"This heat is going to be the offlining of me!!"
Tundra grumbled as she trudged through the scorching sand that stretched for miles around her. Her turquoise cloak flapped around in the wind, and she grunted with frustration. The heat was not her thing. As she continued to trudge, her ped dug suddenly into a small dune, sending her toppling down. She hit the sand with an "oof!" and groaned again. Her limbs burned and joints creaked as sand lodged in the small crevices.

"Are you kidding me?!"

"Here I go again, talking to myself." Struggling to her peds, she looked behind, lustfully at her back.

"Well, it's worth a shot. Wincing with the anticipation of what was certainly to come, she willed herself to transform.

"Come on, come on!!"

Then, the pain started, beginning bearable; but then doing exactly what she was dreading, spreading from a place on her backplate, up to her helm, down to her peds, surging like lava. She could feel her plates start to shift over the screams of agony, those of which only increased as creaking and groaning began to emanate from somewhere within her.

"I must keep trying, I must...."

Her legs began to buckle under the weight, shaking violently. The fire began to grow more and more, crawling up her plating, falling out in the form of tears through her optics. Her voice box cracked, energon beginning to drip from her open mouth.

"Ok, ok, ENOUGH!!" Her legs finally gave way just as she stopped trying, and her limp body collapsed once more into the sand.

"Why?"

Her servo clenched the sand, and she growled with frustration, wiping the energon from her chin.

"Dammit." With shaking limbs, she pushed herself up and continued her trek towards the large mountain in the distance.

"AUTOBOTS, FOLLOW ME!!"

"Autobots? I'm not alone!" A smile creeping onto her faceplate, she sped up her pace as much as possible.

"I....must...find them!" With one final push, she stumbled over the last sand dunes.

"OPTIMUS!!" She froze at the deep commanding voice, taking a step back.

"Oh no....no no." Her ped slipped on the sand, and she was sent tumbling down. Her optics widened as she slid uncontrollably into the midst of a battle scene, with two large mechs decking it out. The first, a large blue and red one, with a mask covering his faceplate. He had a sense of authority, as he threw another punch,

The second, a larger silver mech, with threatening purple optics as he blocked the punch.

"Megatron." She whimpered, recognizing the bucket-like helm. Memories of the Cybertronian reports on the warlord flooded into her mind, swirling automatic red flags and warnings. The warmonger threw the red and blue mech off with a roar, and turned abruptly towards her. His optics met hers, surely filled with tears and fear, and he sneered.

"And who's this? A new recruit?" He sneered and towered over her. He seemed to show off his vampire-like derma, proud of them as if they were some sort of prized possession. As his shadow fell upon her, she suddenly realized that this could be it.

Completely frozen with the overpowering fear, she felt her energon tank clench, as he raised his servo, preparing to deliver the final blow.

"Goodbye, cruel world."

With a mighty roar, he brought the servo down.