Autobots From the Skies

Chapter Six

Cynder's Pov-

Scrap metal. Shockwave was standing above me as I laid helplessly on the ground. Truth was, I wasn't really fit for fighting right now. Ratchet had to let me go because there was no changing my mind, and I was being stupid.

Cynder*Buzzing*-"What do you want scrap metal?"

I got no reply from him unless you count his blaster pressing closer to my spark. Where in the universe was Bulkhead, or the others? Seeing him one moment not the next. Quickly, I had my own blaster towards him. This was not ending pretty. He took the opportunity to try to pin me, but no way I was letting that happen. Swiveling my legs as fast as I could I kicked him on the abdomen. It seemed to hurt my peds more than it hurt him.

Cynder *Buzzing*-" What do you want? Next time I ask your heads blown off."

No answer. I shot at him, even though he seemed like he didn't notice. Starscream was laughing and finally joined in grabbing my arms when he could. Definitely, not turning out good for me. There would be no help from Optimus this time. As in that I struggled to escape their grasp. Shockwave was being his cocky self, really he was quiet though, while Starscream laughed and mocked me.

Starscream-"What are you going to do now huh? Lord Megatron will enjoy toying with your already screwed voice and torture."

Cynder*Buzzing*-"Why don't you find out for yourself!"

I sent my left ped backwards kicking what would hopefully be his knee. He screamed in pain as I did so, and I was taking this opportunity. Turning around I shot my blaster numerous times hitting him anywhere I could. That was until I was hit myself. Might I say. Damn I hate these chest plates. There was a schorch mark where I had the hole before. If another hit it might as well be busting open.

Cynder*Buzzing*-"Fuck you scrap metal!"

And I kept shooting. Eventually, and ground bridge opened. Not mine...Theirs. Shockwave gave one final smirk, as Starscream already entered, and took his aim...Hit me right in the stomach area. Not a blaster. Someone's fucking sword lodge in me. Falling to my knees my voice buzzed in pain as I watched their ground bridge close.

Cynder(Comlink)-"He...Help."

I waited and waited. Finally, someone came. Bumblebee was their looking at me as I stood ripping the sword from my body. Stiffling quietly over to him we walked through our own ground bridge.

Everyone stood there waiting and watching as we walked through. Bulkhead was out still. Apparently, he was near my area, but not close enough to hear our fight. This time, I didn't bother walking by Ratchet for a fix up. I walked to Optimus.

Cynder*Buzzing*-"It had to be done."

Op-"A what cost your life!"

Cynder*Buzzing*-"What do you expect. Me to let them get what they want! I will do as needed Prime!"

I paused noticing I only called him Prime instead of Optimus.

Cynder*Buzzing*-"I'm going to recharge...But I need to know one thing."

Op-"What is it?"

His voice sounded pissed for a minute as he tried to calm down.

Cynder*Buzzing*-"Jazz."

Everyone went quiet. They knew I knew that he was no longer here. I knew Jazz was gone for good, but I needed to know why. My spark was needing to know, because we were best friends. Ever since Cybertron. And the war.

Of course no one answered and I stormed out of the room in a mad fit. Stopping mid hall I turned and punched the wall. The screams of Ratchet for me to come back had stopped. This pain I could handle with some time. Maybe it was a good thing I don't have a very good vocalizer anymore. Or else they would all be able to hear my cries of pain and loss.

Finding a 'room' with the the cot for someone my size I fell into recharge. Jazz and his death in my mind. Megatron's words haunting me. Maybe even a little bit of Starscreams laughs and Shockwaves attacks. Nothing mattered except the safety of the team and the Earth.