Many Steller cycles ago..

A dark gray werewolf with golden yellow optics and light gray skin strolled into a Cyberninja Dojo, He was a good fit epic stocky bulky kind of built, and seemed to have cloth wrapped around both of his arms kind of a fighter that absolutely knew which way he had to go without a single Plan B or Plan C. He head all around to see Autobot ninja corpse lain all around the Dojo premises shaking his head a little bit in disappointment. “I know you are there MidReaper.” The mech growls at the name of Midreaper.

“How did you know Dagger?” The pale yellow and pale white-blue cybertroinian jeep mech with magenta skin comes out of the shadows holding a sharp scythe in his right servo grip. He had his cybertronian jeep wheels slide beside his pale yellow and white-blue shoulder armor, His pale yellow and white-blue arm armor were car doors,the feet of his were the front engine area that had wheels attached to each side of the legs,and his cybertronian jeep windowshield frame acted as his front.“I made sure not to leave a trace of anything or my scent.”

“Listen Midreaper.” GrayDagger said as he snaps his fingers. “I know that you are here anyway by your energy signature and I knew already that I wasn’t the only one here, you failed covering your tracks up because you are here full solid, I don’t tolerate mechs  in my group or side to stay at their own messed up scene. how many protoforms are here?”

“A couple million.” Mid response looking at his scythe’s clean reflecting as he tried to appear not caring for the dark gray wolfs actions and harsh wordings of lesson number one: Never ever stay in your mess even if it means escaping. “What are they for and what are you going to do with ‘em?”
    “I am going to take them all to my home,Weretron.” He starts to explain. “They will be used quite wisely as my father would have wanted..before that Decepticon offlined him! I swore that I would find him and offline him for it.” He shakes his fist angered in the memory of what he had found his fathers condition in.

“I am..sorry..” MidReaper quietly says looking down to the floor. “What was his last words to you?”

“He said.:..Good luck son in your lifecycle,I am confident that you would find you own mate or spark mate through your entire ordeal... those were his last words to me..when he offlined..It meant I inherited his title and power exactly as he died.” Graydagger turns his helmet away from Midreaper then to the hardly online old yellow and white Autobot femme with a cybertronian mode of an Bugatti Veyron,her optics flickered on weakly as her once brightly glowing aqua blue optics glowed so dimly in the mist of near offline as she appeared to have a body form similar to Elita One’s with a different helmet structure.“MidReaper..Who’s is this femme?”

“Why are you asking me?” The taller mech asks the werewolf. “I just attack autobots without asking even if I am a former Autobot too.”

“Then why is her optic color turning red..” The werewolf heads to the weak femme’s direction and kneeled down to see her insignia change into a decepticon. “Whats your name Autobot?”

“I am a Decepticon not a Autobot and the name is..umm.” The femme looked around her surroundings while trying to remember a name that she didn’t know nor remember at all. “The names death.”

“Your full name!”

“Deathcharge.”

“Deathcharge..This is your first lesson as a con here.” He starts to smirk evily.

“How many lessons is there?”

“Hundreds and millions of them.” He exaggerates to the skinny healthy looking femme and uses his ten fingers to scar her hips.“Here’s your lesson..Never trust a Autobot to leave you on a planet with creatures that can turn you into something. MidReaper will take you to a distant friend of mine known very well as Goldspeed...IF he’s online..But you will find the horse bot, he’s orange and yellow.”

“OW! That hurts.” The femme optics twitch in pain feeling something start to happen in her body and DNA begin rip part then combine into new cells forged from the bleeding wound. “What did you do?!”

“Nothing..Just another mode for you to be a triple changer.” GrayDagger brings himself up and walks away from the small new decepticon femme. “Come back for her after fifty nine minutes. Her DNA won’t be cybertronian and if she tries to reinvent her normal cybertronian self then her life would be so wrecked up..This what I do to amnesia bots, they usual change into different modes rather instantly or either gaining another mode to become a Triple Changer.”

    “Follow me.” The jeep tells the werewolf. “I know where the protoform chambers are. but what did you really do?”

“I created another side of her.” Dagger answers grinning evilly. “A side where there is  a con..one that I would want to use to get Avenger down!”

    “I get it now.” Midreaper smirks. “You are a genius Dagger.”

    “Thank you.”

    Graydagger and Midreaper walked to a big entry door giant for a truckload of energon to be driven inside. The jeep mech appeared to be unsure of what was inside of the room or if it was either empty of autobots as protoforms were the only things there. Graydagger, on the other hand, seemed to be prepared for any kind of danger.

    “Mid..did you open this door yet?” He asks the taller jeep mech with his head turned up to him with a frown across his faceplate.

    “No..not yet.”  Midreaper nervously answers rubbing the back of his pale yellow helmet in a back and forth motion as of a nervous action. “You came before I could open the door Graydagger.”

    Graydagger facepalms his forehead. “You should of done it anyway!” The werewolf kicks the door wide open to reveal one cybertronian mech completely dark with bright blue pattern designs all over his armor and his skin being dark as night. “Y-You!?

    “I thought that I offlined you during the great war!” Midreaper growled,digging his stick weapon deep into the ground. The figure steps away seeing how angry the jeep bot appeared to be over him. “step away Dagger, I got some old business to do AGAIN!”

    “I don’t want to mess with him anyway.” The werewolf backs away from Midreaper who looked real mad off the top of his helmet for ideal fumes to come out of his nose,his face be ominous red,and his optics would've been dangerously red if he was in a loony toon cartoon. GrayDagger transformed into his werewolf form standing on his hind feet,He started to gather fifty pods of protoforms and placed them into the corner that glowed a vivid green for a nanoklik as they faded away.

    MidReaper flew back into a wall wounded at the helmet with a deep scar on the flat top side of his helmet designed a lot like blitzwings,imaginary stars went around his head,and the mech shook his head to rid of the imaginary cartoon effects.

“Tronfall!” He said as he brings himself up. “I saw you offline right in front of my optics and I will get rid of you,twice.”

“Tsk,tsk,tsk, your parents were so disappointed once I told them about you.” Tronfall waves his bright blue,black index finger in a back and forth motion as he closed his autobot optics. “I told them at first, but they weren’t convinced for a while till I showed what you were currently doing Mid.”

“They were none of your bussiness.” Midreaper snarls at the mech as he prepared to lunge at him in a pouncing position right at the chest plating, “Nothing in my life cycle is any of your business to dig into.”

“But your kids Midfist and SandReaper part of my bussiness.” Tronfall begin to say opening his optics “You left my sister for offline!”

“She wanted to be left..Wind always wanted to be left somewhere peaceful,where she can get air and offline without being reused as parts for protoforms!” He yells his response.“Besides,you are the cause of her death too.”

Gray delivered somewhere about 250 pods of protoforms to his planet through the entire conversation,When he want to one ajar open pod, Dagger didn’t hesitate to take the right hand side of the stassis pod since there was a shoulder sticking out of the pod and the werewolf used his servos to pick up both sides. that is, before he noticed color begin to appear.
    “Oh slag.” He cussed knowing that he just created another transformer by himself as his three of his fingers dug deep into the protoforms skin. “Midreaper!”

“What do you want?!” The jeep yells back dodging Tronfalls red laser blast and landed onto the ground beside a protoform pod.

“I got to go.” Dagger comes to the mech to see how much inflicted damage was aimed onto him. GrayDagger knew the jeep would probably offline in the Dojo.  “Are you coming to my planet or not?”   

“No, I got this to finish off.” Midreaper says in a determined tone of voice. “Go Dagger.”

“Good bye.” Graydagger waves fading away in the vivid green color taking him to his home planet,Weretron.