Official stuff: I don't own Transformers, that right belongs to Hasbro (lucky bastards)

I do own my characters. The theft of them will result in the form of a small hacker, who will remain unnamed at this point, to reveal ALL of your 'secret' documents to your parents!

Without further boring you, here we go!

Flying. That was all he had known for some time. Flying, running, hiding. He hated it. Constantly dodging an assortment of weaponry, from missiles to lazer blasts, unable to fight back with any chance of survival. His name was Supernova.

"This SUCKS!" Supernova screamed to no-bot in particular. Not that the scream could be heard above the small army behind him. Since he resigned from the Decepticons, Supernova assumed his life would be easier. Slag was he wrong!

"Aargh!' Supernova grunted after being hit by a small missile. "Sure am glad I picked the heavily armored Apache, rather than the scout version!" Looking ahead, he could see it; Autobot territory. If he could get across that line, then he might actually survive a little longer. Turning his scanners back to the twenty Decepticlones behind him, he realized something truly terrifying; they had almost caught up with him!

"Frag those Decepticlones to the Pit!" Knowing the Decepticons would catch him before he could cross into the safe-zone, Supernova did something that surprised both the Autobot sentries AND Decepticlone adversaries; he spun around in mid-air, targeted the

D-cons, and opened fire. Now, there are the smaller bots, the Autobots, who are good at scouting, and the hit-and-run tactics. There are the Decepticons, like Supernova used to be, who were more suited for war; bigger guns, more armor, etc. Then there was Supernova. A mutant Spark caused Supernova to grow twice the size of a regular Decepticon, with three times the weaponry and armor. But he was by no means indestructible. Which is why all bots, regardless of faction, found it surprising that Supernova spun to face certain death. And that was when all bots in the immediate vicinity learned why his name was Supernova. Opening fire with all of his impressive weaponry, he unleashed more firepower in thirty short Nano-kliks than the Decepticlones did in the three orbital cycles of hunting him down. Most Decepticlones turned tail and ran, those who didn't were completely obliterated by the onslaught of duel

Mega-mini-guns, a pair of rapid-fire cluster missile launchers, and two lazer turrets on the bottom of Supernova's cockpit. After the dust settled, revealing a crater with an assortment of Decepticlone parts resting at the bottom, Supernova turned to the sentries and asked; "Can I come in?" Before blacking out and crashing onto the ground.

Whew! Glad I cranked that out! Please remember that this is my first story, so please hold back on the pitchforks and torches! Please review, and if you must, please give me CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Negative comments will be ignored. I'll try to get at least one chapter a week, but no promises.