Again, I would like to thank you all for reading my previous chapter! Without further delay, I present to you, chapter four! Also, when I say troopers, I mean generic drones, like Vehicons. But for the Autobots.

The twin moons slowly began to subside as the sun slowly began to creep onto the horizon. The sun's rays began to light up most of the city. Even in times of war, the sun is the one thing that is always doing it's job. And that is to provide light. Light that would in this case, light up the Autobots' darkest hour. Or one of their darkest hours anyway. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. Even most of the ash and smoke began to clear up. But that didn't indicate the battle was over. Not by a long shot. But the sunlight brought hope.

"Autobot fighter squadron, this is Air Raid. You're all cleared to break holding pattern and engage the Decepticons!" exclaimed Air Raid, via his radio communication system. In saying this, he immediately decreased his altitude, flying down slightly. He began to scan for any targets. He and his aerialbots began to fly over the city, peeking at the surface. Their job was simple. Destroy the Decepticons. Pretty self-explanatory right? It wouldn't be long before Air Raid picked up something on his scanners. A sudden grunt could be heard over the radio.

"What's wrong, Air Raid?" asked one of the aerialbots, who flew next to Air Raid.

"Decepticon targets directly below us. Engage!" The target Air Raid picked up on his scanners was a Vehicon convoy. Air Raid wasted no time and prepared to strafe the convoy. He quickly began to dive toward the convoy. He readied his vehicle-mode ion cannons and then, opened fire. As if it were a domino effect, the rest of the aerialbots followed, also strafing the convoy. On the ground, chaos began to emerge among the Decepticon ranks.

"What the scrap was..." A Vehicon trooper was cut off as hundreds of blaster bolts began pouring onto him and his comrades. He was hit almost everywhere on his body and immediately went offline. All around him, his comrades were being cut to pieces. One Vehicon attempted to run away, but his retreat was cut off by a few blaster bolts cutting his leg off, before more began raining over him. The convoy had approximately three trucks full of weapons, one truck full of hot oil, and twenty Vehicon troopers serving as guards. In less than a minute, half of the convoy was already destroyed or damaged.

Before the aerialbots could ram onto the ground, they quickly diverted from diving and quickly flew upward. Their speed was one that couldn't be matched. Just as Air Raid and his bots flew away into the distance, they came back just seconds later, unleashing even more blaster bolts onto the Decepticon convoy. This time, they dealt massive damage.

"Eat this, uglies!" yelled Air Raid. As he said this, one of his vehicle-mode launchers ejected a missile. The missile itself, flew straight toward the convoy. As it impacted the ground, it exploded. The missile exploded right next to the truck that carried the hot oil, and the collision between the two caused an even larger explosion. Air Raid immediately diverted his course after seeing the large explosion. "Too hot for ya, cons!" The Decepticon convoy was reduced to a burning waste.

The rest of the aerialbots followed Air Raid, halting from another strafing run and diverting their course. "That was fun," "Eat that you piece of frag scraps," "Tell Starscream we said frag off!" Many aerialbots exclaimed. They all flew back into an aerial holding pattern and awaited further orders from Air Raid.

Air Raid noticed this, but quickly dismissed any happy emotions that the group just recently began to feel. "What are you bots still doing?! Get to strafing more Decepticreeps!" ordered Air Raid, who sped off, wanting for his fellow aerialbots to follow his initiative.

Meanwhile

Jazz remained motionless on the Cybertronian pavement. The damage he took from the Decepticon grenade appeared more severe than any of the bots surrounding him could realize. Jazz had a busted face, with his head gasket almost completely destroyed, his right arm was almost completely blown off, his right chest armor was severely dented, and his neck was still badly damaged by getting hit by a Vehicon blaster bolt.

"Get him outta here. Now." ordered First Aid. He gestured for his two Autobot troopers to carry Jazz's corps away. If they were gonna save him, or at least try to, they would need to give him medical treatment immediately.

Cliffjumper could only look down at his comrade in complete sadness. He already saw one of his friends in a critical state. Now this? Even though he suffered so many losses, he never broke. Not once.

"I'm surprised you aren't wanting to bust up some fenders, Cliff." commented First Aid, who looked over at the red mech, before helping his two troopers carry the seemingly lifeless Jazz into the medical hospital.

"Pushing yourself off from feeling won't help anyone." replied Cliffjumper, although in a calm tone.

"Good to know..." With that, the two troopers picked up Jazz and some of his remains and carried him into the medical hospital.

As the two troopers entered the hospital, all they saw was pain, agony, and fear. Wounded Autobots were groaning in pain, some wishing for the sweet mercy of death to relieve them of their agony. However, this didn't stop the two troopers from carrying Jazz toward an empty medical bed. First Aid and Cliffjumper, who were walking right behind the two, quickly aided in helping the troopers. The troopers set Jazz down on an empty medical bed, however there was energon already staining the metal. The previous occupant was moved to another facility most likely.

First Aid wiped his faceplates before he examined Jazz. He instinctively took out his medical scanner and began to scan the bot. A red wave began to exit the scanner as First Aid waved it around Jazz's body. It made a slight beeping noise, which indicated that the bot wasn't dead. Yet anyway. "Someone get me Ratchet!" As he said this however, an explosion could be heard from outside. Shortly after, there was a lot of screaming and movement all throughout the hospital. "Everyone okay?!"

"We're good," replied a trooper, who was applying pressure on another trooper's wound. "Ratchet is helping Bumblebee right now! As far as we can tell, Bumblebee is the only priority in this hospital!"

"Well we got another priority! Jazz is fragged up!"

"Well what the scrap do you want us to do?! It's not like we can evacuate our critically wounded out of the city! Our air cover can't blast cons for scrap!"

First Aid deactivated his medical scanner and instinctively grabbed an energon injection machine. He grabbed the hose that injects the energon and hooked it up to Jazz's chest, or what's left of it. The mech then began to patch up all of Jazz's wounds that would otherwise leak out energon, including the wound in the neck.

Cliffjumper could see the frustration in First Aid's optics. He was one of three experienced medics in the field hospital. The rest were rookies. Cliff was worried about First Aid. The stress of war can do a lot to an Autobot. "Need a hand?" asked the red mech.

"Send Optimus Prime a message saying we're in need of reinforcements!" ordered the mech, who was busy patching up Jazz.

"First Aid, you and I both know that reinforcements can't make it here. They're busy fighting elsewhere or defending our outposts outside of Iacon."

"Just go! For Jazz and Bumblebee's sake..."

Cliffjumper nodded. He began to walk away from First Aid and Jazz. He converted his right arm into a blaster, before looking back at his wounded comrade. His blue optics looked at Jazz and all of his wounds. He was all too familiar with the sight of war. Cliffjumper turned away and ran outside. "Let's hope this thing can still transmit." He tuned into the Autobot's main communication channel and spoke into his comm link. "Optimus Prime! Do you read me! This is Cliffjumper! We need immediate support at the main field hospital!"

No response.

"Can anyone read me?" Cliffjumper spoke into his comm link again. Since he spoke into the main communication channel, anyone who was tapped into it most likely received the message.

Elsewhere

Hound fired four more shots downrange, killing off a Vehicon who recklessly charged him and Trailbreaker. "You Decepticon punks are pathetic!"

"That'll show'em!" commented Trailbreaker. A Vehicon trooper, who was already wounded, attempted to crawl away. However, Trailbreaker aimed his shotgun at the unsuspecting Decepticon and opened fire. The blaster bolts exited the muzzle of his blaster and made their way to the Decepticon. The bolts impacted the Vehicon's back, causing it to jolt up, slightly shocked. But then the Decepticon finally gave up and went offline.

Ultra Magnus and Warpath were guarding their end of the defensive position. Warpath was crouching down, aiming his blaster rifle downrange. Then suddenly, Ultra Magnus heard something go through his comm link. A distress call. "Ah scrap..."

"What's wrong sir?" asked Warpath, who heard Magnus, but didn't look at him as he was looking through his blaster's iron sights.

"Distress call. Someone's asking for support from the main medical hospital." replied the blue mech.

"Should we go over there?"

"Don't be a fool, Warpath. That's what the Decepticons want. They want to draw more attention to the field hospital so they can easily take small targets like this one."

"Sir, with all due respect. But what if that field hospital gets overrun by the fraggin savages? And we were the only ones that could've prevented it?"

"All right. Uh." Magnus looked around. Prowl, who was within Magnus' line of sight, was looking at Magnus. He immediately motioned for Prowl to walk over to him. "Take Prowl."

"Who's gonna guard the right flank then?"

"That flank has no strategic importance to the Decepticons. It leads to an energon cafe. That's why I had Prowl guard it."

"Hey!" exclaimed Prowl, who heard the little joke Ultra Magnus just made up. "Just because I'm a rookie doesn't mean I can't bust Decepticon punks! Why do you need me, anyway?"

"I want you and Warpath to make your way to the main field hospital." ordered Ultra Magnus, who took a slight peek toward the left flank before turning back to Prowl. Prowl looked at him, cluelessly. "What the frag are you waiting for?! Go! Go! Go! Both of you!"

"Aye, sir" Both mechs replied before getting up and walking off.

Warpath and Prowl ran down the left flank, while Ultra Magnus covered them. Warpath walked down the street, pointing his blaster rifle forward, occasionally aiming upward at any windows he would come across. Prowl was right behind him, aiming his blaster rifle to his nine o'clock. He remained vigilant, wanting to make sure that he and his partner won't get ambushed by anything. Soon, they reached an intersection and turned right, out of Magnus' line of sight.

The intersection they turned to was the same intersection Warpath was walking through before he met up with Ultra Magnus. Warpath walked forward, his green optics peering over his horizon. "Here I am again." He commented as he carefully made his way forward.

"That field hospital should be half a click forward." said Prowl, who followed Warpath, while walking backwards, aiming his blaster rifle up at any windows. He wanted to make sure that as he and Warpath moved forward, nothing strange would be happening behind them.

"Why the frag did Magnus ask you to guard an energon cafe?"

"He thinks that I can't handle guarding my own flank. I mean, I just graduated from the Autobot Academy."

"Ah, rookie..."

"Hey, I can handle myself just fine."

"We'll see. And oh frag."

"What's wrong?" Prowl went on high alert, readying his blaster

"When I met up with Magnus, I told him I was separated from my squad."

"So? I'll help you find your squad when we're done."

"Ironhide's gonna kill me for this..."

The two bots continued to walk down the city road that would ultimately lead them to the main field hospital. As they walked forward, the sun's rays finally made it through the ash and smoke, lighting up the road. Following shortly after, loud engines could be heard from the skies. Warpath and Prowl both glanced up and noticed what was making the noise. Autobot air support.