firefly counted again. Seven with the cargo. But then why had their radar only picked up six? The small orange freak must have slipped beneath its notice. She made a mental note to recalibrate it.
Ultra Magnus stepped forward. "Show yourselves, Decepticons. We've held up our end of the bargain."
Firefly frowned at the resigned tone of his voice. She stood up sharply and smiled. "Magnus!"
Four pairs of optics widened, two narrowed.
Firefly shrugged off Barricade's restraining hand and leapt over the battlements and glided towards the Autobots. She landed lightly infront of them.
"Hello Ultra Magnus." She chirped happily. "What brings you to my humble abode?"
"You're in charge here Firefly?"
"I am now and just in case you team gets any ideas, my Decepticons have orders to shoot to kill if any of you make a move against me." She smiled. "So, what can I do for you?"
"We've come for the bodies of the Autobots you have." Magnus replied.
Firefly cocked her head to the side. "Just their bodies? That poses a problem, one I can take care of easily but still a problem."
"When can we have them?"
"Well, I'll have to deactivate them first, so if you don't mind waiting while I do a good job, I could have them ready for you in two cycles."
"They're alive!" Arcee gasped, a hand flew to her mouth.
Firefly smiled condescendingly. "They are, for the moment."
Ultra Magnus' optics narrowed. "What do you want Firefly?"
She liked it when they knew her routine; it made everything so much easier. "How much are you willing to pay for their safe return?"
"We have five hundred energon cubes."
Firefly tapped her chin with a fingertip. "Hmm, since you've caught me in a good mood on my day of triumph, I'll make you a deal. You can keep half of those energon cubes if you bring me some other items."
"What items?"
She pulled a datapad from subspace and quickly wrote down some of the things she had noticed Darkmount needed. She passed the datapad to Ultra Magnus and waited as he read it. He looked back to her.
"And if we can't get it all?"
She smiled coldly. "Then you choose who doesn't get to go home."
Springer growled and clenched his fists. He glared daggers at Firefly.
Firefly tilted her head and let her optics roam up and down over the green chassis. "Does one of them belong to you, Springer? Is that why you're so angry? I can't imagine its Kup, he's too old. So that leaves Blurr and the young one, but Blur's too annoying and you can never understand a thing he says." She stepped up to him and walked her fingers up his chest, he tensed. "Which only leaves that luscious, adorable Hot Rod. I don't blame you Springer," She licked at her lips. "He tastes nice."
Firefly danced back, laughing, as Springer's hand reached for her.
"Ah, ah, ah. Attack me and you all die."
"I don't trust you."
"I wouldn't either, but just to prove that I haven't destroyed them yet…" She radioed the control centre. #Trip-wire, get Diesel to bring the Autobot Hot Rot up to the battlements. We have visitors for him.# She received an affirmative reply and grinned smugly back at the Autobots. "Hot Rod should be visible momentarily…While we wait, I'm curious, why did you bring five hundred energon cubes if you were expecting to get back empty shells? Isn't that paying a bit much for smelting metal?"
She felt a great deal of satisfaction when all the Autobots tensed and glared at her.
Wheelie spoke up. "Megatron may be the leading glitch, but Firefly's a massive bi-"
"Finish that sentence and I will make sure Ultra Magnus leaves with at least one dead Autobot." Firefly growled, the muzzle of her gun almost pressed against the orange freak's forehead.
Her finger curled lightly around the trigger. Wheelie's optics widened and his mouth closed.
"Now wait patiently and you can see your toy-bot again."
She continued to smile icily as the time passed. The Autobots shifted uncomfortably, no doubt feeling more than vulnerable standing out in the open in the heart of Decepticon territory. They didn't have to wait long. Barricade signaled her and Firefly joined him on the battlements at the same time that Diesel pushed Hot Rod forward. Tension radiated off the Autobots. Maybe she should have roughed up the scraplet first.
Arcee was the first to break. "Hot Rod!"
The frantic expression on her face made Firefly feel very good, yet it also pricked at her memory. She'd seen an expression like that directed at her once. She pushed the strange sensation aside.
Dropping next to the red and orange mech, Firefly faced the group of Autobots. "There, you have your proof that the captives are still functional. Now go and get me what I want."
"Hot Rod, are you all right?" Springer demanded ignoring her command.
Primus save me from concerned lovers. Firefly thought.
"I am but Kup and Blurr need a medic."
"Give my Autobots the care they need and you have a deal." Ultra Magnus said.
Firefly sneered. "This isn't a negotiation. You get me what's on that list or I start taking your little soldiers apart." She ran a hand down Hot Rod's cheek. "Piece by piece."
"Don't you dare. If you do anything to harm them, I will kill you." Arcee declared relatively calmly.
Firefly had to stop herself from laughing. She sent Diesel back inside, towing a protesting Hot Rod. "Feeling particularly protective are you, Arcee?"
She glared back. "Leave him alone, you sorry excuse for a machine."
Ire peaked; Firefly stepped off the battlements and walked through the air towards the outraged femme. "You're threats don't scare me, Autobitch. I've faced Megatron during his rages." She left out that Megatron was usually beating Starscream at the time. "So anything you want to throw at me, go ahead. I'll still be standing when you're being dismantled for spare parts."
The pink femme scowled fiercely but was saved from doing anything rash when Springer grabbed her arm and pulled her behind him.
Firefly eyed the protective stance and grinned. "You're working the both of them, Springer? That's impressive. Is it a group thing or one-on-one?"
The lead Wrecker snarled at her but she just laughed. "Don't short-circuit. You have my word, the Autobots won't be harmed."
"Your word means nothing."
"My word should be the most important thing to you right now, because without it your little friends are smelter food." She stepped back, thrusters kicking in and she floated above them. "Continue to disobey me and Hot Rod will be the first to suffer. Compute?"
Ultra Magnus stepped forward. "How long do we have?"
Firefly tapped her chin and made a show of thinking. "An orn. Take any longer and Hot Stuff becomes my toy. Goodbye, Autobots."
Without waiting for a reply she jetted away from them, joining Barricade on the wall.
"I think that went well." She said as she landed.
They watched the Autobots reluctantly leave Springer's catching hers one last time. There was a promise of pain in that gaze. Firefly smiled.
"Now we see if the Autobots do what their told." Barricade growled.
"They will." Firefly said with absolute certainty. "Springer cares for the scrapling, and if that doesn't stop him from doing something stupid Arcee will. She won't let anything risk his safety."
"Ultra Magnus will keep them in line at the very least. He can't afford to lose anymore Autobots." Barricade started towards the fortress. "If it were Prime, we'd probably have a fight on our hands."
Firefly purred. "What I would give to have Optimus Prime in my hands."
He chuckled. "I meant if he were leading them instead of Ultra Magnus."
She shrugged. It didn't matter how she got control over the leader of the Autobots, only that she did.
"Everything will go my way in time. It always has. Right now I want to focus on getting my power back. First, Darkmount needs to be rebuilt."
"Second?"
"We hunt Autobots."
Barricade's grin of dark anticipation was echoed on Firefly's face.
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