This story has a series of short stories and one-shots in it. I figured that since a majority of the stories on this fandom are based on Earth, I want to base mine on Cybertron.

Cybertron's twin moons glittered over the landscape. The moons projected light toward the darkened Cybertronian city of Tyger Pax. Without the moons, Tyger Pax would appear to be a darkened and barren wasteland. The atmosphere was quite different tonight for some reason. Normally, firefights and skirmishes between the Autobots and Decepticons would be quite common, especially at night. However, tonight was different as there was almost no sound of blastershots anywhere. There was total silence. The city was still inhabited by both Autobots and Decepticons, however. A single hostile move by any trooper from any of the belligerents could reignite the conflict in the city. This time of peace could be the break everyone needed.

Bumblebee, an Autobot scout, lay motionless on a stretcher. The poor mech seemed to be damaged, possibly beyond all repair. He was captured, interrogated, brutally wounded, and left for scrap by Megatron. The poor mech's voice box was removed by the Decepticon leader himself for refusing to give him information. Just hours after Megatron and his Vehicons fled the scene, Autobot troops found the scout and immediately evacuated him. Bumblebee wasn't asked to fight in this war, but he did. But now, he has just paid the price for his courage.

"Hang in there, soldier! We're gonna get you out of here!" One of the bots holding the stretcher said, the voice echoing through the scout's processors. It felt like everything was going in slow motion for Bumblebee. This feeling was unbearable and it caused the already wounded mech to pass out, the eyelids closing ever so slowly. Both bots carrying the stretcher noticed Bumblebee going unconscious and immediately tried to wake him up.

"Autobot, stay with us. Come on, respond! The war isn't over yet!" The other bot holding the stretcher instructed. He hoped that he would at least give the scout a reason to stay awake. This however failed and the two bots began to lose hope.

Bumblebee did not respond and just layed motionless. Thinking he was offline, the two bots set the stretcher down to examine him, taking advantage of the silence in the city. One bot had a scanner in hand and tried to find an energon pulse. The scanner turned blue, meaning there was an energon pulse. He's still alive. But for how long?

"Jazz, he's still alive." The bot using the scanner stated. Of course, the two bots were relieved. Now all they had to do was get Bumblebee to a field hospital in order to assess the damage and his overall condition. The bot known as Jazz had an injector in hand. He knelt down and injected some energon into Bumblebee with the hopes of temporarily stabilizing his condition. As the energon slowly made it's way into Bumblebee's system, he began to shiver, which is a side effect of getting injected.

"This should help out a bit. Cliffjumper, get ready to lift up the stretcher." Jazz ordered while dislodging the injector from the wounded bot. He then got on his end of the stretcher and prepared to lift it up, the bot known as Cliffjumper doing the same. "On the count of three. One, two, three." In saying this, the two safely and carefully lifted up the stretcher and proceeded to the field hospital.

As the bots got closer to the field hospital, their processors began to take in the utter silence in the city. What could've caused all this? Hours before, missiles flew overhead, blasters were being fired, and there were explosions almost everywhere. Now, it seemed as if Primus himself ordered the ceasefire. It almost seemed like there was no battle taking place within the city. Perhaps this is a sign that something big is about to happen and maybe the Decepticons were the one's that would make the first move.

The bots finally reached the field hospital which was about ten clicks from where they found Bumblebee. The hospital itself was inside the lobby of a communications center. It was quite busy as there were wounded bots all over the premises. Upon entering the building, the two bots stepped on some energon that was littering the floor. The energon obviously came from the wounded bots and the medics were too busy to clean up the floor. There were so many wounded soldiers that the medics viewed a clean floor as the least of their problems.

Jazz, being the one holding the stretcher from the front, looked for a spot to set down Bumblebee. He looked to his right and saw an empty space. "Cliffjumper, follow me. We'll set him down right over there." Jazz instructed, using a head gesture to point out where to lay the stretcher.

"Got it." Cliffjumper responded while following Jazz to the empty space. Setting the stretcher down, Jazz went to fetch a medic. Meanwhile, Cliffjumper watched the scout, feeling bad about his experience. Bumblebee was just a young mech and to receive trauma like this wound affect him possibly for the rest of his life. He was like a brother to Cliffjumper. The two have been friends even before the war began and for some reason, Cliff felt guilty. He felt as if it should've been him who was captured and not Bumblebee. While frowning, he sat down beside the stretcher, not giving a care about the energon on the floor. He looked at his damaged friend and only sighed. Soon, a medic approached the two and Cliffjumper immediately recognized the bot. "Ratchet, we found him under some rubble. He's hurt bad." He gave the medic some room while he did his work. Not wanting to see the examination, Cliffjumper walked off, probably looking for Jazz.

The medic, known as Ratchet, knew how close Cliffjumper and Bumblebee were and only felt symptomatic for the two. One was severely injured while the other was unscathed. He immediately examined Bumblebee, knowing that every second he wastes is a second Bumblebee is closer to going offline. He had a built-in scanner in his left arm and activated it. He scanned the scout and his scanner turned red meaning the scout's condition was critical.

"Busted legs, dents everywhere, open wounds, possibly lacking energon. Hard to believe this kid is still functioning." exclaimed the medic while reading off of his scanner. He scanned the scout again and noticed something odd. As if there was something missing in the scout. "Oh great Primus."

Meanwhile

Outside of the field hospital, Jazz was walking around. It was a little noisy inside and the mech wanted to savor every minute of the silence outside. He grew suspicious of the utter silence from time to time, but thought of it as a gift from Primus. Perhaps this was the break everyone needed. He strolled through the ruins of Tyger Pax, glancing at the bullet holes and war torn buildings. Despair and anger began to course through his wires. In a fit of rage, he snapped and converted his right arm into a blaster and began shooting at the sky. He had no specific target in mind. He just wanted to let out some steam.

"MEGATRON! YOU SON OF A GLITCH! I HOPE STARSCREAM AND SOUNDWAVE ARE FRAGGING YOU TO DEATH!" howled Jazz while continuously firing his blaster at nothing but the open sky. He didn't care if the Decepticons could hear. He wanted them to hear every single word that came out of his mouth. However, this outburst might've just ruined the peace and quiet that was only recently bestowed upon the city.

Cliffjumper walked out of the hospital to investigate who or what was making all the commotion. His audio receptors picked up a violent disturbance that sounded like blaster fire. He quietly made his way to where the noise originated from, knowing that it could potentially be a Decepticon trap. The mech made his way to an opening and was very surprised to see the bot responsible for the disturbance. He immediately ran to the bot and attempted to make contact.

"Jazz, stop! Hold your fire! Hold your fraggin' fire!" exclaimed Cliffjumper. Jazz didn't listen and continued to fire his weapon relentlessly. Cliffjumper was about to tackle his friend to the ground with the hopes of calming his nerves a bit. However, it was too late. Before Cliffjumper could do anything, blaster shots could be heard. On a balcony overlooking the field hospital, two Decepticon troopers suddenly emerged from their hiding spots and began shooting at the two Autobots. Jazz and Cliffjumper took cover behind a corner and began shooting back. Angry that Jazz ruined the silence and reignited the fighting, Cliffjumper punched him in the face. "You see what you started, bud?!"

"So what? I want these creeps to know I hate them!" Jazz replied, not feeling guilty one bit. He rubbed his face before popping his head out. He saw two Vehicons shooting at him from the balcony. Making short work of the them, he fired his blaster twice, each blaster bolt hitting it's supposed target. The Vehicons, not expecting the Autobots to be excellent shots, were hit by Jazz's blaster bolts. One Vehicon was shot in the leg. It lost balance and fell off the balcony, the fall killing it. The other Vehicon was hit in the head and the blaster bolt went right through the head gasket. "You see, Cliff? I can afford to run my mouth." Cliffjumper only rolled his optics in response, not caring what Jazz had to say.

More blaster shots can be heard from a distance. Following the blaster shots, aerial dogfights in the sky resumed. It was like a chain reaction. When one gun fires, another one follows, and another one, and so on. The peace and quiet was now over and the fighting in the city resumed. Explosions can be heard as well, possibly from Decepticon missiles and artillery strikes.

"You're a piece of scrap, Jazz! You realize what you've done?!" Cliffjumper sneered, converting his arms into blasters.

Suddenly, three Decepticon seekers appeared overhead and prepared to strafe the two Autobots. The seekers' purple markings made them stand out almost immediately. They began to fly at a fast pace and opened fire on the two Autobots.

Noticing the seekers, the two Autobots took cover under a nearby canopy. Cliffjumper began to shoot at the Decepticon seekers in response to their hostility, Jazz doing the same. The seekers suddenly halted their blaster fire and hovered over the two. Instead of using their blasters, they fired missiles at the canopy. The missiles impacted the canopy and it began to collapse.

"We need to get out of here before this falls on us!" Jazz ordered while running off to find some other cover that was adaquet. He looked around and noticed another canopy, but it was far more sturdy than the previous one. Jazz ran towards it and gestured for his friend to follow.

"Hey wait up!" replied Cliffjumper, who followed his friend. He managed to reach the second canopy and prepared to attack the seekers. He began to fire his blaster at the sky with the hopes of scaring off the seekers. He landed one successful shot and the seeker he hit began to fly away, possibly wounded from the hit it sustained. The other two followed suit, knowing that they could be next.

"We have got to move before those fighters come back!" ordered Jazz as he loaded a fresh energon cartridge into his blaster.

"Let's head back to the hospital! We gotta defend it!"

"Roger that!"

The two bots were only a few meters away from the hospital and they ran as fast as their legs could carry them. They knew that there was more coming and that the Decepticons would attack the hospital. The seekers were probably just scouts. If the Decepticons attack the hospital, it would be a massacre. Cliffjumper and Jazz could see the building the hospital was housed in and ran towards it.

"There it is! Let's set up shop!" Cliffjumper instructed while stopping in front of the main entrance. He took a few minutes to take in his environment. The sound surrounding him was unmistakable. The sound was war. His audio receptors were all to familiar with the sound. He looked up and saw the sky filling up with smoke. He only sighed and shook his head in sadness.