KnockOut wasn't exaggerating, he really isn't looking so well, his paint is all messed up.

According to him, he wasn't given enough time to keep himself well groomed. It isn't comforting to realize I missed him. I've grown fond of the medic.

I..feel like I have something to lose again.

The red car at last has the time to make himself look presentable."So you killed the great dark god Unicron? Any other information you might want to share with us dearest commander~?"

Even revisiting the memory of it brings me distress. "Oh well, I have had dreams with Unicron in them, he calls me Primus's favored bird..." I can't help the tensing of my wings, how does one talk casually about a threat by a god?

Damned Monster won't leave me alone.

BreakDown studies our interaction from the sidelines, I hope my part in saving his life gives less insensitive to betray me. I've had quite enough of..ah wait. No, I've had no betrayal.. That happened...mmhBefore?

That could happen later.

Yes.

Could happen later.

"-You Spoke To Unicron?!" Not exactly, it wasn't as much spoke as it was, him spewing his spiraling negative thoughts and urges at me.

A conversation is a two way path.

I roll my shoulders in an attempt to relieve some stress, unsuccessfully. "Speak? Not really, the monstrosity was more promising he'd find out why Primus is my fan" I am yet to experience the benefits of being a god's treasured creation.

I'm not going to count the Primus given sight.

The red car pauses his venture to reach a difficult crevice,"So you're damned? Yet you are also blessed? Hah! Only you could manage that." He remarks curiously fondly.

Only I could manage that..

I'll have to disagree,"I doubt Prime couldn't achieve this, being a Prime and all."

KnockOut presses his lips into a thin line,"Don't you think if the Prime could do whatever happened to you that he would have?"

I hate when he's right.

BreakDown decided this is the time to join our conversation, and help his partner buff himself."The Prime's are not seer's,they aren't capable of everything, what you have is entirely different." Like I don't know that!

"Do you see yourself not falling into the hands of Unicron?" If I didn't know any better I'd say BreakDown's been replaced by a more outspoken cybertronian, but it's more likely this change is my fault.

Damn.

I let my wings succumb to the pull of gravity, "If that's even possible, my abilities are not so solid that I can just look into a subject..and...No, actually that is how they work. ah."

huh. That is exactly how they work.

BreakDown is making a terribly smug face, as if he knew that's how they worked. Smug or not, he is right.

"You haven't, I don't know, tried to study your abilities? Not even a little?" Did it really seem like I had all the time to do that??

Cause I did not, I was stuck dealing with a delusional puppet and what little time I did have was used planning how to have the least losses in the war. We may not win but that does not mean we have to lose all we have.

I seat myself across from KnockOut, "I was without the time for studying myself, much else was in need of my time." The medic's face is overtaken by a ever widening grin and raises a brow, "All the time you spent warning us~?"

..Perhaps.

It feels like I'm forgetting something..

What could it-WheelJack!

WheelJack is..trying to get rid of DreadWing? Why in the world would he do that?..Alright DreadWing is not the most tolerable flightform to exist.

"Did you just see something?! What was it? Was it what we do next? Or was it about Megatro-" BreakDown closes off the medic's mouth, thank Primus for that.

"It was only WheelJack." BreakDown's expression swiftly shifts to bewildered "WheelJack? What was he doing?"

"Trying to kill DreadWing, would you happen to know why?" BreakDown might have some insight, he knows more wreckers than I do. "DreadWing and his brother have killed enough wreckers to have made more than a few enemies, I think it was a ship named SeaSpray.."

So it's about revenge?

What a thoughtless idiot. Revenge will lead to-Oh Primus I'm Not Going To Let DreadWing Kill WheelJack.

Oh scrap.

I have to save him, he's not not a crucial part of the Autobots faction, ugh.

..I can include BreakDown in my plan. "I don't like the face you're making, why are you making that face?.." BreakDown retreats to escape me, that won't work~

"We're the only ones who could do this?" No, but I prefer to know things have undoubtedly been handled rather than have only approximate results.

BreakDown's expression tells me he knows that.

Now where does a explosive scientist spend their time when looking to snuff out a spark?

BreakDown and I make our way to a cliff, the feeling of being close to the edge comforts me. "Do you not know where they're going to be?" It's as if my allies think I'm incompetent, they will be here.

We won't be able to miss them, WheelJack has always been.. Loud. Just then we hear a thunderous crash. It's his ship.

He got shot down by DreadWing. Great.

I turn towards BreakDown to inform him of our plan, he's run off. Ah. What did I expect. He's trying to tell the other wrecker he's not the enemy. Astonishingly this works.

The slow approaching flightform gawks at them, it is an peculiar situation, I wouldn't expect him to understand..but then again.

DreadWings gaze shifts over to me, "What is this? What scheme are you playing at now StarScream." Way to tell everyone I'm here. "My Scheme? This is all WheelJack, I was just going for a stroll."

While my posturing is believable, my lie isn't.

"You'd have me believe you just decided now to go on a stroll to this exact location while being hunted by the Decepticons?" Excuse me, I'm being hunted?? Do they even have the resources for that? "Whaaaat? If I Knew that I never would've gone for a walk!" My performance would be convincing if DreadWing didn't know me.

"Scream! So you are a defector! Have you come to see me?~" WheelJack just couldn't keep his trap shut could he?

I leap towards DreadWing, he blocks and grabs my wrist. I twist around using his arm as leverage to reach his neck tubing. He shifts his position to avoid the attack but by this point we're both stuck. He tests my grips strength a bit, he stills. DreadWing is panting lightly "..I take it I'll have to listen to what you have to say or fight you off?" That is exactly it.

"We cooould just have a nice civil conversation, if we can all agree to it." He searches my eyes for any indication of a trick some kind of ploy, any reason to keep fighting.

..Being locked in close proximity it not particularly comfortable. "C'mon Dread, you aren't able to truly say without a doubt Megatron's within his right mind~" My grip tightens claws ripping into DreadWing's arm to bring us ever so slightly closer.

He doesn't respond not even a flinch, now this is just stalling, I know he isn't that dim.

"Stars! you sure we can get this one to talk civilly?" BreakDown calls while holding the other wrecker back. Damn.

DreadWing scowls at me, "So you're working with the bounty hunter to snuff me out are you?" Scrap-WheelJack's going to ruin my plan.

The bigger jet readies himself for a struggle, I'm at a disadvantage, I won't be for long. I remove my claws from the wound on his arm, this leads to an equal reaction. Giving me the opportunity to jump out of his arms.

He's barely had time to process what's happened as I rush off towards the two wreckers. We either need to remove DreadWing as a threat or convince the dual bladed idiot to stand down.

It's never simple is it.