Son of a warlord

Endure the Old, Welcome the new

I know i skipped Scrap heap, but i just... dont see cyberstep doing anything in that one, sorry. So con job is next also know as the Endure the old, Welcome the new.

---1stpov (Autobot base)---

I walked in with Bulk and Miko. "All right. Chores are done." Miko pointed out. Rolling my optics "Now can we do some dune-bashing." Miko asked with a fist pump. I began to chuckle before pulling out a grain of sand from my armor, grumbling to myself.

"I don't know Miko. Last time, Bulkhead and I were both still picking sand out of our articulation." Bulkhead nodded as Miko looked down.

"Uh but, there's a monster-truck rally in town." That got Miko to perk up. Walking over to Optimus and the others. Spotting carrier leaning against the wall railing on the other side of the ground bridge controls. 

"Optimus, I'm receiving a signal on a restricted band." 

"It appears to be coming from a starship inside this solar system." My carrier finished Ratchet sentence. I perked my head and walked over quickly. 

'Hoping it's them ' I thought, hearing the computer beep. "It's an Autobot identification beacon." My carrier said with hope in his voice. I looked at him, seeing the hope fill in his optics.

"So there are other bot's out there?" Jack asked. I nodded my head, before I felt a familiar claw like talon on my head, rubbing the comfort spots on my head. Before I knew it, I was already purring with my engines running loudly. Hearing snickers behind me from Bumblebee and Arcee. I shrugged them off, enjoying the moment. 

"The masses scattered to the galaxies when Cybertron finally went dark, but 'Cons have been known best for false beacons." Arcee pointed out. Ratchet turned on the communication link to the starship before Optimus spoke

 "Unknown vessel, this is Autobot outpost omega one. Identify yourself." Optimus asked with a questionable order.

::I've had warmer welcomes from Decepticon combat brigades :: I glanced over at my carrier and Bulkhead. Seeing my carrier shake his head and mumbled something I couldn't quite hear 

"Wheeljack?!" Both my carrier and Bulkhead yelled at the same time.

"You old con crusher! What are you doing all the way out here?" 

"AND you didn't blow up the jackhammer yet! What a relief!" My carrier was smiling as he spoke up.

:: Horizon rise? Bulkhead? That you? What's with all the security?:: Wheeljack asked with a questioning tone.

"The rock we're on is crawling with 'Cons. How soon can you get here and even the odds?" 

"And I need an inventor buddy for something I'm working on." Carrier answered. 

:: Sometime tomorrow, if I put the metal to the pedal:: I heard some shuffling in the background of the communication;.

::Is that Horizon, Wheeljack?!:: I saw my carrier stiffen up before his hand was brought up to his mouth. 

"Prowl? Prowlie!!" My carrier called out through the communications link as Ratchet scooted to the side.

" Prowlie, is Techflight with you, where our other mate and the twins of yours? Are they alright? Are You alright?" I was shocked to see my carrier ask questions this fast.

:: Hori, it is good to hear your voice, love. We are safe, but our other mate and my twins were separated from me, the pods broke apart and sent them to the other side of the galaxy. Though Techflight and I are both alright. We will talk later, when we get to you, Hori. :: I heard Prowl speak as I shuttered my optics.