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Unknown POV

Walking towards Headquarters with my hood over my helm and my arms hanging limply to my side was boring. Mechs and femmes were moving out of my way, thankfully, I didn't want to fight through this crowd.

Making my way down town, walking fast, faceplates past while leaving the loud side of Cybertron and make it to the quiet side of our planet, I take off my hood and walk towards the large housing unit that was in the Cyber-woods, our headquarters were covered in the tall Cyber Trees that grew years ago.

I walk inside after glaring at the guards who were standing at the door, they whimper slightly and move to the side letting me in. Everyone here was afraid of me and they had a good reason to be. I was the one who blew up the Pits in Kaon and laughed while it went sky high.

I open the doors and walk down the hall towards a bigger room that had a grand stair case leading to the upstairs. "Striker!" Boss said happily walking down the hall upstairs but I could see him, "Boss," I greet nodding my helm while he stepped down the stairs slowly with his red and white cape dragging on the ground behind him, his crown on top of his helm, "My best soldier," Boss says while mechs leaned over the balcony Boss was just on.

"I told you mechs he would return with the best information," Boss wraps an arm around my shoulder plating and pulls me to his side.

"He's never failed!" Boss cheers.

The mechs raise up their high grade to me and let out "whoops" of excitement.

"He waits then he strikes!" Boss says raising his high grade, "A toast to Striker, always being here by my side from the beginning," "CHEERS!" The mechs yell and drink their high grade.

"What have you got to report?" Boss asks.

"She's part of the Autobot-Decepticon Headquarters and the Enforcers know we're back in town," I shrug crossing my arms. I hear the mechs hiss at the sound of the Autobot-Decepticon Headquarters.

"Bunch a sisses!" One says.

"True dat!" Another says.

"Mechs, mechs, mechs," Boss says making everyone quiet down. "We're not here to start another Great War, we are here to tell them how we roll!" All the mechs cheer, "We're here to warn them we are back and we ain't leaving until we are offlined! We are here for revenge!!" Boss booms, all the mechs cheer again but louder.

I sip on some high grade I was handed and shrug, their cheering and roaring would give any mech a damn helm ache if they weren't used to it like I was.

These new recruits were easily riled up and hard to shut up too.

"Striker, I give you the rest of the day off," Boss says making me nod and walk out of the Headquarters and towards my housing unit.

Once home, I walk inside the tidy housing unit, I was barely home to get it dirty and when I was home it would stay clean, since I would be recharging or doing something else in the basement.

I close the door behind me and lock it. "Hello loneliness," I whisper, "I'm home,"

I walk over to the TV and turn on the reports then walk towards the kitchen for some actual Energon after throwing the high grade away.

I walk to the living room again sipping on my Energon and watch some TV. I occasionally look over to my left and notice I'm still alone after 1,000 years. I frown but grumble noticing I'm thinking about them. I'm an idiot.

That moron who understood me. . .

That idiot I missed. . .

I sigh and grab my sketch pad from under the cushion of the couch.

I smile softly staring at the picture I drew of them. I didn't want to leave them but I did. I should have told them, "I love you," but instead I left. . . .

"I miss you so much," I whisper clutching the sketch pad to my chassis and falling into recharge.

Night's POV

I was home with Sides, while we hung out in my room, he had his arms wrapped around my shoulders while I laid on his chassis. We were watching a scary movie from Earth where the war ended.

"You're gonna die femme," Sideswipe grumbles. "No she's not! No she's not!" I chirp excitedly while she ran from the serial killer, "Boom dead!" Sideswipe says when the femme backed herself in the corner of the barn and was stabbed from behind, the knife slipped through the cracks in the wood that held up the barn. "Moron," Sideswipe grumbles.

"You stupid Femme!" I cry leaning my helm on his chassis.

Sideswipe shuts off the TV and lays down pulling me into his chassis.

"Sides!! It wasn't over-!" I snap before I noticed he's crying.

"Sides? I'm sorry for snapping," I whisper softly hugging.

"It's not that," he whimpers.

"Then what's wrong?"

"I miss him," he cries, coolant trailing down his faceplates.

"Your twin?" I ask.

He whimpers and nods.

I hug him while he cried softly.

His arms tightened around my waist. "It hurts without him," he whimpers.

Soon after awhile of soothing him, he falls into a deep recharge.

I was laying in his arms while he laid on his side.

"I'm here for you, Sides. I always will be," I whisper gently falling into recharge.

The Next Day

Unknown POV

I woke up with an ache in my helm and High Grade cubes surrounding me. I must have gotten drunk..

I shove the cubes off of me and walk into the kitchen, "Hey Striker, Ol' friend," I hear a familiar voice chirp happily. I jump slightly and turn my helm seeing Tracks sitting on the bar sipping on some high grade, "You were a mess last night at the club, got into a fist fight with a mech who looked at you funny, broke some mechs arm," Tracks says shaking his helm after setting his cube down, "Listen, I need that femme today or tonight," He says cutting it straight to the point.

"Why?" I grunt opening a cube or regular Energon and putting some pounder medicine into it and stirring it. The medicine worked really well on my helm aches in the mornings from heavy drinking. I didn't know how Tracks drank all the time and still walk and talk perfectly normal and didn't have a splitting helm ache.

"Because, She is needed for our plan," Tracks says, "What plan?" I ask.

"Striker, we are going to rob banks for credits we need, those damn mechs are running us dry," Tracks growls slamming his fist into my counter thankfully not leaving a dent, my optics darting watching his every movement, he sighs softly and chuckled lightly, "I remember when it was just me and you. . . Everyone fearing our designations. . . Us robbing banks for the pit of it. . . Running night clubs. . . Drinking all night and day. . . Getting the beautiful femmes. . ." Tracks says softly and trails more before falling and passing out on the floor.

"Tracks, your dumb ass really needs to stop drinking," I grumble before bending down and picking him up.

Night's POV

I woke up to Sideswipe's helm on mine. He was curled up to me recharging heavily. Sitting up slowly and accidentally waking him, "Morning," I say, "Mornin'" Sideswipe says groggily running his servos over his faceplates rubbing gently.

"Recharge well handsome?" I ask with a smile.

"It was fine gorgeous," Sideswipe says with a friendly smirk.

I get up along with Sideswipe and I head down the stairs while Sideswipe showered, I hear Carrier and Sire talking with Ratchet.

"They're back?" Ratchet asks.

"Yep, and Night is someones target," Sire says.

"I've heard," Ratchet hums.

"Do you think it's him doing this?" Carrier asks.

Who is this him? Was it Sideswipe's mysterious twin Prowl and Prime we're talking about?

"Probably, he's been under Tracks for some time, been spotted long ago the last time they were here," Sire says.

"Well he better straighten out or I'll find him and chuck a wrench at his damn helm from a hundred feet," Ratchet snaps.

"Ratchet, it wouldn't surprise me if you chucked at wrench now and he was on one side of Cybertron, and hit him square in the helm," Sire teases while Carrier and Ratchet chuckles lightly.

I made myself known, "Hey Night!" Carrier chirps smiling at me, her blue optics were on me, "Where's Sideswipe?" Ratchet asks, "Showerin-!" I chirp but Sideswipe cuts me off walking down the steps rubbing his helm with a towel, "Right here," he grumbles.

"Good morning Sideswipe," Ratchet says.

"Yeah whatever," Sideswipe grumbles walking into the kitchen, probably for some Energon.

"Someone is grumpy," Sire grumbles.

"Yeah," I chuckle while Sideswipe walked in with his Energon in his servo.

He sits down in the living room with Carrier and Sire, sitting down on the end of the couch and sipped on his energon. I grab some Energon and sit by him curled up to his side. "What happened to my Personal space?" He asks, "What's the meaning?" I tease, "She's quite fond of your personal space," Ratchet chuckles.

Sideswipe huffs and kept drinking his Energon.

"So any news to tell Ratchet?" Carrier asks softly.

"Other than the Tracks Gang, and the mechs coming to my Med-Bay from a bar fight, broken arm and leg joints, " Ratchet huffs.

Sideswipe sniffs the air then shoves me off making me stumble to my peds, "Eww go take a shower you wreak of me!!" Sideswipe growls shoving me with his ped on my aft.

"Fine!" I growl walking up the stairs towards my shower room. Humming a soft tune while softly and slowly shaking my hips.

While I was in the shower I had a strange feeling that I was being watched. A shiver ran down my spinal cord when a cold breeze drifted through a now opened window.

I let my digits slid up to my audio record so I could COM Sides but something hard and blunt hits the back of my helm knocking me out cold.

The last thing I see is a black cape. . .
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OH SCRAP!!! NIGHT GOT KIDNAPPED!! THINGS ARE GONNA GO DOWN SOON!!! WOHOO I AM SO EXCITED!!!

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