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MIA- Part 2

The Ark

The vortex was open. The rip in the fabric of reality, controlled by the high level Cybertronian technology was being looked at by the number of optics. When the news of Cliffjumper being online reached their audio receivers, they could hardly believe it. For how could they? When Ratchet checked for his signal, it was offline. If it was shielded, he would know. His sensor would have said that. Yet Arcee claimed he was online.

Ratchet has begun to theorize how that was possible when out of the vortex three Bots came with the lost comrade. It really was him. In bad shape but indeed online. From what Arcee described, Decepticons must have plugged him to life support kept him online for interrogation. Or just for torture.

"Hey, Ratch." Cliffjumper said, weakly, as if running on fumes. "Still grumpy I see…" he joked.

Yup. Definitely Cliffjumper.

"Hurry! Get him to the CR chamber!" Ratchet instructed. Cliffjumper needed intensive care. And without hesitation the Autobots carried him into the device. Once it closed, the medical officer walked up to the console and began diagnose the patient. As the HUD lit up, his optics widened in shock and horror. "By the Allspark. What have they done to him?"

"Ratchet. Will Cliffjumper make recovery?" Optimus asked.

"His condition is real bad. It will take me hours just to stabilize him." He reported and started to work. "I'll do my best."

The second Cliffjumper was placed inside the CR Chamber, Ratchet got to work. All sorts of schematics and data were flashing on the screens and the medic was typing instructions. Every now and then he would take his optics up to look at the screens. "Looks like his spark became too weak to function without Art-Core." he commented, observing a round object surrounding the spark in the spark-chamber. The Art-Core was essentially like an artificial heart for Cybertronians. The thing is, it was used when the spark was so weak it would extinguish on its own, beyond recovery. This meant only that Cliffjumper was on death's door.

On the side line, Arcee could not help but shiver- or do something akin to it. It was like a dream. The bad kind. She was certain her partner was dead. And here he was, online all this time enduring who knows what tortures from the Decepticons. It pained her spark. Had she known this sooner, she'd come safe him there and then. Just as it was back in the day…

Flashback…

Both Arcee and her newly made 'partner' continued to venture through the once great metropolis. There were fewer patrols on their way, which was good. It made their mission easier. Even better they were heading the same destination. And the Omicron Outpost was in sight. It was a tall obelisk-shaped tower. Or more like a stretched upwards pyramid. The point is it was tall and simple in design. And that's what made it recognizable. They finally made it to it.

Now the only problem was a ravine, a wall and a few dozen guards. Not the friendliest obstacle.

"That's a lot of 'Cons out here, Arcee." Cliffjumper said, looking through the scope of his rifle. "I fail to see how are we going to enter."

Arcee did not respond right away. Rather, she was scanning the surrounding area. "According to what we know of this place, there should be a small gap in the wall on this side of the outpost. That's our entry point."

"You sure?" the Autobot sniper asked, now scanning the wall. "I don't see anything. Maybe they found it and sealed it."

"I'm positive. Trust me on that." The femme stated. She began to make her way to the entrance, when her sensors kicked in. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Something wrong, Arcee?" Cliffjumper asked.

"I don't know why… but I feel like we're being watched right now…" she explained to her friend. Jazz always did explain to her to never ignore this feeling of thread. It could save her life. And Kyujutsu was always eager to beat that lesson to her. How many times did she get slashed and beaten by that aggressive mech?

Now she being careful.

For she and Cliffjumper were indeed being watched by some Con. Via sniper scope.

Some distance away, a Decepticon was watching the two 'Bots, silently and patiently. Taking his time enjoying the fact they couldn't see him.

"I spy with my little red optic something…" he murmured to himself, slowly pressing the trigger, ready to shoot. His crosshair over Arcee's helmet, he smiled sweetly- or would if he had a mouth to. "Abridged!"

He pulled the trigger. The bolt of plasma was already on its way towards the target.

Towards its unaware target that was the Autobot femme.

"Watch out!" Cliffjumper cried, tackling his comrade, barely dodging the shot, which scrapped some paint off her helmet.

The Decepticon assassin jumped onto his legs, shocked and angry. "For real?! I finally get to make a comeback into this story since 'War and Peace' of this fanfic story and I fail to kill some bot?! What am I?! Shaquille O'Neal?!" Deadscore complained. After all, he missed. How could he miss?

But before he could give it anymore thought, he had to duck. The reason- Autobots shooting at him. Both of them.

"Great. I knew I should've stayed home rather than take the freakin' order where I can only think about touching myself." Deadscore complained. Then looked down at his… *cough**cough* crotch. "Oh yeah. I'm Cybertronian. We don't have those…" his disappointment and irritation clear. Damn it.

"Is that who I think it is?" Cliffjumper asked after giving a few more shots.

"Unfortunately yes." Arcee replied. "The motor mouthed idiot of the assassination society. What's he doing out here. I heard he was supposed to be on the far side of the planet."

"Well… the contract was far easier than reports had it believe." A voice answered from behind them. As the two Autobots turned, they found the crazy Decepticon aiming at them. "Hello there." He greeted in a friendly manner… aside for his swords ready to separated the duo's heads from their chassis. The song of sharpened metal was feeling the air as the said blade was coming closer and closer towards the target. Luckily Cliffjumper managed to step back in time before he got hit- tough he did fell over due to the pile of junk that earlier saved for cover.

Arcee on the other hand blocked the attack with her newly installed wrist blades. Though barely managed. The edge of the Decepticon's blade dug a little into her plating. It hurt her like pit. Only because Kyujustu was harsh with her training was she able to endure this. Otherwise, due to the pain, she would likely given in lost her helm by now. Instead she was struggling.

She was struggling because her adversary was still stronger than her. She could feel the blade slowly, barely but still, digging deeper into her. Her hydraulics just weren't strong enough to push it out. Was that to be her end?

"Oh, c'mon now, girly. No need to resist that much." Deadscore spoke, clearly struggling. He could even feel his pistons hammering within his chassis. "How is it that somebot smaller than me puts up such a fight?" he asked. Than pulled himself back, confusing the femme. "Wait. I take it back. I may be a sweet, good-looking, crazy robocidal killer, but not sexist- sometimes. Speaking of being robocidal… now I get paid. So might as well get to it while…" as he turned to face the femme again, with a rifle now out, Deadscore found her and her friend both pointing their blasters at him.

Deadscore couldn't help but sigh. "Really. I just wanted to shove my big thing in you gal and shoot it all out inside and I don't even get the chance to do it?" he raised his servos, showing his firearms, only for Cliffjumper to fire at it- and break it.

"Aah! My dildo!" the assassin cried… before the two Autobots begun to shoot him. He was cried in pain, rather comically. It hurt him, of course. Every bolt hitting him in the chassis, penetrating his…

"*laugh* Penetrating… *laugh* good one, author…"

*Ahem* As I was saying before Deadscore interrupted me… Every bolt was penetrating his plates, hitting his joints, frying his circuits. Parts of his body were setting on fire or falling off. Not a pleasant thing.

"I miss the original Waspinator…" Deadscore commented with a distorted voice. His whole structure was deformed, making him look like a real piece of scrap. The red Autobot finally fired a final bolt to the Con's head, putting him out of his misery.

"He's down. Let's move." Cliff said. Arcee just nodded and the two moved it, transforming into their Cybertronian vehicle mode. What she didn't know was that Cliffjumper did not know at the time of Deadscore's horrible secret.

As the two Autobots left, Deadscore's parts started to be pulled to the Con himself. The Decepticon was slowly rebuilding itself. And in a manner of about a minute the Cybertronian was as good as new. Well, mostly. That could not be said about his mental condition…

"Hey! Get out of my head, douchebag!"

Deadscore finally pulled himself back together. Just did a few stretches- for whatever reason an alien robot would- and looked at his rifle.

His BROKEN rifle.

"Really? Guest I should've listened when Grandma Deadscore said…" he quickly pictured the figure- which was basically Deadscore with a wig and a dress- "'Listen carefully, sonny and listen well, you stupid wee rust. Always pull the trigger once you point the gun at someone, you worthless scrappy boi.' Now the old Megs' gonna make me into a running gag 'til the end of this war. Which is gonna drive me even more mad than I already am. Should I maybe bring him doughnuts? Nah, bad idea. Megatron probably prefers chicken salads with a big dose of energon."

Finally, after that nonsense monologue, the assassin decided to get up. "Now how do I deal with the two Autobots…?" his train of thoughts stopped after he found something lying near him. It was a hidden Decepticon weapon stash. And in there he found what looked like an absurdly bulky gun. But Deadscore squealed like a little girl on Christmas. "A ChronoBuster D-4050 v. 3.882. I'll steal it! NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW!" he shouted out loud the last part through a megaphone.

He picked the weapon up. He inspected it, making sure it was in good condition. Satisfied, he looked into the distance, spotting his targets moving in the direction of the wall.

"Hey, Deadpool! Bet you never got to do this!" he shouted. He aimed the weapon, which begun to transform, first setting a tripod.

"KAME…!" the Decepticon started. And the buster shifted some more, as if changing into a much bigger weapon. Big rings formed, releasing electrical discharge.

"…HAME…!"

Another tripod formed as the 'barrel' extended. The 'Con hopped, his own frame transforming, combining with the weapon. It started to vibrate, letting Deadscore know it's best to take aim now. Finding the Autobots, the motor-mouthed assassin was being patient getting ready. He was awaiting the perfect moment. Just a little more. The sensation of the power build-up growing more and more as he was about to pull the trigger growing more and more exciting. He was saving this moment.

"…HAAA- AAARGH!" he fired. The weapon exploded, throwing the assassin into the sky, as the orange-and-purple glowing orb, that was releasing tons of electrical discharge was making its way towards its target. As it was making its way, everything around it was decaying to rust and then dust.

Three Cybertronians (A.N.: which were pretty much knock-offs of Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy) were caught in range of the projectile, disintegrating to rusty dust. Deadscore managed to pull himself together in time to observe the events. "This is gonna be fun, kiddies…" he giggled, clapping. He just couldn't wait to see the Autobots getting hit.

Speaking of the Autobots, the duo was closing in on their destination. They were racing towards a narrow bridge they were planning to cross the ravine with. They were unaware of the incoming projectile. And it looked like they were gonna get hit. Unless they were to notice.

Which they didn't.

Never had to.

The two just made a sharp turn to their right, blissfully ignorant of the shot Deadscore has taken. The same could not, however, be said for the poor Vehicon patrol that entered the bridge.

No. this was no patrol. They were a convoy transporting some new type of weapon to the front line. Little to say, the 'Con in charge seemed in a very good mood.

"I cannot wait to test this little piggy out. Oh, the destruction it will unleash upon the Autobots will be EPIC!" the commanding Cybertronian said enthusiastically.

Though the Vehicons were not so confident about the route. "Pardon, Sergeant Snowcat. Are you sure this is a good idea to take this bridge?"

"Heeeeeeyyyyy, relax guy! No need to worry. I mean, nothing bad can happen when I'm around…"

And Snowcat finished just as the big ball of energy hit him, his team and the bridge, turning it all to dust. Well most of it. The weapon somehow survived, firing. And all of the missiles going into the distance.

Deadscore could only watch with the WTF-face at what transpired. "I knew I should've checked if I'm not Michael Bay's defect. These better not hit anything too important."

Arcee and Cliffjumper on the other hand managed to find what could work as an improvised ramp. They managed to cross to the other side, unaware of Deadscore attempt to destroy them. That is until they saw the poor Decepticon convoy getting destroyed. And seeing the new weapon lunch a few projectiles over their heads and into the distance.

"Well, that was weird." Cliff stated, not really knowing what to think about this. "Think this'll hit something?"

"Probably nothing worth knowing." The femme commented, hoping she was right.

Somewhere else, a bunch of Insecticons were preparing for another attack. Amongst them a wasp-like individual was in particularly good mood. "Waspinator happy at last. Waspinator not getting blown to scrap all the time. Waspinator even having new strong body. Universe finally acknowledge Waspinator greatness."

His good mood vanished in the instance when he saw the projectiles coming his way. He tried to move to the side, but they seemed to be homed onto him. "Waspinator wants to go home universe now." He complained.

The Autobots that were stationed on Velocitron, within Fortress Maximus would soon see a large explosion taking place on their home planet's surface, not knowing it was the poor Insecticon who just got blown up.

But let's get serious.

Back with the Autobots, they didn't find too much trouble passing through the wall. In fact, much to their own surprise, the outpost was nearly abandoned. There was only a handful of Decepticons. Rather unusual. Was this outpost to be abandoned for a greater operation?

"This outpost is rather lax in security. You think Megs finally has issues with managing his resources?" Cliffjumper suggested… rather humorously.

But the femme did not appear in the mood for jokes. She just looked at the not-too-tall tower in the middle of the facility. "Let's get into the control room and see what's this all about." She just moved, without even hearing out Cliff's opinion. The red mech sighed deeply. Why was this female Autobot so serious? Why can't she just stop for a moment hear out what he thinks? Not wanting to be left behind he followed.

Since the security was so light, the two sneaked in with ease. Quickly Arcee began to look through the computer data, leaving her friend to stay watch in case any Decepticon was to come over in this direction. Even if the security was lax, no reason to drop your guard. It took a while for Arcee to look through the data. After all, there were tons of information on the computer. Plans, strategies, bios, weapon projects. So of course they were secure by a password.

But she managed. And one file got her attention. She opened it and read it. But as soon as she was about to tell Cliffjumper what she found, the whole computer turned black. It took her a moment to realize what happened. How could she be this foolish? Soundwave must've found out somebot was trying to hack into their computer.

A little while earlier… Deadscore took position under the catwalk, hanging upside down- for whatever reason- aiming through the sniper rifle. In his crosshair was none other than Arcee who was by the computer.

"Sorry, sweetheart. But Megs will be upset with everybot if someone checks his browser history. And we can't anybot know what kind of dirty sites he visited recently. Not to mention the illegal downloads, including that rumored pirate copy of 'Avengers Endgame' and his cheat codes for 'Overwatch'." The assassin talked, slowly pulling the trigger.

Cliffjumper turned to his comrade for a second, to ask her status. As he turned, however, he saw some strange red light dot on the glass screen. He was quick to identify what that was. Millenia of combat taught him that. A sniper targeting laser. Wasting no time, he charged the femme as she was punching the consol.

"DODGE!" he shouted, tackling her. The fired projectile scratched her helm and his shoulder. But that was nothing compared to the alternative.

"Really?" Deadscore asked loudly no-one in particular. "A 'Dodge Joke'? and you actually don't take the blow? I'm gonna report this to TeamFourStar, for abridged comedy's sake." He pulled out a phone- weird, right?- and was about to choose the number…

When he actually got shot in the head himself. As he was falling, one of the two Autobots who shot him looked at the catwalk the Decepticon was hanging onto just moments ago and smirked evilly. He had an idea. He put down his blasters and pulled out something with a bit more destructive power. He aimed and fired at the contraption.

"THAT'S! IT!" Deadscore stated after he finally pulled himself together. "I am DONE taking damage like some third rate 'Mortal Kombat' player! I am taking this… what's that sound?" he looked up, hearing some sound of metal hitting metal. Soon enough, the catwalk fell on top of him. "That's not fair… this is HIS occupation…"

In another universe…

"*buzz* Waspinator happy for whatever reason." A green-black-and-yellow robot with bug eyes stated, drawing the attention of other bug and reptilian themed robots, particularly the purple-and black one's. "Waspinator feels spared some pain. Somebody else elsewhere suffering in Waspinator's place."

As this Waspinator was celebrating, his leader was shaking his head in disbelieve and disappointment.

"It's so difficult being the only intellectual around here. Yeeeesss." He commented, for some reason in a flamboyant fashion.

Back in story's universe…

"Well, that's done." Cliffjumper commented.

"And things just got bad." Arcee commented. "I found a recording from about thirty minutes ago."

"And?" the red mech asked, ignorant of what she found.

"This is what I found." She answered, showing the recording…

30 minutes earlier…

A small convoy was traveling through the metallic wasteland. Most particular one looked like a truck modified into a tank. That was Sentinel Prime, the current leader of the Autobots. A brownish red-and-yellow bot with some blue stripes. He was being escorted towards the most forward outpost up north from Vos, Ky-Alexia. But his team needed to get through the Plutonium Canyon- a dangerous place that provided a perfect ambush spot for the Decepticons. Also, the spot, as the name suggests, was radioactive. So just passing through was threatening.

Sentinel had about a dozen Autobots with him. So he was confident in his own safety. They just had to be fast. Which was not easy as the pass through the canyon was narrow.

"Sentinel, Sir. We have a problem." One of his Bots spoke.

"What is it?" Sentinel spoke, arrogance clear in his voice. He hated being questioned.

The Autobot stopped, stopping the convoy, and transformed, pulling out a rifle and aiming forward. "You may wanna see it for yourself, Sir."

Sentinel finally transformed. He was really big. 50 foot tall with two massive blasters in his arms. His whole body was heavily armored (A.N.: fuse Gundam Wing Zero with his IDW G1 and TF Animated incarnations). As he walked forward, the ground shook. Even though he was their leader, the Autobots feared him. Sentinel just screamed power.

As the Prime finally got forward, he chuckled at what he saw. Or rather who. "It has been a while, Megatron."

"It has indeed, Sentinel. Or would you like me to address you Prime?" Megatron asked with a dose of mockery. "But let's be honest. You know you don't deserve the title of Prime."

"Jealous you didn't get to be one, aren't you?" Sentinel asked, aiming his blasters at the Decepticon Lord, with a smug smile on his face. "I cannot be blamed for your own short comings, my friend."

Now it was Megatron's turn to smile. "Oh really? Why don't we then ask your fellow underlings to hear what happened back on Char?" suddenly his face got all serious. "What really happened."

"You actually think they're going to buy what you say?" the Autobot leader asked, though he felt some irritation. What he failed to notice, however, was that suddenly majority of his soldiers suddenly had red optics.

"They no longer need to." Megatron said. And snapped his fingers.

All of the sudden, the Autobots with red optics started shooting. At their own comrades. Sentinel turned around to see what was happening and opened fire at his own mechs. His firearms were really powerful. And his armor tough. He easily took down the traitor with barely any damage.

What he did not account for was Megatron, using his thrusters, closing the distance and kicking the giant in the back, sending him some distance away. But Sentinel did not loose his balance. After he stopped, he turned around, ready to pull the trigger. But Megatron was not in sight. "Coward…" was all Sentinel managed to say, before he heard lots of beeps. Looking down, he found the traitors to be the source.

They all exploded. And it was a big one. After a while, Sentinel got out of the smoke, actually damaged. He lost his right arm. There were holes in his armor. Sparks flying from his legs and the right side of his head. As he was groaning in pain, a shot from above hit him in the chest, causing a small explosion. Sentinel fell, his arm twitching rather than reaching for the blaster.

Looking up, he saw Megatron landing on top of him. But that was not all. Next to him there were three identical flyers, different only in color theme. One was more blue. The second nearly black. The third, most colorful one, red and gray.

"You have just earned your place in my ranks, Starscream. With your Makeshift technology, you and the Seekers are welcomed with open arms." Megatron said. As the now identified Starscream bowed, and other Seekers, counted in the dozen, were making their appearance, Megatron turned to Sentinel. "Give me the Matrix, Sentinel." He demanded, charging his fusion cannon.

The Prime just chuckled, spilling energon from his mouth. "I left it back at Iacon. A little precaution whenever I leave the capital, loser." The Autobot mocked the Decepticon. Megatron did not lose his cool, however. He just reached out and began to rip open Sentinel's chest, causing him unimaginable pain. Finally, he found the Prime's spark chamber, but no Matrix.

"Very clever, Sentinel. You always were a shrapnel to my side. But it changes nothing." Megatron spoke, straightening up, which caused Sentinel to feel uneasy. "It merely delays the inevitable." He started to charge his primary weapon again. "And all will learn in time of your part in all this, Sentinel. Remember that as you join the Allspark."

And finally there was a shot.

Present…

The two Autobots were just standing there. Shocked. Arcee finally finished her mission only to learn it was a failure. This was all a set up to get Sentinel and they fell for it.

Cliffjumper could not believe it as well. Sentinel, a hero of the Vok War, the Successor to Zeta Prime, was no more. So shocked he was, they both were, they did not even see the Vehicon sneaking up from behind them. As the drone was about to open fire, a chainsaw-like sword suddenly cut through it, alerting the two Autobots of its presence.

As the drone fell, they saw a red mech with an Autobot insignia on his chest. He sheathed his sword and looked at the two. "Decepticon punks. They could easily eat you up with a lugnut."

Cliffjumper smiled. "I eat punks like that in a dozen. What about you?"

The mech smiled, recognizing the password. "You're lucky Megatron no longer considers this outpost worth occupying. You've made enough noise to wake the dead."

Cliffjumper look sheepishly, as Arcee glared at him. "You're our contact?"

"Yes. And I have some intel that could help the war effort."

"And we're the bot to get you out." Cliff spoke. "Though I fear Sentinel is no longer in charge. We just learned Megatron just assassinated him."

The mech had a look of surprise when he heard this. "This better not be a joke, soldier."

"It's not." Arcee said with her voice on edge. She seemed ready to attack. "We need to deliver this news but to Iacon. Alpha Trion will know what to do."

"The last of the Prime Council? He's still online?"

"Barely but yes. And you're coming to see him… um." Arcee stopped, clearly wanting to know the mech's name.

"Call me Hot Ride." He introduced himself with a proud look on his face. "And why are we still standing around? Waiting for Decepticons? Let's go?"

The three soon left the outpost and made their way towards Iacon. The duo that made their way here would not know until much, much later they just took a spy on that day.

Flashback end…

Arcee finally returned to reality. Her optics focused on the CR chamber, which finally opened. Her old partner finally emerged from it, albeit weakened. The way he had to support himself made it that clear.

"Cliffjumper. We are glad to see you are still online." Optimus said.

"Glad to be back, Prime." The red mech spoke. "Though I was hoping for some party, not such humble welcome back party."

"Don't sweat it, soldier." Ironhide said, placing his hand on the lost-and-found soldier. "In a few weeks you'll wish you weren't back when I'm back training you're sorry rusted backside."

"Um… looking forward to it, sir?" Cliff was already stressed. How could he not? Ironhide was after all cruel. Once he starts pulling him through drills… oh boy.

"And here I feared I'd never see you again, partner." Arcee said, walking over to her partner. Cliff smiled.

"Yeah well. Somebot needs to keep an optic on you, Arcee."

Arcee was glad to hear him. It was like a dream. The whole thought their comrade was offlined seven months ago. And now they learned all this time he was kept online. If this was a dream, then she did not want to wake up.

"So where are the kids?"

Suddenly there was silence. A dreadful silence. Everybot stared at Cliffjumper as if seeing a ghost.

It made Cliff feel a little uncomfortable. "What? Was it something I said?"

"Cliff?" Arcee feared to ask. But did it anyway. "You recall our mission when we became partners?"

"What about it?"

"You recall my objective was to confirm Megatron was in the convoy transporting a new super weapon. Only for us to learn it was a trap for Sentinel?"

"Of course I do. You told me that as soon as the two of us got back." The soldier said.

"Two?" Arcee narrowed her optics. "What about Hot Ride?"

"What about Hot Ride?"

That was it. "Arcee and the other Autobots pulled out their firearms and started shooting. Their target…?

Cliffjumper.

The lost Autobot fell to the ground, badly damaged. Smoke and spark coming out of his body along with leaking oil and energon. "W-w-w-what gave…. Me-me-me-me a-a-a-a-way-y-y-y-y…?"

"Cliffjumper never met the kids, fake." The femme said with tons of anger in her voice. She could not believe the Decepticons would actually do this.

Cliff's optics finally went dark, for the last time.

"Good thing you confirmed your suspicions, Arcee." Ratchet spoke, looking back at the consol. "I can't believe the Decepticons would actually reuse Cliffjumper as a Makeshift. How could I not notice sooner."

"Makeshift?" Jetfire asked, scratching his head.

"Many of our comrades, who have been captured by the Decepticons, have been turned into drones with fake sparks as spies and even walking bombs." Optimus explained. "Apparently however, Cliffjumper's memory core was damaged and Decepticons needed to fill the holes with their own findings."

Arcee did not, however listen. She did not care. All she cared about was that her partner, even after death, was used by the 'Cons. She has long since learned of who made them. And she would see them pay for this.

Decepticon Island

Starscream punched the console in his private lab. He was furious. Everything was going according to plan until this one slipup. Oh, how mad he was.

"I don't believe it." He growled. "All because of HUMANS!" he kept at it for a while longer, until he finally calmed down.

"Well… seems I have to resort to a different way of playing this. And I just got the key components for my little science project. All thanks to lord Megatron." He mumbled under his breath, pulling out a small red shard. A piece of armor. Then he placed it by an orb like device. A relic Megatron brought back from Char long ago just before he started the Great War. An alien device of the Vok. Starscream's been secretly studying it for centuries. And now he was going to use it.

Soon, both Autobots and Megatron would fall before him.

A.N. I'm finally back. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I cannot tell when exactly will I update again, but hopefully I am back in the mood not to keep you waiting too long. Anyway, 'til next time.

Voice cast:

Deadscore- Nolan North (yes, the guy who voices Deadpool, bro)

Sentinel Prime- Jeremy Irons

Hot Ride- Tony Oliver

Cliffjumper- Tony Oliver

Snowcat- Don Brown (check 'Transformers Armada' Cyclonus)