G-30 was a normal vehicon trooper. A grounder even. He served the Decepticon cause with loyalty. One day while mining energon, he and his brothers were attacked by the Autobots, leaving him the only survivor. Now filled with hate and a sword he forged from the blades of his fallen comrades, he sends out a challenge for Prime. A fight to the death. He never thought that his life would turn out this way. 

He remembers the names of those he considered family. Solar, Dark, Cramp, Ruby, and Nines. The six of them were a squad, a family. But that all ended when Team Prime attacked. He only survived by Solar pushing him out of the way, knocking him out. When he awoke he was alone, and surrounded by the corpses of his fallen comrades. He had time to mourn because he knew there was no one was coming for him. 

He thought back to all the time he was wronged by the Autobots, they have killed so many of his brothers, so many. His sadness turned to hatred when he stood up. He decided enough was enough. G-30 thought back to his name. He also recalled the nickname he had. Geo. In honor of his fallen comrades, that is his name. Now and forever. He also thought about honor. Prime had some. 

He thought to some human book, remembering that knights welded swords. He looked to his comrades, their swords out and body magled beyond repair. He took out his own blade, then cut the others off. He buried them. The body's now in the Earth, and the blades in his hand. He cut down a tree, it's wood becoming a hilt. He hid for months, forging his blade, the one that would kill Prime. 

Now here he is, in a desert with rocks reaching sky high, hatred flowing with the energon in his veins. He pulled out a device. He activated it, and waited. He hid atop a rock, the view astonishing to him. He heard the groundbridge opening, and looked down to see the Prime with his three minions. "How pathetic." He said, catching the team's attention. "You wont even fight alone. But I have prepared." Geo told them. 

Geo activated a forcefield that trapped prime in a arena, but it had no top. "Why are you doing this?" The Prime asked. "Oh, you don't get to ask that, you don't get to ask anything! The only thing you get to do?" Geo asked, dropping down into the arena. "Is die!" He yelled, rushing the prime with his sword, 'Fallen Comrades'. Prime blocked the slash and kicked the vehicon back, confusion in his eyes. 

Geo regained his footing before taking a stance. "There is no need for this!" Prime tried to reason. "Did you tell that to all you have slaughtered?!" Geo asked. Geo rushed Prime with speed, Prime barley blocking the slashes. Prime swung an overhead swing which broke through the vehicon's guard. Geo didn't have much time to react before a swing hit him. He flew back into wall of the arena, dazed, but not out. 

"Solar, Dark, Cramp, Ruby, Nine's, I will avenge you!" Geo screamed, holding the sword in one hand while his other transformed into a blaster. He shot at Prime while rushing at him. Prime dogged the shots before a final slash cut the arm off the vehicon. Geo was now without a gun. He didn't show pain as he swung his sword one last time, hitting the prime in the arm. It simply bounced off, little damage showing. 

Prime punched his face. Geo fell down, dropping his sword. Prime was about to kill him, when he put his sword away. "Kill me." Geo said. Prime shook his head before walking away, the energon running the force field running out. "Coward! Kill me!" Geo yelled as the Prime walked away. "Come back here and kill me you coward!" Geo yelled one last time before the Prime left with his team. 

"Coward." Geo whispered one last time before dying of energon loss. His body was left alone to rot until Bumblebee's team found him. Bee buried the vehicon, a last respect, the sword going on to be famous, the legend of Geo following it until it was destroyed in battle with Megatronus Prime, The Fallen. 

(And that's this one shot story. Hope you enjoyed, until next time! On another story I mean. This one is done.)