Cybertron's Outcasts; The Crash Landing

Chapter Twenty Six- The Fight For The Fire Light

Raptore scaled the mountain with ease. He was used to this kind of terrain, he used to explore places like this all the time. Being in his alt mode only made him quicker.
Using his claws to dig between rocks, he climbed up the mountain path faster than the average grounder or flight frame. He was at the mouth of the cave in a matter of minutes. When he reached it, he glanced back at the desert where he had left Raistlin.
He smirked as he saw an old model cybertronian tank trekking across the terrain, sending sand flying into the air. He saw that he had Tiger Lily and Ferris with him, relaxing that with them, the autobots, and his friends, the decepticons didn't stand a chance.
Raptore decided to enter the cave only when he saw Raistlin near the mountain path. The dinobot enjoyed the dark, so it didn't take very long for his optics to adjust as he entered the cold of the cave. He didn't know where the battle was, but he could hear the blaster fire ricocheting off the walls.
Instead of following solely the blasters, he followed the path that had been laid out for him by the ship.
                                                                          -!-!-
Megatron smirked as he saw the prime emerge from the crashed ship. He had known all along that was where the prime was, but he had his doubts.
He watched as the prime tore through his soldiers as if they were nothing, tossing them aside as if they weren't alive to begin with.
Before he could focus on his arch enemy, however, he needed to deal with the wrecker that he had been sparring with previously. The green bot had swung his mace at the warlord, the silver mech dodging it by mere millimeters. In return, the warlord swung his sword at Bulkhead, who slammed his mace into it in an attempt to block, almost shattering it with the force he had applied.
Megatron snarled as their weapons interlocked, becoming a match of pushing and shoving. Soon the warlord got fed up and unlatched his sword from the mace, kicking the wrecker as he did so.
The wrecker seemed surprised by the move, though Megatron had used it several times before. He flew to the side with the force of the kick, the vehicons within the vicinity depending upon him as he was knocked back.
Now, where was the prime?
"Megatron!" He heard his designation bellowed by an all too familiar voice.
He could tell that Optimus was battle ready just by the tone of his voice, but he turned to look at him anyway. The prime was hardly damaged, save for a few surface level scratches on his arms. His optics were blazing brightly, he was angry about something, but that was the only emotion he could register, for the lower half of the prime's face was covered by a battle mask.
One of his servos was shifted into a sword, and the other was a blaster. He took a few strides forward before stopping several feet away from the silver warlord.
"Ah, Optimus!" Megatron said in mock greeting, "I was wondering where you got off to!"
    "Megatron," Optimus repeated, "Why are you here?"
    "I was going to ask you the same question!"
    Optimus stopped for a moment. Why were they there again? There was truly no purpose to be here. There was no relic, no energon.... But perhaps new allies. The group of younglings seemed friendly enough, but had made it very clear that they weren't autobots. For some reason, only now he felt that they weren't to be trusted...
    They were merely younglings though, they surely could not survive on their own. And their medic showed some kind of loyalty in the old ways of Cybertron.
    Before he could dwell on the topic further, he heard Megatron snicker.
    "You have no idea what you're doing, do you?" He chuckled.
    Optimus didn't take any of his words to heart, instead moving himself into a battle stance. The warlord took this as his sign to attack, launching himself forward, his sword poised above his helm. Soon the two leaders were locked in a sparring match that never seemed to end.
    From a distance, Harvenger watched them closely, watching every move they made.
How can they keep that up for so long? He thought as he sliced a vehicon in half as it tried to climb up the wall, I would never be able to fight for hours!
Harvenger waited for Compton and Gearend to pay attention before speaking to them.
"Where the flying frag is Beelzebub?" He screeched, looking around the cavern.
    "I don't know!" Compton yelled, hardly being heard over the blaster fire, "I think she might still be in the ship!"
    Harvenger glanced back up at the ship. That was not the plan. The plan was that Beelzebub would come back up with the prime, perhaps there were some complications?
    "I think we should consider moving away from the ship," Gearend said suddenly.
"We need to defend the ship!" Harvenger replied, "The best place to do that from is from here."
"I don't think this is just about the ship anymore,"
The youngling glanced at the decepticons and autobots fighting one another, decepticons dropping like flies and blaster shits flying everywhere.
"This is about our survival."
Harvenger was hit with that same realization so suddenly that he thought it would knock him backwards. Gearend was right, if they didn't win this battle, he was quite sure that they would die soon after.
Harvenger nodded, taking a step out from under the shadow that the back of the ship had casted.
    "We can defend the ship, and destroy these decepticons." Harvenger said, "It shouldn't be too hard!"
    "You do realize that by fighting the decepticons, we are becoming their enemies, right?" Compton questioned.
    "And?" Gearend tried, "We'll just tell them that this is all a misunderstanding!"
    "That's not how it's going to work." Compton said.
    "We have to try."
    The younglings separated, attacking decepticons as they went. They fought alongside the autobots, cybertronians that they had tried to avoid for so long were becoming their brothers in arms, even if they didn't realize it.
    Harvenger was grappling with Shatterblade when he saw that the prime was having trouble with the warlord. It was such an odd prospect to Harvenger for some reason, he thought that fighting Megatron would come easily to Optimus, since they had been fighting for years. But he guessed he was wrong.
    Optimus was struck in the face, sending him flying backwards. He reeled from the hit, shaking his helm slightly as he tried to regain his bearings. Megatron took advantage of this, striking him again. Optimus was seeing three of everything, unable to fight for a few seconds.
Megatron charged up his ion cannon, pointing it at the disoriented prime. Before he could shoot, something struck his back.
Harvenger had seen that Optimus was down and had decided to intervene. The youngling had tossed himself onto Megatron's back, trying to stab between the creases of his armor.
Before Optimus could realize what had happened, Megatron reacted fiercely to his new assailant.
He shook wildly, trying to dislodge the youngling from his back. Harvenger did not move, however, and was just being tossed about as he stabbed the warlord.
Gearend was watching in utter shock, not knowing that Harvenger would readily attack one of the most feared mechs in the galaxy to defend someone he only knew from legend.
Though, it didn't take long for the warlord to finally dislodge Harvenger. Megatron reached up and grabbed onto one of the attachments on Harvenger's back, causing the youngling to screech. Harvenger's grip loosened, giving Megatron the ample chance to throw him off.
Harvenger was considerably lighter than he looked, and was thrown off easily. He was thrown onto the ground, chassis first, with a dull thud. He rolled over so he was facing the warlord, fear woven into his face and green optics, but he did not back down.
He shot his pede out, kicking the warlord in the abdomen. Megatron grunted, but did not fall. He attempted to grab the youngling in order to toss him aside, but was met with a knife to the arm.
The second time he tried to grab Harvenger, the youngling tried to struggle away, but had been caught. In mere seconds, Megatron had gotten Harvenger stuck in a head lock. The warlord then pressed his ion cannon against Harvenger's helm.
The entire battle seemed to slow down at that moment. Optimus was staring at Megatron, knowing that he was mad. Megatron had an evil smirk on his face, the low hum of his cannon was unmistakable. Harvenger was trying to put on a brave face, but was having trouble keeping it, the prospect of death wasn't sitting well. He knew that Optimus wouldn't allow him to die, or at least he hoped so.
"Now Optimus," Megatron snarled, "Why are you here?"
Before Optimus could reply though, something that seemed so far fetched took place in front of him.
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Raptore had travelled quite quickly through the cave system, using the crater and the sounds of blaster fire to make a path. He could faintly hear Raistlin behind him, the crunching sound of rocks under treads echoing faintly.
The longer he travelled, the more concerned he got. There was a lot of blaster fire, and not many good bots, there was a very low chance that whoever was fighting wasn't winning the battle.
When he reached the cave, his fears were confirmed. There were several decepticons there, and a few bots he didn't know and couldn't identify were fighting them. He almost smiled when he saw Gearend and Compton, but it was quickly dashed away by the sight of the ship.
It was completely ruined and would never fly again. He saw that Hawthorn was not fighting, she looked quite dead.
He gasped when he noticed the predicament that Harvenger had gotten himself into. He was stuck in a headlock, trapped by a silver mech he didn't recognize. The mech was pointing an ion cannon at his helm, threatening to offline him.
It was a sudden thought. Stop the mech.
Raptore remembered the dagger that Raistlin had given him, it was still in his subspace. He shifted back to root mode and hid behind a rock, waiting for the perfect time to strike.
The mech said something, talking to someone that Raptore couldn't quite see. He decided that this was the perfect time to throw the dagger.
He stood up and stood on the rock, lining the tip of the dagger with his desired target; the mech's back.
Raptore drew his arm back, then shot the dagger forward, sending it flying. He must have hit something as he threw it, for as the dagger flew through the air, it extended into a sword.
The sword struck Megatron's side, causing the mech to lurch forward. When he did so, his grip loosened and Harvenger was able to escape his grip. Megatron roared as he reached back to remove the blade. Harvenger and Optimus stepped back as the warlord tore the blade out of his abdomen.
    Megatron held the blade in his servo for a few seconds, then turned his head to face where it had come from. There, standing on a rock in all his glory was an olive green Dinobot. He had this funny smirk on his face, waving to Harvenger.
    The youngling smiled and waved back. As he did so, Megatron shot at the dinobot's pedes, causing him to almost fall backwards.
    The dinobot righted himself, then turned his head to face the exit. It appeared that he had brought backup.
    An old model cybertronian tank rounded the corner and entered the cave, shooting ion blasts at decepticons as it moved through. Two feline minicons shot up from the treads of the tank and began their attacks.
    Megatron glanced at Optimus, suspecting that this had been his doing, but he looked just as confused as he did. He glanced at his decepticons, who were being crushed under the newcomer's treads.
    "Decepticons!" Megatron bellowed, holding the stab wound on his side, "Retreat!"
    As Megatron called out, a groundbridge opened behind him.
    The remaining decepticons delivered their final hits and ran towards the groundbridge. Shatterblade kicked Arcee in the head and transformed, shooting into the air then through the groundbridge. Starscream tossed Bumblebee aside and bolted for the portal.
    Before all of the decepticons were gone, Megatron smirked. Optimus knew that smirk. He did it whenever he was going to do something that would be highly destructive, especially when the autobots could do nothing to stop him.
    Megatron raised his arm cannon, pointing it at the ship. No one realized what he was doing until it was too late.
    The ion blast struck the ship as Megatron disappeared into the groundbridge. The Fire Light's metal groaned, the rocks beneath its cracking and dropping the ship onto the ground before it began to tilt backward.
    "Holy slag..." Harvenger mumbled.
    They watched as the ship tilted backward dangerously, before it fell back. Beelzebub was still in that Primus forsaken ship.
    "Holy slag, Beez!"

(Cha cha cha!
I am back. Sorry, writer block had bricks. The book is almost over I swear, there's like, maybe two more chapters.
I hope you liked the new chapter!
Love y'all!
-Smoothie)