A/N: The song Lost Coastline belongs to Okkervil River. This is set in Transformers MTMTE the comic book series and all the hardships that they went through. Hope you like it. All the words in bold and parenthesis are the lyrics to the song.

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(Packed and all eyes turned in, no one to see on the key. No one waving for me just the shoreline receding. Ticket in my hand wish I didn't hand it in. Cause who said sailing is fine. Leaving behind all the faces that I might replace if I tried on that long ride, looking deep inside but I don't want to look so deep inside yet.)

(Ratchet's POV. Takeoff day.)

I was not one to worry but, in this instance I was. I knew that after I told Bumblebee I was leaving he went back and told everyone. Oh well. Soon I will be on the ship to help Rodimus find the Knights of Cybertron. Maybe we will find a few waifs and strays. As soon as I got on the ship I knew it had been a bad idea. I have already had to fix over three Cybertronians and we have not even left yet. I was losing my touch. Even though I didn't want to admit it just yet. Maybe, just maybe, I will find a successor.

(Sit down, sit down on the prowl to wave bye. There might not be another star, further on the line. Look out, look out at each town that glides by. And there's another crowd, to drown in crying eyes. And see how that light you love just won't shine. There might just be another star, that's high and far in some other sky.)

(Rodimus's POV. Takeoff day.)

Finally, my dream is coming true. I am finally going to help Cybertron retrace its steps to the golden age. We will find the Knights of Cybertron and we will make this a good day. We were soon to take off. My second in command of the ship was the ex Decepticon named Drift. My third in command was the Dull Enforcer of Tyrest. Also known as Ultra Magnus. Our main scientist is Preceptor. I think that we are going to make this a great trip and we are going to find the Knights of Cybertron.

(We sing, is that marionette real enough yet to step off of that set and decide what a dance might mean to it. Ruining the place where the ensuing may lay escape. We packed up all of our bags the ship's deck now sags from the weight of our tracks as we pace beneath flags. Black and battered rattling our swords in service of some fated, foreign, war.)

(Drift's POV. Takeoff day.)

I hope the people of The Lost Light can forgive me for being a Decepticon during the war. I was wrong to join that war and I ruined my chances of being a professional sword fighter. Oh well.

"Hey, Drift come here!" I heard a mech call.

When I turned around I saw Rodimus running towards me at his top speed. I could tell he had just had a repaint and wax. His frame was glimmering in the sunlight. Rodimus was my best (and only) friend.

"Hey, bud. What's up?" I asked.

"I was wanting to inform you that I am making you SIC ( second in command) of the Lost Light. Also, we are taking off in thirty klicks."

"Wow just, wow. Thanks so much." Maybe. Just maybe things were turning around for me.

(And Jonathan says we sail out on order of him. But we find that the maps he sent to us don't mention lost coastlines. Where nothing we've actually seen has been mapped or outlined and we don't recognize the names upon strange signs.)

(Tailgate's POV. Twenty minutes after takeoff)

I can't believe that I was underground for six million years. Compared to the other Cybertronians I'm ancient. I can't even understand this version of Cybertronian.

(And every night finds us rocking and rolling on waves wild and wide, well, we have lost our way, nobody's gonna say it outright. Just go.)

(Chromedome's POV. One year after takeoff.)

Now that we have been on the Lost Light for over a year I can see that he have had many ups as well as downs. No one will admit it but we have lost ourselves on the map. Again. But, we have all learned to go with it and hope for the best with each new adventure.