"ATTACK!" Megatron's voice roared over the intercom, his smile able to be heard through the sheer glee in his tone. They had caught up to Ironhide's ship.

"Dammit-" Ironhide groaned as the ground rumbled beneath his feet, the Decepticons had launched boarding pods to the hangar. "Are Elita and the others in place, Cliff?!"

"Yes they a-" Cliffjumper yelled out, his voice coming to an abrupt and violent stop as a blast pierced through his metallic skull - his brain module hanging out as his grey body fell to the ground.

"CLIFF! DAMMIT, TELETRON! LAUNCH ALL THE ESCAPE PODS!" Ironhide screamed as he turned, his blaster in hand as he fired at the onslaught of Decepticons, led by Megatron himself.

Blasts hit Megatron's chest, but they simply scratched him. Ironhides blaster was almost dead, and Megatron had the best treatment this side of the Galaxy. "Ironhide, I remember you."

"Oh yeah, Mega-creep? I remember you too, you gettin' your ugly face smashed in by Prime-" as he spoke, a backhand knocked him to the ground.

"Pax. Not Prime. He didn't deserve the name." Megatron spoke, venom in his tone. "I owe you my victory. You were late. You are the reason Pax died."

Ironhide felt Megatron's glare on his frame as the bot knelt next to the fallen warrior, "Who was it?" Ironhide asked, his helm shifting to meet Megatron's gaze, "Who was the traitor that sent us on that wild sharkticon chase?"

"You'll see them soon enough. I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to reward you." Megatron smiled as he grabbed Ironhide's neck, lifting him into the air, "This one will be taken prisoner. No remorse to the others… and let the escape pods go, I enjoy the hunt."

"Prowl, did you see anyone else get on an escape pod?" Elita-One asked with a heavy sigh, her optics darkened by the brutality of the Decepticons assault.

"Wheeljack, definitely. But… I didn't see anyone else for sure. Ironhide launched the pods too early." He frowned, looking up at the ship through a window.

"Ya'd rather let Megatron get ahold of the pods?" Ratchet asked, staring down at the bright orange box in his lap. "Or worse. Get ahold 'a this."

"That's not what I'm saying, Ratchet. But he could have-" Prowl frowned as he was interrupted.

"He did what he had to do, Prowl. I don't like it either, but… at least Wheeljack is safe for now. We should try linking up."

"Yeah, me and Wheeljack were workin' on someth-" as Ratchet spoke, their ship went dark, fire charing the outside as they started to fall through orbit.

"Brace for impact!" Elita yelled, her optics wide as she saw the coordinates flashing on the panel - they were crashing into Caminus.

Ironhide let out a scream of pain as Hook carved his Autobot symbols off, "Stop moving, Autobot. I don't want to ruin this." Hooks perfectionism shone through his tone, but unfortunately for Ironhide, Scrapper pushed him away.

"I'll show you how it's done," he grumbled, placing his hand on the symbol and crushing. His fingers tore through Ironhide's chest, the year with barely any energon had made his body weak. Ironhide's screams were heard all throughout the ship.

Meanwhile, deep inside the ships prison, two bots spoke. "Do you hear those screams? It sounds like-"

Before the other could finish, another bot chimed in, cutting them off. "Me recognize scream. Mmm. Ironhide."