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His bondmate’s still frame did not move and a sudden yearning for contact suddenly caught Silverwing’s entire frame.

He had to get to her. He had to make sure she was alright. It was his responsibility to be there for her.

The thought brought a sense of strength into his frame and he managed to turn himself onto his side, ignoring the intense pain that shot up through his injured wings. He began to breathe heavily, the effort putting an intense strain upon his damaged systems.

“Climaxx…” He turned himself facedown and a small gasp of pain escaped him as he felt the wound on his abdomen increase tenfold. For a moment, the pain seemed to seep every ounce of strength from his frame and he felt his arms shake as he tried to lift himself onto his elbows. Silverwing was about to give into the pain but the broken frame of his bondmate flashed through his processor and he willed himself to keep going and ignore the pain of his own frame and instead focus on getting to Maxxie.

Come on, Silverwing, he scolded himself, You can’t give up that easily.

He stretched out his arm and his digits grazed Climaxx’s arm, causing his Spark to fall into a flutter. With one final effort, he scooted a few inches closer and his digits met hers and he wrapped his around hers tightly.

They were cold in his grasp and he massaged them gently, attempting to warm them up but to no avail. Silverwing stopped and let himself be satisfied with simply being able to be beside her. Grunting, he managed to turn himself onto his backside and gaze up at the darkening sky, his digits tightly curled around Climaxx’s.

A smile played upon his lips; it wasn’t one full of joy or congeniality but rather one full of sorrow.

“I never noticed that the sky was so beautiful at night,” he said softly, his voice full of static. “Even though I spent years staring up at it when I lived in Vos…”

He sighed, “I guess it’s because I never paid attention to all the tiny details. The tiny stars that seem to be nothing more than little wisps of former stars that went supernova. It’s funny how much you notice when your times come. Everything seems to be important all of a sudden. The stack of datapads I keep neglecting to send to Prowl, the mess of Energon cubes I left behind in the rec room after I went drinking with Jumpdrive, slag, even the wrench I borrowed from Euroscope last solar cycle bothers me.” Silverwing smiled, “But the thing that bothers me the most is this.

“I’ll never know why it had to be us that went through all of this. Why we were the ones chosen to suffer so slaggin’ much.” Silverwing’s voice cracked, “You’d think that after seeing our creators die in front of us, after seeing our closest friends and comrades disappear, we’d be able to find a little semblance of peace after meeting one another.”

A single tear escaped the corner of the mech’s optic and it fell over his dented cheekplate, never to be seen again.

“We should’ve left this place after the conflict in Iacon began. Andestine told me the same thing before she died and I didn’t listen and look what happened to her.” He paused, “I kept thinking that I was strong enough to protect the ones I loved, that I could hold my own long enough to give you guys time to make it. But it turns out I was wrong and the ones I care about most…end up taking the blow for me.” Silverwing chuckled, “I was such a fool. I was always a fool. Euroscope was right from the start. I never watched where I was going and now that I tripped into a hole of dissention, I pulled you down with me…Because you stubbornly refused to let go of my servo.”

Digits bloody and caked with dust reached up to caress Climaxx’s frame and Silverwing could feel his vitals clench with pain upon realizing that it had grown even colder beneath his touch.

Climaxx was fading away.

Silverwing furrowed his brows. “Oh Maxxie. You’re probably not even listening to me, are you?”

The Seeker knew his words were true. Despite the fact that Climaxx was laying right beside him, she was further away than the stars hovering in the night sky above him.

Slag. Slaggin’ Primus.

It looks like he had failed.

All the promises he had made to his mother, to Andestine, to Euroscope…to Climaxx. He had broken them all.

Silverwing knew somewhere above him, his mech creator was laughing at him, demeaning his futile attempts to keep his loved ones close to him.

You slaggin’ idiot. You think you can change the fate of this family? We were destined to always be alone. Death hovers over us like a cloud, always looming and threatening…taking away everyone we hold dear. Why do you think your mother died in such a manner? Because Primus willed it so. We’re cursed, Silverwing. And we always will be. No matter how much we wish….no matter how much we love….

The Seeker smiled. Looks like his mech creator was right. The old rustbucket had a habit of proving his creation right, even after his death.

Silverwing closed his optics. He could feel his own Spark begin to race, the sparkbeat accelerating as his auto-repair systems began to falter, unable to keep up with the decay his injuries were inflicting upon his tired body.

Memories began to flood through his processor, most of them faint and others a bit fuzzy around the edges, but visible nonetheless. He didn’t know why some of them came up but he didn’t try to reproach none of them.

Silverwing saw himself as a Sparkling again, being held by his femme creator with his mech creator staring at him over her shoulder, an excited glimmer in his golden optics.

He found himself back at the Cybertronian Air Academy again, standing in the courtyard, surrounded by all of his cheering classmates. Andestine, small and petite, had one digit pointed at him, her blue optics shining with surprising determination. “You think I’m a cloud-brained idiot, too, Silverwing? Then I challenge you to a duel! Five times around the courtyard and ending here. We’ll see who the idiot is then.”

‘Wing was back in Vos again, waiting in line for the preliminary exams for the spot of instructor in the Academy a few vorns later. He remembered the gentle tap on his shoulder and then the sight of a grown Andestine staring at him, tentative and petite as always but yet so mature after so much time. The flutter of his Spark and the feeling of warmth that blossomed in his Spark was vivid in his memory once more.

Vorns passed. There was the death of his femme creator, his mech creator’s suicide; Ande’s death after she had stormed out of their compartment after their stupid little dispute….then came the war.

There were Jetfire’s grueling training sessions…the long solar cycles spent locked up in the brig after putting smoke grenades in Air Raid’s compartment…Ratchet’s furious outbursts when Silverwing came into the Med Bay after every mission with either a twisted wing or a broken appendage.

Then came the most recent and easily the most cherished.

He could remember the first time he met Jumpdrive; the young speed devil had been beating everyone at that stupid racing game they kept in the Autobot rec room and Silverwing stepped in and beat him on the first try. ‘Wing could remember Jumpdrive’s temper tantrum followed by a sleepless night of useless rematches…

Then came the day he met Climaxx; she had been beating the scrap out of Nueron and Silverwing had asked her out for a drink…only to be steadily refused without a liable excuse nor an apology.

‘Wing could remember that cycle when they had been ordered to go into Kaon to infiltrate their ranks with Counterpunch and Silverwing had been gravely injured when their cover had been blown…he could remember everything that happened…Climaxx’s look of desperation as she patched him up…the sudden kiss she lay on his lips when he came to….and the darkness that followed after he fainted.

Silverwing smiled and closed his optics. Maybe his father had not been entirely correct when referring to the aspect of their familial curse. Maybe Aura and Andestine weren’t here with him anymore, but he still had another family that had managed to fill the void.

Jetfire, Euroscope, slag, even the aft Jumpdrive managed to fall into that category.


The Seeker cursed silently. Thinking so much about Euroscope and Jumpdrive had him imagining their voices now.

“…Silverwing. Overhaul, check on Climaxx. I’ve got Silverwing….” A pair of hands suddenly began to touch his frame and Silverwing could hear activity surround him, followed by distant voices that were unfamiliar to him.

This was no illusion. It was real.

Euroscope’s voice never left and it began to become more annoying as Silverwing felt stasis loom over him.

“Silverwing. Stay with me. You’re going to be fine, just open your optics and look at me. Open them, slag it.” Euroscope’s calloused servo began to slap against his cheekplate slightly and Silverwing had no choice but to will his optics to open. Euroscope’s frantic faceplates met his gaze and Silverwing grimaced.

Euroscope narrowed his optics, “What’s wrong, Silverwing?”

Silverwing shook his helm slightly, “It’s just that…if these injuries don’t kill me first….I’m sure your breath will. What in Primus’ name have you been drinking?”

Euroscope’s relief seemed to overpower his anger and he smiled at the mech’s jester. “It’s Enex, Silverwing. Sorry about that.”

Silverwing smiled painfully and breathed, “Idiot. You know you're not supposed to be drinking that stuff.”

Euroscope took a step back as a pair of mechs came up to Silverwing and gently lifted him onto a transportable cot. Silverwing did not complain of his injuries nor did he wince or ask about his condition. All he did was grab Euroscope’s servo before the medics took him away and weakly ask, “What’ll…happen to Climaxx?”

The silver mech smiled faintly, “She’ll be fine. Primus knows how she made it but she’ll live. It may require a long time of recuperation but Overhaul told me that she’s gonna make it.” His gaze softened, “It’s all thanks to you, Silverwing. I don’t know what happened here, but you managed to save her. Thank you.”

Silverwing did not respond to Euroscope’s report and Euro took a step forth to make sure he was alright but the mechs pushed him away and shook their helms. He needed to be put into intensive care immediately, they said, there’s no time to lose.

Euroscope nodded and took a step back, his servos clenching as he let go of the Seeker’s servo.

The medic gave him apologetic nods and transported the injured Seeker to the medical transport, their gaits full of anxiousness.

Euroscope looked around him and made sure that no one was watching him. Once he felt safe, he looked down at his servo and gazed at the black object in his palm.

It was a memory stick.

A small ping sounded in Euro’s audioreceptor and the mech hastily opened up the incoming transmission, his digit pressing into the side of his cranial unit to amplify the signal.

It was from Silverwing.

Thank you for everything, Euro. Tell Jumpdrive I’m sorry about the whole rec incident. It was an accident and I should’ve taken the blame. The memory stick is for Climaxx. I know she’s not going to come around for a few solar cycles but when she does, tell her not to worry and make sure you tell her not to listen to the stick until she is ready. She’s going to need you and Jumpdrive after this, Euro. She may seem all that strong, but in reality, she’s still the sensitive femme cowering behind that façade of strength, suffering and unwilling to ask for help. I know you’re probably never going to forgive me for this but I need you to remember that this is war. Casualties are an inevitable part of it. Perhaps I could have done better and Primus knows that I could have but at least I was able to do something right for a change. I swore an oath to Climaxx that I would protect her for the rest of my life…I promised you that I would never let anyone rip your familial unit apart. I kept those promises, mech. Climaxx will live on; she’ll be able to have those Sparklings that she always wanted…she’ll be able to see Velocitron before it’s star explodes…explore the ancient ruins of Gigation…She’ll have a future. She’s full of hopes and dreams, Euro, so fraggin’ full of life. Primus knows that it kills me not to be able to be with her anymore, to be able to hold her servo, touch her faceplates, see the glimmer of determination in her optics…But Im passing her on to you mech. I failed in making her happy, and like the stupid fool I am, Im leaving that task up to you. It’s up to you now. We’ll see each other again someday…I know it. Hm. Guess this is it, then. Goodbye, Euro. Im depending on you…

“Overhaul! The patient-I cant-I cant get his Sparkbeat under control!” One of the assistant medics ran out of the transport, his helm looking over the field for the familiar green frame of the senior medical officer. His blue optics were wide with horror and his arms were waving wildly over his helm.

Euroscope nearly dropped the memory stick in his servos, which were shaking from the rising tide of emotions deep within his Spark. The screams of the mech seemed to echo in his audio receptors, growing fainter and weaker each passing nanoklik.

Overhaul, who had been bent over the body of a fallen soldier on the field, suddenly rose to his pedes, his optics obtaining their glimmer of intellectual professionalism once hearing the situation.  He cast a glance at Euroscope, half expecting the silver mech to run into action, like he always did. But Euro was stiff and still, his optics staring at the ground in shock, his digit frozen over his audioreceptor.

For a moment, Overhaul thought about going up to treat his comrade, but he pushed aside his feelings of camaraderie and ran after the mech who was calling for help, his body moving at speed that rivaled his large size.

“Begin transfer sequence seven-alpha-seven-one. I want all life support systems fired up and ready for any possible contingencies.” His heavy footsteps resonated throughout the field, clanking against the boarding platform of the cargo ship as he ran in after the patient in question.

The assistant ran in after him, the look of panic still fresh on his faceplates.

Euroscope stood alone now, everyone else already situated in the shuttle. His optics did not shutter and even though he tried to move his limbs, they remained frozen in place.

I guess this is it. Goodbye, Euro…

“That fraggin’ idiot.” The words escaped Euroscope’s mouth instinctively and they seemed to bring him out of his state of petrification.

“Damn it!” He glanced over at the cargo shuttle and sprinted over to it, moving faster than he had ever gone before. In less than a few nanokliks, he had arrived into the main conference section of the ship, where the medical assistants were working diligently on the patients.

Climaxx was lying motionless on a cot, a cascade of wires connected to her entire frame, some glowing blue with fresh Energon and other pumping with black liquid that made the weak of stomach gag in response. She had her optics closed and one of her arms was hanging over the edge of the cot haphazardly, twisted at an odd angle. Broken, no doubt.

Euroscope resisted the urge to retch upon seeing her injuries and he was more than willing to work on her instead. However, when his gaze followed her hanging appendage, he saw that her digits were tightly curled around something and when he peered around the bundle of working medical assistants, he saw that it was Silverwing’s digits that she was holding onto.


The mech turned to gaze at the Seeker and his optics widened upon seeing Overhaul, who was diligently working over the bloody chassis of the fallen aerial bot. The senior officer, who usually had a look of serenity and concentration while he worked, had one of complete and utter panic that mirrored that of his subordinates. His servos were bloody as he frantically connected ruptured wires and sealed broken tubes and even though they weren’t shaking, they were moving rapidly and with a frantic edge to them.

Euroscope immediately came to rest beside his companion, pushing aside an assistant that had been busy soldering the apertures on the Seeker’s outer frame closed. Taking up the soldering iron, Euroscope took over his job and he used his amplification scanner situated on his right optic to give the Seeker’s body a thorough scan. 

Euroscope clenched his dental plates.

The damage was massive.

The main Energon lines that connected to Silverwing’s Spark had been totally shredded; all of the Seeker’s vital organs were filling up rapidly with liquid and the flooding was visible in the way that the precious blue fluid was beginning to steadily trickle out of Silverwing’s mouth and noseplate, which were parted in a grotesque format. Euroscope’s optic ridges furrowed.

“How are you doing sealing those Energon lines, Overhaul?”

The senior medic responded without glancing over at Euroscope, “Not good. They’re all over the place. It’s a pain in the aft to seal them closed as it is but having to locate the right ones to seal together is even more difficult. The Energon keeps spilling faster than I can stop it.”

“Have you tried plugging in any IV’s to replenish the Energon, sir?” An assistant peered past Euroscope’s elbow. “It could keep his vital fluids replenished so he doesn’t offline because of internal bleeding.”

Euroscope grimaced. “IV’s would only add to the problem. Pumping more Energon into the ruptured lines would be useless. They’d have nowhere vital to pump it to.”

“Sir!” Another assistant who was busy working on Climaxx suddenly glanced over at the senior medical officers. “The femme’s going into Spark arrest! We’re losing her.”

Euroscope cursed out loud. “Fragging Primus!”

Overhaul pursed his lips, “Take over, Euro. I’m going to help Climaxx.” The medic let go off his tools and handed them over to Euroscope, who quickly took over and let Overhaul squeeze past him towards his sister. Euro wanted nothing more than to glance over at his silbling to make sure she was alright but he willed himself to focus on his own patient; the soldering iron was inches away from Silverwing’s Spark chamber. Any miscalculation would be deadly.

Euroscope glanced at the Seeker’s still faceplates and he resisted the urge to curse at them, opting instead to whisper words of encouragement.

“Come on, Silverwing. Help me out here. Keep your Spark beating…”

There was a faint twitch of the Seeker’s optics and Euroscope managed a slight smile. “I know you can hear me, you fragger. Come on, fight. I’m not gonna let you die here. I need you to help me out here. Fight, slag it, fight!”

The monitor suddenly began to beep erratically and Euroscope nearly dropped his utensils when he glanced up to read Silverwing’s vital signs. His optics widened and one of the assistants helping him let out an audible gasp.

“Sir! His Spark beat is accelerating!”

Euroscope growled, “I know that, you fragger! Get me life support! I need more time!”

The assistant cried, “It’s no use, sir! We’re losing him.”

Euroscope shook his helm, “No, we haven’t! Get me-“ There was a klik of erratic beeping from the monitor screen and Euroscope furrowed his optic ridges; his servo reached out to grab an incision blade from the small tray on the table beside him but a bloody servo caught his and the soldering iron fell from his shocked digits.

Euroscope glanced over at Silverwing and his optics widened upon seeing the familiar blue optics peeking up at him from drooping optic-lids. There were traces of a faint smile on his lip-plates and his cracked dental plates were visible past his parted lips.


The Seeker blinked once and shook his helm, his lip plates trying to form something coherent that was inaudible to Euroscope. Euroscope was about to ask him what he wanted to say but the sound of the revolutionary monotonous beep interrupted him and Silverwing’s optics closed in response, his bloody servo falling from Euroscope’s and coming to hang over the operating table. Energon dripped from his digits, dripping into a small puddle on the floor beneath Euroscope’s pedes.

The assistants bowed their heads in silence, their servos no longer working over the still frame of the Seeker.

One of them glanced over at Euroscope and a look of disappointment was hidden in the depths of his optics.

“He’s gone, sir. The patient has flatlined.”

Euroscope’s steady breathing began to become irregular and his optics widened in shock. “No…” He shook his helm, “No, that can’t be…”

He lifted his bloody servos to gaze at them and the glistening blue of the vital fluid in his palms made his insides churn with disgust. Slowly, his servos clenched into fists and he closed his optics, dental plates grinding as a lump began to form in his throat.

His frame began to shake. Slowly at first but growing more erratic as time went by until Euroscope had to lean against the operating table to steady himself. His helm shook lightly from side to side and Euroscope could feel the stinging sensation in his optics, burning with the promise of tears.

Euroscope tried to swallow the lump in his throat but he was unable to. A familiar wetness cascaded down his cheek and Euroscope wiped it away with the back of his bloody servo. However, the tears, having found an opening in the emotional barriers of Euroscope, began to overflow uncontrollably and they spilled over like a deluge, dripping onto the still bloody corpse of the Seeker who had once been his friend.

Euroscope sobbed silently, “I’m sorry…” He breathed softly, “Im so sorry, Silverwing.” The faceplates of a femme came into his mind and Euroscope let out a small sob of anguish in response. 

“I’m sorry, Climaxx. It’s all my fault.” Euroscope fell to his knees, his forehead pressing against the bloody edge of the operating table. "I'm so sorry..."

The medical assistants gazed at each other in apprehension, unsure of how to react. However, once their optics met the still working Overhaul, they pushed their feelings aside and went to help the senior medical officer. Overhaul was well aware of the incident that had occurred but he did not deter from his task.

Climaxx was still critical, but she had sustained less damage than her comrade. It wasn't an easy task but Overhaul managed to halt the flow of Energon from her wounds and seal up the apertures. 

Once her Sparkbeat was stabilized, Overhaul placed her into stasis, making sure to connect her to life support to sustain her fragile frame and give her internal repair systems time to recuperate. She had suffered much trauma on her broken limbs and the bottom half of her spinal strut was completely crushed but her Spark was stabablized. Despite her injuries, she would survive. Everyone gave a sigh of relief, everyone that is, except everyone who wasn't collected around Euroscope.

Overhaul felt his Spark twist in pain upon seeing Euroscope and he glanced over at one of his assistants, a mech with a light blue color scheme. 

"Is there nothing that can be done for him?" He was referring to Silverwing.

The mech shook his helm, "He was a lost cause, sir. Every fuel line ruptured. Respectfully, if we had done anything else to him, he would have suffered more than what he already had. his case, was mercy."

Overhaul nodded, accepting of the fact but equally distraught over it. He glanced over at Euroscope and his servos clenched into fists.

Hopefully the mechas responsible for all of this were dead. Overhaul, in all his years, had never seen anything more atrocious. The extent of both Autobot's was clear that whoever had attacked Climaxx and Silverwing was no ordinary Decepticon.

A Decepticon would just take pleasure in killing the two. However, the individual who had killed Silvewing and injured Climaxx obviously took more pleasure in inflicting pain upon them than anything else.

He was more than just a Decepticon. He was a monster.


The senior medic blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. He returned his gaze to the blue mech, "Yes? What is it?"

"Should we depart, sir? Climaxx is in dire need of surgery. If we don't get her back to Iacon fast, I'm afraid things could take a turn for the worse."

Overhaul nodded, "Yes. Yes, sorry about that." He took a step back from Climaxx, allowing the junior medics to roll the cot away into one of the stasis chambers situated in the back of the ship. His gaze followed the freshly welded body of the femme and his faceplates bore a pained look.

She was so slaggin' young. They both were. Silverwing couldn't have been less than twenty four vorns and Climaxx, to his knowledge was even younger. They had so much life left in them, so much to give, so much to learn. If only this slaggin' war hadn't happened, then maybe the innocent younglings of this planet wouldn't have to pay for all the wrongs done by the elders of the race. 

Overhaul glanced over at Euroscope and his optics widened upon seeing a couple juniors surrounding the mech, unsure of how to proceed. The green mech raised a servo and shook his helm, "Leave him be," He commanded, "All of you, meet me in the bridge. We have a lot of things to discuss."

One of the mechs raised an optic ridge, "What about Euroscope, sir?"

The senior medic raised an optic ridge, "What about him?"

"Uh, what do with him? He's not responding to any of us..."

Overhaul's brows furrowed, "Let him be. He's gone through a lot. I'm sure he'll do what must be done after he grieves. Come now, to the bridge."
Spoils of War (Part Two)
Yeah, he's the second part. Damn stash writer for never letting me save a longer file. 
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   "Only the dead have seen the end of war." - Plato

 "It's not that much of a view, is it?" 
Climaxx rose and took a step back as she heard the voice of her companion, the broken armament slipping through her fingers and clattering to the floor silently. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the Seeker trudge through the debris towards her until he came to stand beside her, observing what was left of the base of what had been Hecron Outpost III.
The femme shrugged, "Depends on your perspective," She replied. "Somewhere out there, someone is probably relinquishing in the ashes of the destruction. Void of all feeling but satsifaction for all of this macabre." Her servo clenched at her side and with one final glance at the crumbled ruins of the base, she turned her back and made her way back to the small carrier shuttle that lay readily waiting a few kliks away. 
A servo grabbed a hold of her shoulder, stopping her mid-step. Optics narrowing, she glanced at her companion, ready to retort but there was a look in his optics that forced her to quell her impertinence. 
"What is it, Silverwing?" She asked, her words laced with detectable hardness.
The mech blinked, "I know this is hard, Climaxx. Believe me...I'm the last bot on Cybertron who wishes to scourge through the debris for small trinkets, but Revo told us that the compact disk's retrieval was of the utmost importance. It contains the outlines of the Hall of Records and most of the Autobot's military tactics....we can't simply leave it here to fall in the wrong servos." He let go of the femme, his servo falling to his side, and took a step back. "We have to do this, whether we like it or not."
A small moment of silence passed between them, but it was broken by the femme's audible sigh of defeat. "Fine," Shaking her head, she swung around on her heelpedes and made her way towards the broken pillars that used to be the entrance to the outpost, disappearing inside the shadowed depths of the falling structure. 
Silverwing hesitated but a small resonance in his Spark brought him out of his thoughts. 
Well? You coming or not?
A small smile played upon his lips and wasting no time, he ran after his bondmate, sending out a small ping of approval through their bond.


Silverwing held up the small disk between his thumb and forefinger, venting audiably after his run from the collapsing building.
"I got the slaggin' thing." His voice was full of triumph and he grinned like an idiot, obviously very proud of his accomplishment.

Climaxx smiled, "Good. Now we can-" Before she could finish her sentence, a sharp crack resonated through the air and her optics widened in fear. Something warm and liquid splashed upon Silverwing and before he could respond, Climaxx fell faceward on the floor, a large smoking aperture visible in the nape of her shoulder. 
Silverwing immediately sprouted his armaments, his battle computer jump-starting to life. He stood over his fallen bondmate, all senses alert as he glanced over towards the direction from whence the shot came. 
His breath caught in his throat as the attacker's green alloy glinted in the light of the setting planet star and a cold wave of dread washed over him.
The mech smiled at his reaction and jumped down from his standpoint, sauntering towards the duo with an air of nonchalant confidence.
Silverwing felt his wings lift up in anticipation and he did his best to lower them, attempting to appear unfazed in the wake of the attack. He jabbed his blaster in the attacker's direction, "Who are you? Answer me!" 
The other mech appeared to be unaffected by his demanding tone and Silverwing felt a surge of dislike rise within him; this mech was an arrogant son of a glitch, that's for sure.
Climaxx groaned and Silverwing cast a quick glance at his bondmate, keeping one optic on the unfamiliar green mech. 
"Maxxie? You okay?"
The femme rose shakily to her pedes, her injured arm hanging limply at her side and a servo securely placed over the aperture in her shoulder, attempting to stifle the small trickle of Energon that was steadily trickling through her digits. Climaxx's lips were pursed in pain but she managed to give her bondmate a firm nod to reassure him that she was fine. 
However, she cast a dark menacing glare at the one responsible for her condition and Silverwing could feel intense waves of hatred surge through their bond; Silverwing stepped in front of her, putting himself between her and the mystery mech.
It was a precaution.
But more for the safety of the mech than for Climaxx's; 'Wing knew from experience that anyone foolish enough to mess with Climaxx was more than probable to never see the light of day again. 
The mech smiled at Climaxx and he peered over Silverwing to offer her a single wave. "Forgive the injury, my friend. I wasn't aiming for you. It appears my aim has come far from what it used to be." He patted the rifle resting on his back, "Such a shame, really."
Climaxx spat, "I don't give a slag about who you were aiming for. Regardless of who your target was, I'm about to make you wish your creator had never taught you how to lift a rifle."
A smile of amusement befell the mech's lips and he shook his head lightly, "My, my. That fiery demeanor hasn't left you, has it, Climaxx?"
Climaxx froze upon hearing her name as did Silverwing. Their optics widened simultaneously and Climaxx suddenly took a step forward, optics narrowing. 
"How do you know my designation?" Her voice was harsh, demanding.
Silverwing released the lock from his blasters, the action acknowledging his bondmate's question.
The green mech closed his optics, lowered his helm and pinched the bridge of his noseplate between his thumb and forefinger, "Slag. I seem to have forgotten my manners." He opened his optics slowly and raised his gaze up to the two Autobots, the depths of his optics filled with genuine apology.
"The name's Argyrus. But you may know me better as the Long Range Warrior." Argy's lips twitched into a smile when he saw the two bots react to the name and he dipped his helm in greeting. "And to answer your question, well...let's just say you two have been on my scope for a very long while now."
Two large shadows suddenly appeared from their peripheral vision and Climaxx glanced around the terrain wildly, her gaze hardening upon seeing the number of warriors that had suddenly shown up to join the confrontation. They were all similar in size and they bore similar tattoos over their frames, of a black spiral that was jagged on every edge and seemed to turn continuously into itself. There were Decepticon badges on their forearms but they were trivial compared to their other symbols of allegiance and Climaxx had a feeling that these mechs were anything but Decepticons fighting for the cause. The looks in their optics made Climaxx uneasy most of all because instead of shining with hatred or ire, they shone with something even menacing...something Climaxx never thought she'd see on anyone other than Megatron.
She tensed, making sure to pivot her torso so she was facing at least a couple of the new arrivals, who were forming a very provocative circle around the trio centered on the field. Argyrus saw Climaxx's gaze faltering from him and the green mech smiled, placing one servo on his hipbolt. "Don't worry, Climaxx. They're with me. As long as you cooperate, they won't lay a digit on you." He grinned, "Of course, it's been a while since they've ever gotten a taste of fresh I'm afraid my word won't be enough to hold them back long enough."
Silverwing felt Climaxx place a servo on his back and he narrowed his optics. So she had heard the threat in his statement as well. That was good. At least they were on the same page. They weren't getting out of this alive. He glanced at Climaxx from the corner of his optic, How many do you see?
Climaxx replied swiftly,
 Seven surrounding us now. I can see a couple holding back, maintaining a wider perimeter around the area. Five or six, maybe a couple more. I can't tell for sure.
His digits curling around his blasters' handle.
An ambush. 
The Seeker riveted his gaze back towards Argyrus and he sneered upon seeing the confident smirk on his faceplates; the slagger was so confident in his abilities, he didn't even have to launch a surprise ambush on them. He knew what the outcome of this was going to be, right from moment he pulled the trigger and wounded Climaxx. 
It was no coincidence he had injured her right arm; Climaxx was a potentially skilled bot when it came to handling her vibroblades but she bore the greatest amount of strength and coordination in her right limb. Even when it came to firing a simple blaster, her left arm was basically useless in a sense.
Silverwing narrowed his optics. Argyrus had planned everything out, no doubt, right to the last detail. 
"...Let's just say you two have been on my scope for a very long while now."
Of course. Silverwing saw the surrounding mechs let out growls of anticipation, their digits curling into claws as they begun to grow impatient from waiting. A few took out heavy-looking weapons, which glowed with a strange blue aura that lit their scowling faces eerily, giving them an almost demonic appearance.
Silverwing could feel the air prickle with tension and he turned to Argyrus, attempting to buy himself and Climaxx time to plan a strategy to get themselves out of this mess.
"Argyrus." The green mech titled his helm slightly in his direction, his optics lighting with faint interest. Silverwing asked, "Tell said we've been on your scope for a while now. Care to tell me why?"
Argyrus' amused demeanor disappeared and was then replaced with a scowl, which seemed to deepen the longer the two of them held eye contact. Silverwing stopped himself from raising an optic ridge in confusion but he didn't allow his gaze to falter; what had he done to this mech anyway? Sure, the Long Range Warrior was known throughout the ranks for being one of the most formidable snipers in the Decepticon army; he had a habit of popping up into battles and killing everyone on the field mercilessly. Whole platoons had been wiped out by him and many more had never even been found after his daring raids. Basically every Autobot held a grudge against him, but Silverwing had never really had a personal encounter with Argy and the fact that he was so hellbent on intimidating him was a mystery all on it's own.
Argyrus stood like that for a few nanokliks but afterwards he managed to retain his calm demeanor once more and a smile found it's way back onto his face. "Don't worry, Silverwing." He replied, taking a step back. "You'll find out soon enough." His servo rose slowly into the air and then it into a fist and Argyrus pointed it at the two Autobots.
"Kill them."
Shouts of joy rose through the gathered crowd and ungodly howls tore through the throats of the Decepticons; without any more persuasion, they charged, weapons at the ready and optics hungering for macabre. Silverwing subspaced his blasters, grabbed Climaxx by the waist and activated his thrusters situated on the bottom of his pedes, managing to barely evade the psycopaths that clumsily piled upon the place the two of them had been in earlier and land a safe distance away.
Argyrus followed their movements precisely but he did not intervene, all he did was point his digit in their direction and yell at his pawns to resume their attack. Several Decepticons stopped their fruitless attack and glanced over at Climaxx and Silverwing and their optics narrowed in fury. 
Silverwing turned to Climaxx, his breathing heavy after his recent exertion of energy that managed to buy them a few extra seconds of planning time. "Are you okay?" He asked, his gaze befalling on her shoulder wound. 
Climaxx nodded, "Yeah. It doesn't hurt as much." She lowered her servo from her injury and showed her palm to him; her servo was covered in Energon but the wound was freshly sealed. "I managed to patch it up while Argy gave us his little speech.” Climaxx explained, wiping her Energon off on the ground. “I've lowered my pain receptors in that area, so I should be able to move my arm." She reached behind her back and unhooked her two vibroblades, bringing them to bear with a determined smile on her face. "I may be a little shabby but I'm sure I can cut these mechas down to size."

Silverwing smiled upon seeing the look on his bondmate’s face and her surge of emotions, which were flowing through the bond, seemed to seep into his frame, transferring to his tired limbs the strength he needed.
With newfound strength, he rose to his feet and glanced with furrowed optic ridges at the incoming enemy, which was stampeding like a full raged pack of rabid retrohounds.
The mech leading the front put on an extra burst of speed and launched himself at the duo, a heavy looking hammer, pulsating with raw blue energy, poised to strike. Climaxx and Silverwing jumped out of the way, allowing the head of the lethal weapon to smash into the ground with a resonating thud that shook the ground to it’s core. The mech let out a howl of anger and the muscles on his arms protruded as he lifted the hammer from the ground and scanned around him feverently, looking for the absent Autobots.
He didn’t have to look very far. Once he glanced over to his right, he caught sight of Silverwing locked in battle with one of his comrades, completely oblivious of all other things except the mech he was fighting.
A smile of sheer wickedness crossed his faceplates and he turned towards the two battling mechs, poised to charge but a gentle tap on his shoulder brought his attention away from his target.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The Decepticon whirled around upon hearing the femme’s voice and he tried to pinpoint here location but before he could do so, a sheering pain exploded in the middle of his chassis, stopping him mid-step.
His arms appeared to have gone numb and when he tried to tighten his digits around his energy hammer, he realized that he couldn’t feel the weight of his weapon at all. He glanced down at his limbs and a gasp escaped him.
Where his arms had once been, there was nothing but rugged stumps, leaking Energon in thick steady trickles. His limbs were lying in a pool of his Energon beneath him, the lifeless digits still secured tightly around the handle of the hammer.
His dental plates clenched and he glared over his shoulder, meeting the triumphant blue optics of his attacker. Climaxx smiled, “Never lose sight of your opponents, big guy.” Her vibroblade dug a little deeper into his chassis and the mech could feel Energon rushing up his throat, invading his mouth with its sickly sweet taste.
This was it. Pitiful. And he had been so close to being the one to please Argyrus. So slaggin’ close…
Climaxx wasted no time. Mustering up her force, she brought the blade up, slicing through the mech’s chassis until she was able to make the glowing blade escape from the mech’s frame. Energon spluttered from the eviscerated frame and Climaxx jumped back in an attempt to avoid having her enemy’s vital fluids stain her frame. She could feel small droplets fall on her faceplates and she wiped them off halfheartedly.
“Climaxx!” The femme turned around quickly and raised her vibroblades, managing to barely withhold the incoming Decepticon’s Energon axe. She let out a grunt of effort and her knee joints shook beneath the strain. The Decepticon grinned at her, “You’re quick, femme. I’m surprised you were capable of stopping my attack, not many can do that.”
Climaxx grimaced, “I’m not like most other bots, mech. You’ll learn that soon enough.”
A chuckle was the other mech’s response, “It’s a pity I have to kill you. You seem like an interesting femme.”
“Get slagged.” Climaxx tightened her grip on her vibroblades, “I’m not the one who’s going to die today.” Using all her strength, Climaxx managed to push against the mech’s weapon and send him back a few steps, unbalancing him for a few nanokliks. Quick as a flash, she took a step to the side and launched one of her vibroblades at the mech’s midsection, aspiring to skewer him like the last mech she fought.
This mech was particularly skilled, however. Dodging the blade by stepping to one side, the mech managed to grab a hold of Climaxx’s outstretched arm and his digits secured a vice hold around her lithe limb. Climaxx clenched her dental plates as pain shot up the length of her arm and she did her best to keep her vibroblade in her grasp; however, the mech’s strength proved to be too great and when he twisted her appendage and pulled her towards him, her weapons fell out of her digits and she fell on her knees, blinded by the pain.
Her attacker smiled, “Not so tough now, are you Climaxx?” He sneered, “You Autobots are all the same. You feel like you’re so superior…like your better than everyone else. But in the end, you all end up in the same place. At the bottom of the scrapheap.” Upon saying the last word, the mech pulled back her arm and a loud resonating crack sounded throughout the field.
Climaxx bit her lip to hold back her scream of pain but a strangled cry managed to escape her lips. Tears stung her optics but she closed them in an effort to prevent them from spilling over. The mech smiled down at her, a look of glee lighting his optics.
“Does it hurt?” He crooned, leaning down towards her. The mech threw her down onto the floor and placed his pede on the back of her helm, pressing down roughly with no remorse whatsoever.
Climaxx breathing was strong and fast and she could feel her battle computer whirring rapidly, attempting to find a format to get out of the situation. Somewhere in the distance, Climaxx could hear Silverwing’s enraged cries of fury as he fought and the sickening sound of metal ripping apart accompanied each heartfelt outcry.
The femme clenched the digits on her good arm. Silverwing was fighting the battle all by himself, just like he always did. Everytime he and Climaxx went on a mission together, it always ended up with Silverwing putting his life on the line for her sake. He was always fighting the most dangerous fights, fighting not only for himself but also for Climaxx.
The pede on the back of her helm began to grind itself into the back of her cranial unit, pressing her faceplates deeper into the Energon soaked ground. As the pain flooded through her frame, a small prodding sensation could be felt in the depths of her Spark. The bond connecting her to Silverwing had been closed off once the battle had begun and now her bondmate was asking to be let in.

Climaxx resisted the request. She wouldn’t let Silverwing in. She couldn’t let him feel how weak she was.


She froze.


His voice flooded her processor, beckoning to her. Climaxx would have furrowed her brows if she could. It was impossible. Unless she had slipped up, Silverwing couldn’t invade her thoughts without her consent. Unless...

Climaxx could feel the prospect unleash an unprecedented fury in her Spark and she dug her fingers into the sodden ground, her digits curling into fists, even the ones of her broken appendage.
The mech holding her down furrowed his brows once he saw the femme fidget under his hold and he removed his pede, “What’s wrong, femme? Haven’t had enough?”

Climaxx chuckled, “Slaggin fragger.”

“What did you say?”

Climaxx rose slowly to her knees, her frame shaking from both exhaustion and unprecedented fury. She glanced over her shoulder to stare at the mech and he choked on his breath upon seeing the newfound fury lingering in her optics. He stood frozen, gazing into the depths of her optcs but he managed to shake his helm and break off her hypnotic gaze.
“You’re more slaggin trouble than you’re worth.” The mech reached down to pick up one of her vibroblades and he crudely held it in his grasp, as if it were nothing more than an incising blade. “I really think it’s time I took you out.” His digits curled tightly around the handle and he brought it down upon her, the blade glinting with the promise of a painful demise.
It never made it to its destination.
The mech let out a gasp. Climaxx looked up at the mech with a smirk, all traces of helplessness and anger erased from her façade. Before the vibroblade had dug into her chassis, the femme had lifted her injured arm up to protect herself and the blade had dug through her servo’s palm, coming to a bloody halt mere inches away from her Spark.
Droplets of Energon cascaded down the length of her arm and the sickly sweet smell was burning up the mech’s nostrils, causing his noseplate to twitch. Climaxx seemed unfazed by the scent.
The mech let go of the blade, stepping back in surprise. “What in Primus’ name…?”
Climaxx rose to her pedes and grasped the handle of her vibroblade, tentatively taking the lethal weapon out of her servo. A smile played upon her lips and she crouched down into an offensive position, her bloody frame tensing in anticipation.
“I told you I’m not going to die here today, mech.” With that final statement, she launched herself towards him, vibroblade poised to kill. The Decepticon tensed waiting for the blade to skewer him like it did Grengor, but the sound of a firing weapon brought his attention away from Climaxx.
Trell knew that sound; it was the sound of Argyrus’ sniper rifle. The sniper was stationed a few feet away, his gun raised and smoking from a recently fired shot.
Climaxx let out a grunt of pain and Trell riveted his attention back to the femme. A smoking aperture was visible near her torso and it was steadily leaking Energon. The femme gazed at it with surprise and she swayed slightly to one side, barely managing to keep herself balanced. Her uninjured servo reached up to cup her overflowing wound but she didn't utter a sound.
Tell waited for her do something but she didn’t have a chance because another round caught her straight in the neck and she fell backwards from the momentum of the bullet. Energon splattered on the ground and onto Tell, adding to the smell that Tell loathed more than anything. 
Climaxx didn’t get back up.
Silverwing, who was fighting a few feet away, seemed to have grown aware that his companion had been defeated. The Seeker finished off the mech he was fighting and turned around to gaze around the field for the femme and when he saw her, bloody and motionless, on the ground he gasped and attempted to run towards her but Argyrus, having had enough of the prolonged battle, fired two shots into the seeker’s wings, causing him to trip and fall to the ground.
Immediately after, two Decepticons fell upon him and began to beat the scrap out of him but a warning shot from Argyrus caused them to halt their charade and rise to their pedes, the wounded Seeker strung between them like a rag doll.
The remaining Decepticons, the ones holding Silverwing and Tell, made their way towards Argyrus, who was staring at the Seeker with a strange look, one that Tell had only seen on him when he had killed his own mech creator in cold blood.
This Seeker, whoever he was, obviously meant a lot to Argyrus. Tell wished the boss had the trust to tell him his objectives though; it would have been nice to know why they were going out of their way to chase after a couple of Autobots that appeared to rank no higher than Optimus Prime’s common minions.
Argyrus smiled as he stood in front of the imprisoned Silverwing, his arms crossed nonchalantly over his chassis once more, his entire frame totally lax.

“Silverwing. Now that the fighting is over, I guess it’s time we began our little conversation, don’t you think?”
The damaged Seeker glanced up lazily at the mech, one optic slightly bruised and the rest of his frame dented from the pounding he received earlier.
"Outnumbering your opponent," Silverwing smiled, "Never thought of you as a coward, Argyrus."
The Decepticon snickered, "You mistake cowardice with shrewdness, old friend." Argyrus walked over towards the fallen form of Climaxx and a small smile played upon his lips. Bending down, he grabbed a hold of the femme's wrist and picked her off the floor, displaying her broken body as if she were nothing more than a piece of merchandise. Silverwing's optics widened in fear but he bit his glossa to keep himself from irking the Decepticon. 
Argyrus riveted his attention to Silverwing, "I hear you two are bondmates, Silverwing. I must admit, I am quite surprised that...of all femmes, you chose this particular one." 
Silvewing struggled against the hands of the Decepticons holding his down but his efforts proved futile and he stopped, though his body remained tense in anticipation. "What is it to you, Decepticon?"
A small peal of laughter escaped Argurys, "My, my. A touchy subject, isn't it?" He allowed his digits to briefly caress Climaxx's faceplates, "I had a sister that looked like this femme. Sturdy, beautiful....but ultimately, very very weak." The mech's scarlet optics flashed towards Silverwing, their depths swimming with a mixture of undefinable emotions. 
Silverwing, not wanting Climaxx to be the center of the psychopath's attention, replied. "What happened to her?"
Argyrus bared his dentas, "You should now, Silverwing. You killed her."
"Remember the battle of Praxus, mech? The one in which the Autobots successfully withdrew the Decepticon forces after mounting an aerial assault?"
Silverwing stuttered, "Yes. I...I lead the assault." His optics glanced down at the floor wildly as he recalled the events, "I bombed the Decepticon outposts."
Argyrus shook his head, "That's what your superiors had you think." He let Climaxx's wrist go and the sound of her body thudding on the floor made Silverwing cringe. "But those structures were not merely Decepticon outposts." He paused, "Starscream knew that the Autobots were more than willing to bombard the Decepticon outposts in order to secure the city, so he devised a way to secure our position." His optics narrowed, "Using living shields."
A look of realization came upon Silverwing's optics, "No." He shook his helm, "You're lying. You're lying...."
"Am I, Silverwing? Tell me, then, why was such an assault so simple then? Decepticon outposts are hardly ever defenseless." Argyrus grimaced and his digits reached out to grab the Seeker's helm and force his gold optics to look up at his scarlet ones. "Those were civilian refuge centers, Silverwing. Quite a few were Decepticon outposts, but the majority were Decepticon prison camps. Refuge centers, as you autonomous martyrs like to call them." He let go of the mech's helm, "You Autobots are no better than we Decepticons."
Silverwing shook his helm, "No! That's impossible. Revo told us those were outposts. He even said...." His voice trailed off and his voice began to crack as the truth began to sink in. "Primus....No...."
Argyrus smiled sarscastically, "The Prime isn't such a hero anymore, is he, mecha? Condemning hundreds of innocents to their deaths. It's ironic isn't it? The saviors, destroying those that need saving." He laughed, "It's pathetic." The Decepticon shook his head, "But you'll get no sympathy from me, Autobot. I watched my sister burn in front of me, unable to aid her...It's only fair that I return the favor." 
Silverwing gasped as the mech grabbed Climaxx by the throat and raised her to his optic level, a fire burning in their scarlet depths. "You told me that outnumbering you was an act of cowardice? It wasn't. Outnumbering you was the only way to make sure you'd feel the same pain I felt when I saw Nea die in that bombing. The same sense of desperation....of helplessness." His lips twitched into a grin, "Do you think it will hurt if I rip out her Spark?" His digits flashed and hovered menacingly over Climaxx's chassis, wiggling in anticipation.
"Don't do it," Silverwing pleaded. "Please....have mercy."
All humor left Argyrus' face upon hearing that word. 
"Mercy? You forget to whom you're speaking to."
His digits curled into claws and then they plunged into Climaxx's chassis, the sound of twisting metal and rupturing wires overpowering all other noises. Climaxx's optics widened suddenly, all systems onlining as the pain jolted her out of stassis and her helm swung backwards as she let out a bloodcurling scream that made even the Decepticons holding Silverwing down wince at it's high pitch.
Pain flooded through the bond connecting Silverwing with the femme and he let out a strangled cry as it tore at his midsection, burning like freshly smelted ore from a smelting pit; he began to writhe in the grasp of his captors and in their surprise, they let go of him, allowing him to curl his arms protectively over his midsection. 
Argyrus stopped his work to glance at the other two Decepticons, his faceplates set into a sneer. He pointed a bloody digit at the fallen Seeker.
"What are you doing?! Seize him!"
Both mechs nodded and reached down to grab a hold of the Seeker but before they could touch him, Silverwing let out a startling shriek that shocked everyone in the vicinity. Rising to his pedes with surprising speed, he threw himself upon the closest Decepticon and barreled him into the ground, vibroblades flashing and optics bright with unprecedented ire. The Seeker displayed no mercy as he made do with his former oppressor; using undisciplined incisions, he tore open the mech's frame apart until the only thing remaining unharmed was the mech's Spark, which was flickering to it's end in the depths of his dripping chassis. Silverwing took out his ion blaster and aimed it at the invaluable organ, then without any remorse pulled the trigger. 
Argyrus' optics widened and he turned his faceplate away as Cation's Energon splashed upon him, still warm and glowing it's usual blue hue. Some of it got into his mouth and he retched as it's sweet taste invaded his glossa; he spat it out and glanced rapidly back at the rabid Seeker but by then it was too late. 
Silverwing had launched himself at Argyrus and before the mech could react, he felt the Seeker's digits grab a hold of his neck and squeeze with unprecented might that caused him to release the femme in his grasp. A strangled cry escaped him as the two of them slammed into the ground with a sickening thud that nearly drew out all of Argyrus' breath from his frame. His battle computer whirred to life and he instinctively grabbed a hold of the Seeker's arm with both hands, attempting to pry his digits from his alloy. He glanced up rapidly to stare into Silverwing's optics and a cold wave of fear washed over him when he made contact with them. 
The golden depths of the usually congenial Seeker were brimming with an emotion much stronger than any ire Argyrus had ever seen; it was a look that he had seen on Megatron's face whenever he faced the Prime head on on the battlefield, one of distaste, of rage.... of unquenchable hatred
Silverwing's dentas were bared inches away from Argyrus faceplate, broken and stained with the dark blue color of Energon. "You sick fragger. You'll pay for what you've done."
Argyrus gasped, "For what I've done?!" He curled his legs towards his chest, his pede finding secure footing in the crevice of Silverwing's abdomen and kicked out with all his might. The act dislodged Silverwing from atop Argyrus and sent him crashing headfirst into a pile of broken rubble. 
Argyrus propped himself up with one elbow and despite the pulsating pain in his frame, pushed himself upright onto his pedes. His optical sensors blurred for a nanoklik and he shook his helm to clear his processor; a sharp pain went up the length of his left side and he glanced down to see a large aperture along his flank. Wires sparked and Energon was steadily trickling from it, running down his waist, along the length of his leg and forming a small pool around his pede. 
He smiled and glanced over at Silverwing, who was still lying on the ground, venting heavily as he tried to recollect himself after the resonating impact.  "So, you finally learned how to fight dirty, eh, Silverwing?" Lowering his pain receptors by activating his circuit dampeners, Argyrus rolled his neck and made his way towards the rising Seeker, his digits curled into claws at his side. 
Silverwing spat out a wad of Energon and wiped his mouth with the back of his servo, a sneer appearing on his faceplates. "I've learned from the best," he replied, glancing up at him. "Im surprised you're still standing."
Argyrus grinned, "What? You think this little cut is going to be enough to stop me?" He scoffed, "You should know better than that, Silverwing. After all, you've already lost."
Silverwing's breath caught in his throat and his optics widened.
Sensing an advantage, Argyrus continued. "From the moment you stepped foot out of the carrier shuttle, I had you and Climaxx right where I wanted you. I spent vorns studying your flight patterns, your fighting techniques, your armaments....Everything." A cheeky smirk spread across Argyrus' faceplates, "You might as well give up and let me end your miserable lifespan, Silverwing. I'm sure Aura would be more than happy to meet you in the Pit."
The name caused a small glint to appear in Silverwing's optics and he narrowed them in suspicion, "How do you know that designation?"
"There are many things I know about you Silverwing. Do you think I face my enemies without learning everything I can about them?" Argyrus laughed haughtily, "I know all there is to know. The accident with the Space-Bridge that resulted in your carrier's offlining, the suicide of your mech creator....and-"-a brief look of wonder crossed the mech's optics- "Andestine. Interesting." He glanced at Silverwing with a coy demeanor, "I'm surprised you were able to form a bond so soon after abandoning another, Silverwing. Tell me, if Climaxx were to die here and now....would you forget her as you forgot Andestine?"
"SHUT THE SLAG UP!" Silverwing launched himself once again upon Argyrus, this time with his servos clutching a pair of glowing vibroblades that screamed of deadly insicion. 
Argyrus was ready for him this time. 
Taking a small step to the right, Argyrus was able to avoid Silverwing's blind attack and find a new angle from whence to attack from. Raising his fists above his helm, he brought them down hard upon Silvewing's wings when the Seeker flashed by him and then soon after brought his knee to connect it with Silverwing's chassis, which sent the young Seeker flying through the air and crashing into the ground a few feet away. Wasting no time, Argyrus took out a crude blade from his subspace and ran towards the downed mech but Silverwing responded with much more speed than Argyrus anticipated. Swinging his blades out in roundhouse maneuvers, Silverwing was able to force Argyrus to divert his attack away from him, allowing him time to rise fully upright on his pedes and turn to face him head on.
Argyrus crouched down offensively a few feet in front of Silverwing, his optics narrowed in concentration. "Not bad, mech. For a moment, I thought killing you off would be much too easy." He grinned, revealing his sharp dental plates. "You're a much better challenge than your absent bondmate."
Silverwing's optic ridges furrowed but he said nothing in retaliation.
Argyrus raised an optic ridge, "What? No snappy comeback?" His grin widened, "That's how I know you're scared, mech."
"No." Silverwing adopted a pose similiar to Argyrus', his vibroblades dropping to the floor, "That's how you know I'm serious." Rearing up, Silverwing charged once more at Argyrus, only this time he took out his scatter rifle and began to rain ion bolts upon his psychopathic opponent. Argyrus dropped his own blade and took out his ion blaster, firing at Silverwing's projectiles in an attempt to avoid having them hit him; before he could begin firing however, Silverwing had activated his thrusters and launched himself at Argyrus with amazing speed, all armaments forgotten except for iron fists.
Silverwing landed a roundhouse punch that sent a dizzying tremor through Argyrus' processor but with his pain receptors at a minimum, he could not feel the pain. Such an advantage allowed him to recover his bearings that much quicker and before Silverwing could land another punt, he managed to land a few punches and kicks of his own. One of his pedes connected with Silvewing's chassis and sent him skidding a few feet backwards but the Seeker was able to skid to a stop and use the impulse of the momentum to push himself back towards Argyrus. 
Argyrus jumped into the air to avoid Silverwing's attack but Silverwing managed to grab a hold of his pede and he threw him back towards the ground, the impact causing the ground to shake violently beneath their pedes. Silverwing used his thrusters to screech to a halt and turned around, running back towards the fallen mech and launching himself violently upon him. Argyrus glanced around him wildly to look for a weapon and the familiar glint of his blade caught his optic from his peripheral vision. His frame creaked as he stretched out his servo towards it and his venting quickened when his digits grazed the handle but failed to secure it. He made one final desperate reach for it and brought it to bear, just seconds before Silverwing's vibroblades dug into his own armor. 
There was a small silence that followed, broken by the occasional whistle of a stray breeze that went through the broken rubble of the fallen base. Pain enveloped Argyrus' frame and he let out a strangled cough, Energon trickling out of the corner of his mouth.
Argyrus saw Silverwing's optics widen, not because of the sight but rather because of the exploding pain that was erupting through his own frame; the Seeker glanced down slowly at his abdomen and a startled grunt escaped his clenched dental plates.
Argyrus' blade was dug deep into his alloy, the only thing left protruding was the handle, which was held firmly in Argyrus' bloody servo. Silverwing opened his mouth to say something but the only thing that came out was a deluge of fresh vital Energon; it slipped through his dental plates and over his chin, dripping onto his chassis and down his torso in a steady drizzle. 
It's sickly sweet stench invaded Argyrus noseplate, a burning sensation. However, the mech inhaled it deeply, savoring the sweet smell of his victory. 
Argyrus grunted, "You took everything from me, Silverwing. Now, I return the favor." He dug the blade in deeper, using every ounce of his strength to twist through the plating of the Seeker's plating, vying for the vital organs located in that vicinity.
Silverwing doubled over, all strength leaving his body. His gold optics lost their fervor and they began to flicker slightly, drooping down as if in exhaustion. His optic ridges were furrowed, as if in pain, and he began to vent heavily, a small wheezing sound prominent in the back of his throat.
Argyrus narrowed his optics and he pulled the blade back out of the Seeker's body, using the last bit of strength in his frame to push his adversary off of him. Silverwing fell backwards with a loud thud, the sound of crushing metal and creaking joints accompanying him. The Decepticon let out a sigh as the weight was released from his shoulders, his arms falling to his sides.
He closed his optics, his heavy venting similar to the wheezing of a dying retrohound. Footsteps could be heard and Argyrus looked up, expecting to see some Autobot rise up from rubble to finish him off.
It was Tell.
His subordinate gazed at Argyrus with a mixture of concern and confusion. “Argyrus?”
Argy rolled his optics, “The Autobots are dead, Tell. Our mission…is accomplished.”
Tell glanced at the fallen Seeker and his optics narrowed upon seeing the mech’s chassis rise up and down with faint breaths.
“He’s still breathing, boss.”
Argyrus smiled, “Let him. He’ll die sooner or later. Better it be slow and painful than…fast and the latter.”
Tell nodded once but he seemed a little unsure as he grabbed a hold of his commander’s good arm and swung it around his own shoulders, lifting Argyrus up and supporting him on his good side. Argyrus coughed a few times, droplets of Energon spraying from his damaged vocal cords. Tell grunted as Argy swayed and nearly stumbled over a broken appendage lying on the battlefield; the subordinate led his injured commander towards the Autobot’s cargo shuttle, which was safely stationed a few feet away.
Primus was watching over them, Tell knew. Why else would he have let it survive the battle?
It was a difficult task but after a few nanokliks, Tell managed to secure Argy on a cot located in the shuttle and he set a course for Kaon, radioing to the outposts along the way that a transfer of vehicles was required. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the cargo shuttle’s engines firing up and the resonating crack as it flew into the air, heading for the heartland of Decepticon territory.
A silence later befell the battlefield, the only sound being the occasional whistle of the wind that blew through it, scattering dust and debris across the Energon soaked ground. Bodies were littered everywhere, their spilled Energon already caking and beginning to decay.
Silverwing’s digits gave a faint twitch and the sound of his systems rebooting sounded softly through the empty field.
“Climaxx…” His bondmate’s name was like a wisp of wind on his lips and his digits twitched, scooting over the dusty ground lightly as he tried to locate her body. His optics glitched a few times as he opened them but he managed to make them work by blinking roughly a few times and transferring some of his power to his optical sensors. The dark grey sky of the night met his gaze when he managed to focus his optics and he turned his head to the side, searching for Climaxx.
He saw her lying face up a few feet away. Her faceplates were turned away from him and Silverwing could see a pool of Energon collected around her cranial unit. Her chassis was still and if Silverwing hadn’t forced his way through their bond to sense the faint flickering of her Spark, he would have thought she was dead.
Silverwing reached towards her, his digits pathetically outstretched in her direction.
Silverwing tried to move to her, he really did. But in all his effort, his frame was like a lead weight and his outstretched servos fell to the ground like a branded dead weight. His optics sluggishly shuttered and he lay his cheek against the ground, his optics focused on nothing but his bondmate who was lying a few feet away.
Still and immobile, a mirror image of every other corpse that lay scattered around them.

Spoils of War (Part One)
This is a very sporadic piece I decided to do for a few of my OC's, Climaxx and Silverwing. As you all may know, Maxxie and Wing didn't have a very happy departure as bondmates and they were never meant to have one, to say the least. 
I tried to keep this as clean as possible but hey, in a war zone, it's everything but that. 

Anyways, this is long overdue for :icontheawkwardfangirl: 

Do try to enjoy. I am well aware it seems a bit...rushed, but it's hard to do when your hands are passing all over the keyboard from all the emotion. ^^
"Instead of making excuses for being late all the should come here eariler." Climaxx knelt down to gaze at the small plaque, her optics narrowed as she studied the intricate calligraphy.
Jumpdrive clenched his fists, "I did. I've been here since dawn." His dental plates ground together as a lump formed in his throat and he could feel his optics stinging with tears.
His sister slowly turned her helm to glance up at him but Jumpdrive had already turned his back to her, his frame stiff with emotions. "Most of the time, I forget about what life was like before we came back here. It's a distant memory now, as if it were a bad dream that happened once and never came back again." He paused, "I come back here to remind myself of those times. This place...reminds me of all the things I've done. Good...and bad. I've committed so many mistakes and I can't let myself ever forget that. I'm a changed bot, Climaxx. But deep down, I'll always be the hyperactive knucklehead that refused to abide by the rules. The one who allowed himself to be manipulated...that allowed himself to be loved....and the one that allowed himself to fall in love." Jumpdrive smiled lightly, a small huff of amusement blowing out through his nose. He glanced over his shoulder, allowing Climaxx to see only a portion of his profile. "I know I should let it all go but a wise bot once said that letting go isn't the same as forgetting. I allow myself to remember because I want to. Because I need to." He turned his faceplates in the direction of the exit, "Anyways. I guess I better get going. My students don't like to be kept waiting, after all." He took a step forward to leave but paused and asked, "Hey, by the way. How's old Gramps doing? I heard he and Quartz got a couple kids to keep their hands full."
Climaxx smiled, "Yeah. A mech and a femme. Twins. Micha and Finder." She gazed up into the beyond, her thoughts drifting towards her older brother. 
Jumpdrive smiled upon seeing the look on his sister's face, "That's good." His gaze softened, "How about you, Maxxie? How are you and Aura holding up?"
"Good. Aura is thinking about joining the New Cybertronian Air Academy. She says she'd like to be an instructor there. Someday." Climaxx's gaze clouded and she lowered it habitually, the name of her creation and the institute bringing back old memories. Jumpdrive replied, "Guess it runs in the blood, then. Like father, like daughter. Kid's one helluva flyer, I'll give her that much." He placed a servo on her shoulder, "Silverwing would be proud of you both, Maxxie. Encourage her and I'm sure she'll make something out of herself in the future. Bet on it." With that last farewell, he took a step forth and exited.
Climaxx watched her brother go, a faint breeze blowing across her faceplates as he zoomed out of the shrine at top speed. A cloud of dust rose and fell slowly, settling back into it's normal position. The femme smiled and turned her gaze back towards the plaque.

She let her fingers trace over the names, appreciating the small bumps that were the only physical reminders of bots that had given their lives to protect the ones they loved. Bots whose Energon had been split on the very soil beneath her pedes. Climaxx could feel her Spark tear in two as she read the list of names, each one more foreign than the one before it but yet so strikingly familiar. 
Then came the more familiar ones, ones that Climaxx had made sure stayed together during the creation of the plaque.
Climaxx felt her insides churn with emotion upon reading the second name and she leaned her forehead against the plaque, closing her optics and trying to hold herself together as a wave of emotions suddenly crashed against the barriers she had formed within the depths of her being, causing them to tremble and crack at the base. Her servos clenched into fists and she ground her dental plates together, mimicking her brother's famous expression of emotional repression. 
It's been years since she stepped into this place but she always made it sound to others as if it were routine for her to come there, acting as if being there was a blessing rather than a burden. 
The truth was that she had never even gazed at the structure after it was constructed in the heart of the city of Kaon. She had made every single beam and brick that held it together but she had never taken a step back to admire the fruits of her labor. Instead, she had turned her back on it and wandered off away, hoping to leave it behind her like everything else she had made.
Euroscope and Jumpdrive rarely kept in touch anymore, too caught up in their own lives to worry about the course hers was taking. They did send a note through the DataNet every now and then, but it wasn't the same...reading their words instead of hearing their voices. Feeling the hard surface of a datapad rather than the soft touch of their servos on hers, massaging them until they relaxed from the tension of everyday life.
Climaxx felt no ire towards her brothers, mainly because of the fact that their happiness was all that she had ever wanted and seeing them obtain it was enough to give her the strength to stifle her own suffering and carry on with her life. It wasn't hard to smile at every passerby she met on the street or laugh at the stupid jokes the bartender at Maccadam's told on a regular basis. She had been an infiltration specialist once during the war, so putting on false facades wasn't a difficult task for her to accomplish.
The thing that was hard, however, was gazing into the blue optics of her creation and managing to hold the contact while she spoke with her. It was hard to see the reflection of the mech she loved in there, mirrored to perfection down to the small twinkle in their depths and the crinkling around the edges .
Seeing Aura was like seeing a mirror that showed her everything she had lost...and would never regain. She tried so hard to forget it all. Silverwing, his demise, their bond, her team mates, her comrades...even the fact that a war had taken place on their home planet of Cybertron. 
But everyday the struggle to forget grew even more futile. 
She thought she had made her peace with it all after she had confronted Argyrus but it turns out that she had been playing herself as much as she played those around her. 
It was easy to lie others, but it was impossible to lie to herself. She knew the truth but battled to deny it. But it was a battle that she had already lost and had yet to face the fact of the reality.
Unless she went out like Chromedome and performed some weird neurosurgery, the truth would never leave. It would continue to haunt her until she died...or until she learned to embrace it.
Her dental plates bit into her lower lip and she felt herself tremble upon tasting the sickly sweet taste of Energon. Her helm shook sligtly against the plaque and her noseplate scrunched up as a small burst of inner anger began to erupt within her.
Enough was enough.
She had grown tired of acting and she, just like Jumpdrive, found herself needing to be in the vicinity of the small shrine. She had pushed all the memories down her throat and just like a bad case of indigestion, they were forcing their way back up, scratching her throat and causing a sense of undying pain in the depths of her Spark.
She thought she would be willing to forget but she couldn't.
She wouldn't.
Not anymore.
Stepping back, she placed her two digits against her lips and kissed them lightly, then within the same breath placed her two digits against the second name, making sure to leave them there for a good long while. Her fingers trailed across them and she smiled upon feeling the imprint beneath her alloy. The cool metal seemed to warm up beneath her touch and Climaxx smiled lightly, the corners of her mouth twitching into the start of a smile.
"It's been a while...." She breathed, letting her hands fall into her lap. Slowly, she reached into her subspace and took out the small cylindrical object she had kept hidden since Primus knows when. Her digits lightly dusted it off and she gazed at it intently, a sigh escaping her. Her digits curled around it protectively and she held it against her chestplate, feeling the strong gentle and rhythmic thumping of her Spark. She closed her optics briefly, taking a deep breath and trying to ease her frayed nerves and uneasy breathing. Finally, she felt her frame relax visibly and she rose slowly to her pedes, the memory stick still held close and dearly to her Spark. Her optics narrowed affectionately.
"It's been too long," She repeated. "Hasn't it, Silverwing?"
Yeah, don't know why I had the gall to write this little thing. I guess the moment for Maxxie just popped up for me as I lay in bed doing homework and it seemed like too good a moment to simply let pass by unnoticed. 
I'm one of the few that actually thinks the BOTSvsCONS war has a finale and I've always been curious to see how the bots are able to handle returning to their lives after living for centuries with nothing else but the thought of war. 
Climaxx is one of my OC's that suffers the most during the transition from war to peace, mainly because she had lost so many loved ones all in nearly the same lapse of time. She eventually realized that keeping things bottled up only makes things worse and meeting Jumpdrive kinda makes her realize that.
You can't forget about your past...but you can allow yours to reminisce it and remind you of the good things that occurred in it as well as the bad but more of the latter.  
Anyways, make with this what you will. :D

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First arrival by transformerfan10
First arrival
"Weapon systems are down...the navigational computer is fried...and half of our Energon stock was lost in the crash. The only salvageable thing we have is the recharging berths...and maybe the communications grid if I put some effort into fixing it. Other than that-"
Euroscope paused in the middle of his search through the broken debris of what had been their ever faithful ship, Catalycon II, and gazed in the firection of Jumpdrive's pointing digit. 
His arms fell limp at his sides and a look of awe crossed his face upon seeing what the younger mech had been referring to.
Climaxx sat amidst the wet grass, her legs pulled up to her chest and arms haphazardly resting against them; her face was turned up to the glimmering night sky above and her optics were gazing peacefully up at the starry navy abyss. 
She had a tentative smile on her face, just a small lift of the corner of her lips, and yet it was enough to make both mech's sparks fill with extreme jubilation. 
All traces of anger and pain were gone from her facade and the creases that lined her optics seemed to dissolve in the gentle glow of the moon above them. The traces of war and battle seemed to glide off of her frame, revealing the jubilant Maxxie that had been before the civil war had begun. 
It had been a rare thing afterwards and the mere sight of it was rejuvenating.
Slowly, both mechs made their way towards their sibling, being very careful not jostle her out of her trance; Jumpdrive sat beside her on her left and Euroscope took his usual position on Climaxx's right. Their frames lightly brushed against her frame and the femme's smile seemed to widen upon the contact, as if it had been something she had been expecting since the beginning. 
Jumpdrive gazed up at the constellations above him curiously, his optics narrowing as he tried to make out the intricate patterns the dotted the navy expanse in a seemingly random format. Euroscope did the same, his lips pursed as he tried to identify a familiar star that would let him know their location. 
The word was spoken was so softly, it was barely audible but it jolted Euroscope out of his trance and forced him to look at Maxxie intently, his curiosity piqued. 
"Yes, Climaxx?"
Climaxx did not take her gaze away from the skies as she spoke but she did lean her frame against Euroscope's softly, supporting her spinal strut against his strong robust frame. 
"Are these the stars we saw back home? Back on Cybetron?"
The mech pondered the question for a minute but after a few nanokliks he shook his helm and replied softly, "No, Maxxie. These are entirely different constellations. It's this galaxy's own stars."
Climaxx was silent for a minute but afterwards she let out a sigh and said, "I thought so. Cybetron's stars aren't nearly as beautiful as these. I think these...are better than the ones we had back then."
She paused, "I like it here."
Euroscope smiled and nodded. "I do too." He replied, turning his faceplates to the heavens that were the subject at the time. "I do too..."
A small breeze blew through the small field, rustling the plants and vegetation that surrounded them at every turn. It whistled and howled like a wounded petrorabbit but it offered a strange sense of comfort to the atmosphere, calm and peaceful. 
Euroscope took out his datapad from his subspace and set it to scan the area for any communication grids that would put them in contact with the Autobot outpost stationed in their sector. As the small device began to blink with activity, Euroscope couldn't help but glance at Climaxx from the corner of his optics. 
The smile on her faceplates still lingered, lightly but surely. It was a sight Euroscope thought he would never have had the privledge of seeing again, not since the day Silverwing passed on all those vorns ago. 
Yet, there it was. That smile. That beautiful tentative smile that made Climaxx who she was; sensitive and compassionate on the surface yet fiercely strong and seemingly unbreakable beneath it. 
To everyone else, the stars may have been the most beautiful thing at the moment. But for Euroscope, it was that smile that Climaxx bore on her faceplates. 
That smile that had a glow of it's own and the glimmer of hope in her gold optics that shone brighter than any star in the night sky above them.
The datapad in his servo trembled and beeped silently. Euroscope glanced down to inspect it.
Connection found.

Yeah...the title basically says it all. Euroscope, Climaxx and Jumpdrive all arrived on Earth after the other Autobots and they had the privledge to land somewhere in Greenland, where they were able to see the stars and the beginning streaks of the Northern lights. You can tell how much of an impression such a sight had on them...I know for sure that I was just as amazed as they were.
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Jumpdrive by transformerfan10
Designation: Jumpdrive
Nicknames: Jumper, Jump, 'Drive
Age: 17
Gender: Mech
Voice Actor: Jason Liebrecht
Allegience: Autobot
Function: Hyperactive speed devil and thrill seeker; infiltration specialist
Alternate Mode: Laferrari
Weapons: A4 pulsar cannon; grenades

-Relies heavily on his speed; if he is impaired in any way, he is pretty much helpless
-Lack of strategy
-His emotions tend to get the best of him in tough situations

-Quick reflexes
-Thick armor platings
-Visor offers increased optical magnification

-Lounging around the rec room
-Outpranking Sideswipe and Sunstreaker

-Being slow
-Being outmatched
-Enforcers (with a passion)

"I realllllly hate you......"
"You'll have to catch me first."
"Oh, you know, the usual, street scuffles with 'Cons, dazzling escapades of collapsing cities, just another day."
"You're gonna regret saying that, you fragger."
"I wish I knew....but I don't, so I really shouldn't worry so much about it."
"We're in this together....till the wheels come off."

Jumpdrive is the eccentric charismatic teenager that has serious issues with authority and a hard time letting others boss him around. Eager to react and slow to comprehend his course of action, Jumpdrive is the most impulsive youngster that was ever spawned. He has a tendancy to ignore those who talk slower than he does and does his best to evade any conversations that involve digging into the depths of his Spark for an answer. His carefree attitude can often be mistaken for arrogance but Jumpdrive is far from being that...he's just really good at what he does and he knows it.

Abandoned by his mech creator as a sparkling and then abandoned by his carrier after a bout of cybernosis left her physically weakned, Jumpdrive was forced to learn the ways of the Underworld by himself the hard way. Always having a passionate love for racing, Jumpdrive honed his skills as a speedster and took immense pride in his fast capabilities, always dreaming of one day competeing in the intergalactic races that took place in the city of Tarn.
He became good friends with a bot named Fastback, who took the young mech under his wing and gave him a roof over his helm to call home.
The two, sharing a passionate love for raicing, began to sneak into the Intergalatic Raceways and reveled in seeing their idols, Sidewipe in Jumpdrive's case and Blurr's in Fastback's, tear up the racetrack. During one of their little chirades, they bumped into a femme named Bumper who instantly falls heelpedes over helm for Jumpdrive; the two mechs let her tag along, maingly because she is a worker there and gives them tickets to go into the stands.
Jumpdrive, after a high punch of racing fever, decides to enter himself into one of the Intergalatical races; however, his debut turns sour when his systems malfunction and he crashes on the racetrack, openly humiliating himself live on thousands of networks.
The event leaves Jumpdrive angry and makes it easy for a tycoon named Typhoon to approach him; Typhoon, impressed by the mech's speed, offers Jumpdrive a place in his underground cartel on one condition: Jumpdrive has to bring him the head of a certain racer named Jetix, who has been avoiding payment of a debt he owes to the olden tycoon. Jumpdrive, eager to prove himself, obliges and delivers the gift to his superior.
Jumpdrive's life takes a dark but satisfying turn afterwards; learning the kinks of the universe's dirtiest form of racing, Jumpdrive became a lethal racer and his name put sneers on the faces of rivals and made Enforcers crack their knuckles in distaste. Pilfering from suppliers parts to upgrade his performance, Jumpdrive enhanced his appearance so much that his frame adopted a robust build that made his real age apprehensible.
After a few solar cycles, Fastback and Bumper ventured into the Underworld to search for their missing companion and the change they see in him both impresses them and disgusts them.
Jumpdrive convinces the two to join him and before long, the three find themselves on the most wanted list of the Cybertronian Beareau of Safety. High on his euphoria of success, Jumpdrive spurs a relationship with Bumper, albeit the two never do become bondmates.
A few cycles before the war for Cybertron begins, Typhoon is killed by Decepticons and Jumpdrive and his companions are forced to flee Tarn in order to escape persecution. Hiding out in the adjacent city of Vos, Jumpdrive plots a plan to retake back the sector of Tarn that they fleed but Fastback, fearing offlining, leaves with Bumper, stating to Jumpdrive that the universe does not revolve around a single being.
Jumpdrive, angered and saddened by Fastback's desertion, becomes a small time thief, using his speed to pilfer from the Decepticons and at times, the Autobots.
During a hesit, Jumpdrive finds himself cornerd and he runs into Climaxx and her family unit, who is taking shelter in a small abandoned miner's complex in Kaon. Climaxx manages to aid Jumpdrive in fighting off his pursuers. Ravished for company, Jumpdrive tags along with the group and eventually develops a brother brond with Euroscope and Climaxx.
When the unit joins the Autobots, Jumpdrive is at first reluctant but he eventually submisses and becomes an invaluable member of the Autobot team.
The young mech made many honorable appearances, such as in the battle of Praxus and the siege of Iacon.
When the mech Pyro was wrongly deemed a traitor and forced into hiding, Jumpdrive was ordered to hunt him down and offline him. Jumpdrive complied but upon hearing the mech's side, he found himself unable to pull the trigger and ends up not killing the mech. However, Pyro, knowing that if either faction captures him, he would not be shown mercy, coerces Jumpdrive to give him a mercy kill. Jumpdrive kills the mech and gives him a proper burial in the city of Praxus, where he was sparked.
Jumpdrive arrives on Earth shortly after the Autobots do and once there, he becomes friends with a human named Diego Herran, a disembodied teenager from El Paso, Texas who dreams of being a professional racecar driver. Becoming an older brother to the human, Jumpdrive protects him fiercly against the Decepticon forces on Earth and nearly offlines twice in the line of duty. However, Jumpdrive survives to see the end of the war and he stayed with the human until he died. 
This mech was one of the few that returned to Cybertron after the war finalized and he has taken up an occupation as a trainer in the renewed city of Tarn, choosing to help other ambitious racers achieve their dreams. 


Mera: Jumpdrive's femme creator; the young mech never really knew his mother very well but what little he recalls involves painful outbursts of pent up anger and overt hatred. Mera abandoned Jumpdrive shortly after her bondmate deserted her and she committed suicide not long after. Jumpdrive does not bear any feelings towards his femme creator but he has often speculated over how his life would have been different if his femme creator had been more willing to fight for the both of them.

Fastback: A brother in arms. This mech took Jumpdrive under his wing shortly after he was alienated by his creators and taught him the ropes of living on the streets as a single individual. His teachings were meant to implement morality into Jumpdrive but even he was unable to quench the hatred inside Jumpdrive and his persistence eventually led to Jumpdrive spiraling out of control.

Bumper: This femme never made it a secret that she had feelings for Jumpdrive and she always did her best to make him happy. Unfortunately for her, her feelings allowed Jumpdrive to easily manipulate her into doing dangerous things and she nearly perished a few times doing dirty work for the mech she deeply adored. Despite the danger, Bumper was fiercely loyal to Jumpdrive and she never let his hostility prevent her from carrying out his obligations because she was deeply in love with him. 

Climaxx: Jumpdrive's sister-bond; if it hadn't been for Climaxx, Jumpdrive knows for a fact that he surely would have ended up siding with the Decepticon faction during the war for Cybertron. Climaxx's ability to connect with Jumpdrive at an emotional level allowed her to understand his inner turmoil and due to that she was able to find a way to reconcil the feelings of hatred towards those that deserted him and eventually aid him in adopting a set of principles that gave him a sense of morality. Their extent of loss is unmistakably similar and the two of them depend upon each other to keep other just in their actions and sane at the emotional level, serving as pillars of support for each other. 

Euroscope: Brother bond; Jumpdrive always longed for an individual to look up to and he found that person in Euroscope, the older mech that serves as not only a mentor to Jumpdrive but also as a brother who is willing to protect him despite the circumstances. Albeit Jumpdrive is able to relate less with this mech, Euroscope's gift of compassion allows him to understand Jumpdrive enough to know what his basic needs are and the two are able to get along particularly well. 

Nightcrawler: Friend. Jumpdrive loves this femme dearly and he is willing to do whatever it takes to protect her no matter the risks. He's not sure what it is that attracts him so much towards the young femme but many speculate that it involves reasons that are much much deeper than previously imagined. Some say it is her innocence that entices him but only he will ever know.

Quicksilver: Friend. This femme's no-nonsense attitude is a nice change of pace from the other bots' usually joking demeanors and Jumpdrive accepts her guidance and experience because this femme has proven more than once that she is willing to offer her resources whenever he is in need. 

Typhoon: This olden mech was a criminal lord, a tycoon and a murderer but he also served as a father figure towards Jumpdrive, though he rarely displayed his affection for him at all. Jumpdrive reminded Typhoon of himself when he was younger and that along with the young mech's speed was what drew him towards the eccentric racer but eventually, as the two began to work together, Typhoon found himself developing feelings towards Jumpdrive and he secretly provided him with all the necessities he required, attempting to deter him from placing himself in amy more reckless situations. Unfortunately, like many before him, Typhoon was unable to control Jumpdrive and he only managed to add more fire to the one already burning within the depths of the young racer's Spark. Typhoon was able to make up for his mistakes by sacrificing himself to save Jumpdrive from a Decepticon and sending him away from Tarn with the promise of a better future.


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Hey! Hi to all new or old...lets get this intro over with, shall we? FYI: Hablo espanol tambien. :)

My name is Mariana, but everyone calls Mana. I am a die hard fan of Transformers; loyal 'Con, of course and I love to draw those amazing robots in disguise.
Now, a little more about me....
Im 15 years old(but who cares, y'know?) and if i could describe myself in a couple of words it would be: reserved, compassionate, loyal and ambiguous.
I have a very colorful mind but am rather hesitant to share it...I am not what you might call a popular social butterfly, but i do enjoy meeting new people. I also have a tendacy to forget things...
I have a passion for art and am currently residing upon having a career in the colorful world of either a graphic designer or an artist.
I have a little of Orion Pax in me(I have a thirst for knowledge and tend to ask a lot of questions, unfortunately for me...) so be prepared to be bombarded with questions at times. :D
I am an athlete and play all of the sports excluding hockey and golf(if that even counts as a sport).
Above all, I am open to anyone and am glad to respond to anything, whether it be a critique or a compliment, and normally try to be good natured about either.
And most importantly, Transformers are my life. I live breathe and think transformers(literally). Im still a newb when it comes to drawing but Ill probably get better..with time. Or never. Whichever comes first.
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This song makes me think of the 'Wing's death scene and Climaxx and I just EHHHHH. :iconlazycryrollplz:
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Thanks so much for the :+fav:! :iconclonelaplz:
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marianasumdac Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Gracias per el favorito . 
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RebArc Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Thank you so much for the faves! :dance:
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Soaryn-Bird Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2014  Student General Artist
Thank you for the favourite! :D
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TheAwkwardFangirl Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
ASDFGHJKL I am such a bad roleplay partner. D= I'm sorry it's taking so long, I'm kind of stuck at the moment. Have no idea what to do. :(
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terminus70 Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2014  Professional Traditional Artist
thanx for the fav!!!
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TMNT-Raph-fan Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the fave :aww:
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elinkalo Featured By Owner Sep 11, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
Hi, thank you so much for fav :3 I appreciate it!
You can visit my gallery:… :)
Have a nice day • Elia ;P
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Shadowolf99 Featured By Owner Sep 8, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Happy late birthday! :airbornervmp: Yay 
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TheAwkwardFangirl Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I'm sorry I'm taking so long with the RP, I've run into a bit of writer's block. :( But I promise, I haven't forgotten about it! 
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marcymarcywolf9 Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday, my dear friend! My sincerest wishes go out to you on your day and the hope that it treated you with the best a person as brilliant as yourself deserves. I've only known you
for a short time, but here's to the first of many birthday greetings from one friend to the cherished other!
Currently, I am sick as a dog, but do anticipate a follow-up from myself to hopefully justly adddress your birthday. 'Till then,

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chronicallyAbsent Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2014
    :cake::party: Happy birthday! :party::cake:
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Shadowolf99 Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Thanks for the favorite Mariana! Also, your webcam is awesome. xD
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chronicallyAbsent Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2014
    Psst, how've you been? c:
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TheMadJadder Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2014  Professional Artist
thanks for the fav and OMG Garrus!!!!

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glompmeXD Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
thank you for Favorites Icon 3D my transformers meme :D
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DecadeX10 Featured By Owner Aug 4, 2014  Hobbyist
Thanks for the fave.
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chibimonk Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you for favorating my picture, the curse. But if you don't mind me asking, how did you across it? It doesn't get much attention, so I'm a little curious.
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