Striker's POV
An explosion lit the sky an electric blue. The sonic recoil sent me a good ten paces back, and Cliffjumper a good twenty down. Down. Down into the earth. He was recovered by vehicons; dirty purple drivers. I was covered. My gold armor's glitter was lost beneath crumbled rock debris. My red and black striped detail were the only things I could see, on an arm a seven paces away from me. I didn't know what to do. I could've waited for my teammates to arrive, but that would've meant letting one of them get away. I pushed up on my left arm, to my knees, hopped to my feet. Then I ran. I ran, and I ran, and I snuck, and I ran. And I ran until I got on board of the ship those Cons brought Cliffjumper to. And I waited, and waited, and waited, and struck, and dodged, and hit, and was hit, and fell, and bled, but not bled out. My optics would go offline a bit after his. But, there was a difference between us. Mine would turn back on.
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Shadow's POV
Megatron and I flew through the spacebridge. We returned to the airfields on Earth. We continued down to the planet's surface. It was a vibrant world, full of life. Starscream called Megatron through his personal COM link. He seemed nervous, possibly frightened, possibly proud. Whatever the case, he didn't want to let us come aboard the Nemesis. Arrogant fool. Either he screwed something up and doesn't want us –I mean, Megatron- to see, or he's planning another coo. Starscream prompted us to meet him at an energon mine. We transformed into our cybertronian flight forms and flew. While soaring through the clouds, a sleek, black jet threatened us. I scanned the stealthy flight form and transformed. As a show of power, Megatron blew the machine out of the sky. The poor thing was only informing us that we were unidentified aircrafts in restricted military airspace. We arrived at the mine: a mountain the Nemesis hovered above. We flew through the crater into the mine. Starscream greeted Megatron. I rolled my optics at the fool. Suck up. Then Megatron spoke.
"Starscream, I have a question."
"Yes my Lord?"
"Upon my return –from travels that have separated me from my troops for many of this world's solar cycles- you thought that it was best for me to welcomed back in an Energon mine?"
"Of the energon deposits we have located while you were away lord Megatron, this one is by far the most significant."
"And, your point?"
"Well, my Lord, I thought you might want to witness my success –I mean, the Decepticon's success- we've achieved while you were away."
"Are you implying that the Decepticons are more successful when I am absent, Starscream?"
"N-no my Lord! I-I swear I—"
"Screamy," I cut-in, "Our Lord is playing you, lighten up."
"A-a joke?" He stared wide-eyed at Megatron, "My Lord?"
I chuckled a bit. I loved whenever Megatron did stuff like this to Screamy. Megatron glanced in my direction. I saw the corners of his mouth perk. Mine calmed into a warm smile. I was happy. And then Starscream impatiently tapped his ped against the rock below.
"Continue Starscream," Megatron bellowed, "prove your worth."
The commander straightened his posture, stammered a bit, and then continued his self-praising spiel; "The drones have been mining without pause during your absence and have amassed quite a stockpile my Lord." Starscream pointed to a vehicon that was standing nearby and called out to him, "You there! Fetch me a sample."
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Transformers re-Prime-d (Season 1)
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