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A thousand megacycle war, no end on the horizon.
This battle was no different than the others. It was a head-on attack, an ambush from a small Decepticon party. The Autobots were on a scout mission to look for more supplies, energon, medical kits, on the outskirts of Iacon. The city had become a ruin by the civil war. Once a beautiful, bustling city, now left to rot in decay and neglect. Everything had become scarce, the Decepticons weren't exempt from this.
Bumblebee had accompanied this party, he was a skilled scout, very willing to go out with his friends. He thought himself very lucky so far. Along with him was Jazz, Windcharger, Ratchet, Ironhide, Hoist, Powerglide and Arcee.
The ambush was led by the triple-changer Octane, who was probably after the Autobots for his own gain, hoping they had some sort of supplies on them. With him were three stunticons, and two Seekers, Slipstream and Nova Storm, who flew high, shooting down at the autobot group. Luckily, Powerglide was quick to the skies to keep them off the ones on the ground.
Hoist went down first when the ambush began, he managhed a few shots at Wildrider before it was too much for him.
Regardless with how this battle started, or how it was going down, it was the same for Bumblebee. He had watched countless bots fall, while he hid behind slabs of metal or rock, taking fire on whoever he could. Never once to go head on like his fellow soldiers. He was just a scout, small and quick, but also bright yellow and easy to spot.
He wasn't like his brother, who dived head-on without any fear. Bumblebee sighed, ducking down when the seekers laid fire toward him. He felt a great sadness as he thought of his brother. How he wished he was as brave as Cliffjumper was. He knew he was the more lucky most of the time, he had come out of these fights unscathed. But was that really luck, or the result of his cowardice?
Maybe things could be different this time around. As he watched Windcharger go down, he decided to be better than a hiding coward. He was was quick, he could use his smaller size as an advantage despite the color of his paint. Gritting his denta, he moved out of the hiding place and aimed his blaster at Octane who stood just a few yards away. Despite his quick action, Bumblebee was utterly terrified.
Octane took a few hits, yet they didn't seem to do much damage. He turned his focus on Bumblebee and fired back. Quickly, the yellow bot ducked, rolling out of the way of the attacks and firing back. That got Octane down, even if it was just his balance that was ruined and not his plating. With a huff, the decepticon transformed into his jet alt-mode and he took to the sky. Bumbleebee watched as the triple-changer focused his efforts on Powerglide, who was giving the other seekers a challenging time. "No you don't." Bumblebee muttered, firing again at him.
Yet, this was in vain, Octane was able to shoot Powerglide down, barreling right into an old warehouse building just a mile away.
"No!" Bumblbee cried, not giving up firing his blaster.
The other seekers turned their attention on those on the ground again. Bumblebee had become so focused on shooting them down, he failed to noticed Drag-strip yards away from him. Surprising, as he was also yellow and usually hard to miss. A quick shot from his blaster hit Bumblebee right in his chest plate. It caused him to stumble back and almost lose his balance. He glared hard at the stunticon and fired back, his free servo on his wound which wasn't too severe. Drag-strip just grinned and kept firing, his ego negating any fear one would have in a battle, he knew he would come out on top.
Bumblebee was closing the gap between the two, firing, ready to throw hands if he got close enough, if he wasn't shot down first. From the corner of his optic, he saw Jazz take down Slipstream, who crashed right behind Drag-Strip. That threw him off, causing him to stumble forward onto the ground as he tried to jump away from the explosion that followed her fall.
Bumblebee stepped back, watching the flames and smoke rise into the gloomy sky. He grinned and gave a thumbs up in Jazz's direction. 'great shot, Jazz!" He called out.
Jazz grinned back, reciprocating the thumbs up.
Yet, Nova storm was still up there, firing at Ironhide and Arcee. Bumblebee moved to go to their aid, yet he had forgotten Wildrider. He was in his alt-mode, speeding toward the yellow bot. From behind him he quickly transformed and fired his blaster twice, hitting Bumblebee right into his back.
Critical wounds this time.
The sensation was hot pain, his sensors screamed. This caused him to fall to his knees, in utter shock at how sudden this was. Microcycles ticked by, it felt like longer to him. Error warnings flashed long his vision, this was a dire situation now. So much for his luck. But at least he wasn't a coward.
The sound around him grew muffled, another explosion happened somewhere. he couldn't process this, it was happening too quickly. With a gasp, he fell foward onto the cold ground, dust billowing around him. He thought he heard Jazz's voice in the far distance, his optics flickered once.
No....no...
His processor was growing cloudy, he could feel the massive energon leak from the wound behind him, beginning to pool around him. He was hit in a critical spot, that much he knew. His flickering optics fell onto the other Stunticon, the one who had been his friend once, long ago. Before the war.
He was firing at Ratchet, who was someone no one should really mess with. yet, as his processor slowed, the only thing Bumblebee could focus on was how much he wished he was beside him. No war, no battle, he wanted his friend. Especially now, when he firmly beliveved he was dying at that very moment. Desperate panic gripped him suddenly, he wanted to say goodbye, there was so much he never got to tell Breakdown. This couldn't be it, he couldn't go yet.
He hoped the war would end before this would happen. He wanted his best friend back. The panic was unbearable. It was more painful that his bleeding wounds.
"Oh Primus.." He heard Jazz say far, far away, he had made it to his side.
Yet, the smaller bot ignored him, he kept looking at Breakdown. Did he see him, too? He tried to speak, call out, yet his vocalizer fizzled, beginning to shuit down like the rest of him.
"Brea....k...Do-" he managed only a gasping whisper and his optics flickered and finally shut off.
Swept into that darkness, cold and alone.