Rule of Madness

The Last Scavenger

(A/N: Speedtrap is my OC. No one is to use him without permission from yours truly. Enjoy, and as always, review!)

"Would you run with me?"

Titanium's vents stalled at the suggestion, staring up at the autobot in shock and surprise. "Run?" She demanded incredulously. "We wouldn't make it to a ship!" The seeker responded with hidden optics wide.

The medic snorted and sat down across from her, leaning close. "We don't know that... There has to be Decepticons sympathetic to the Autobots. To you!" He spoke hopefully, making gestures with his servos, the femme venting. "Ratchet. I don't think you heard me right. The Decepticons enslaved the Autobots! Before that, they raped and beat me! Megatron's creation!" Titanium cried, shaking her helm. "No one will help us."

Ratchet frowned as he looked at the femme sitting across from him. "There has to be someone. Someone who isn't happy with Megatron's way of ruling." He responded, thoughtful, processor bringing up whatever mechs or femmes could fit in that category.

"Anyone that was unhappy with Megatron's reign would've been taken care of by Tarn." Titanium responded in a neutral tone, snorting at the medic's surprised look. "Yes, they're still around. Right here on Cybertron." She answered the unasked question.

The medic thought over this new piece of information. If the DJD were present on Cybertron, they would no doubt still be hunting down traitors, deserters, runaway autobots. All of them could make it onto the List now that there wasn't a war. "We can make it." Ratchet responded finally, looking up at Titanium. "And I think I know someone that can help us."

Ratchet was relieved to be set back on the ground, not at all fond of being suspended thousands of feet up in the air.

Waiting for Titanium to transform and land beside him, Ratchet motioned for her to follow.

Together, the two made their way through the darkness as quietly as they could. They couldn't get too close to their destination within the city due to the patrols of Enforcers, and security drones, so they would have to make their way there through the alleys.

"What makes you so certain he'll help us?"

Ratchet winced when the seeker spoke aloud, albeit softly, but he would've much preferred the use of comm. Links... If he still had them. "Just a feeling." He responded, moving around the dumpsters and peaking out onto the street. "Clear. Come on."

The two scurried across the street and ducked into the alley directly beside the small building just as highlights lit up the street behind them, a black and white car passing slowly.

"Barricade?" Ratchet whispered, as Titanium peered out at the passing mech. "No. He was with Barricade earlier. His designation is Speedtrap. He was an Enforcer before the war with Barricade and Prowl, but he was corrupted and swept up into gang life." The seeker responded. "Bribery, rape, beatings, murder. You name it, he's done it."

Ratchet snorted in distaste. "I get the feeling all Decepticons were criminals." He muttered, the femme casting him a glare, the most fire the medic had seen from her as of yet. "Not entirely. My sire didn't go mad until he accidentally offlined my carrier in a fit of rage." She responded, slipping around the corner before Ratchet could ask her about it.

Pressing close to the wall of the small building, the two bots crept up to the door, Titanium reaching up to test the lock. "It's locked." She whispered, glancing nervously back up the street as Ratchet crouched in front of the door control. "It's junk. I can get through it." He responded confidently.

"Please hurry." Titanium whispered, watching the street for Speedtrap or Barricade, wings trembling slightly as she thought about just how much trouble she would be in if she was discovered... But it felt wonderful to not be helpless.