You had been with the Decepticons for a full Earth week now. Bumblebee and Arcee were in the prisoner cells, having been given a break from being interrogated.

Now you were a part of the special fighters group, meaning that you only went to field when needed most. You were with Soundwave, Airachnid, and...Dreadwing.

The two of you had avoided each other like the other was a Scraplet. He was mentally crazed from seeing his long-offlined brother. Megatron was mildly upset about having one of his best fighters taken down by a simple trick for a short period of time.

Knockout and Breakdown were rather interested in your ablilities. You demonstrated countless times, but never told them how you did it no matter how many times they asked or what they bribed you with. Polish and paint? Constantly changing, so no need for that. Red energon? Who needs that if you can fight perfectly fine.

Bribes from the Autobots had been offered as well- better weapons for Arcee and Bumblebee. As tempting as it sounded(as your swords had taken a beating and were now worn down), you didn't want to betray Lord Megatron. A long string of curses came from almost everybody at the Autobot base when you refused.

::(Y/N)! WHERE IN THE PITS ARE YOU?!?!:: of course, it was Knockout. Lord Megatron had ordered him to give you a full check up before he sent you, Dreadwing, and Breakdown on a mission to recover a stolen energon mine from the Autobots.

As you could have imagined, Breakdown was beyond thrilled because it meant that he might get to see you in action again.

Dreadwing, on the other servo, grumbled about it once he was out of audio receptorshot of Lord Megatron. He was still, STILL, miffed at you for two reasons, 1) for beating him in a fight without fighting him, and 2) for dragging his fallen brother into it.

You played it off as 'doing what had to be done,' but you still felt bad about it. After all, you had dragged in the most important Cybertronian of his onlineing into a measly fight. You felt his pain for you using such a trick as it had been used on you yourself in the past.

According to Lord Megatron, you had similar powers one called Makeshift who had been offlined by the Autobot Wheeljack. The only difference was that you had to make physical contact with them.

No one understood how you became Skyquake of you touched Dreadwing though. No one but you. And that was a secret that you most likely would take to the grave.

You arrived in the medical bay only to be bombarded by Knockout's questions. "Where in the pits were you? Why weren't you here sooner? Why is your finish scratched up?" Of course he asked about your finish. It was the only thing in this world that he cared about.

"Ugh, hurry up ya slowpoke! I don't wanna tick off old Megsy out there." Knockout laughed as he stuck a syringe in your arm to draw energon, causing you to wince.

"Alright, alright. Go and enjoy your mission," he said with a wiggle of his optic ridges.

"Ugh, Knockout, for the LAST TIME!" You complained exasperatedly. "We are NOT together!" You walked out the door, but not before leaving a little 'present'. A scream could be heard not long after you left.

"MY PAINT! MY PAINT!" A voice yelled down the halls of the Nemesis. "MY FINISH IS RUINED!"

Picking up the pace, you entered the brig of the ship. Shortly after, Dreadwing and Breakdown arrived.

It was only a long lecture later that the three of you were sent off on the mission to reclaim the energon mine.

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You were relieved to see that Smokescreen wasn't at the mine. What you weren't relieved to see was the remaining Autobot wreckers and Ratchet in the energon mine, picking out the last shard.

"Ugh!" Wheeljack complained. "C'mon Ratchet! This mine's stripped bare! Nothin' left to grab!" The said mech picked up a smaller rock and tossed it into the air and caught it. He repeated this process until he finally dropped the rock, causing it to break into rubble and dust.

"You know, Wheeljack, no sympathy for you if you get mugged by 'Cons!" Ratchet complained. You raised a digit to your comm link button. ::Yo, Sounders:: you hissed quietly, as to not give away your location to the 'Bots, ::Send some backup here. We got a DocBot, Swordsy, and Big, Fat, and Green in here.::

You looked over to your partners. All three of us made optic contact, sharing a silent message. Everyone nodded their helms in approval.

"Three...Two...One...Jump 'em!" You yelled, pulling out your twin blades and dashing up towards Jackie.

The element of surprise was on the side of Decepticons, as the few Autobots took a few moments to realize what was happening. And in those few seconds, you had Wheeljack cornered with energon dribbling down to the cave floor in multiple places and your swords shimmering with liquid energon.

"What is it?" You cooed, mockery dripping from your voice. "Can't handle a bit of your own medicine wrecker?" Wheeljack snarled and broke free of your grip.

A groundbridge appeared, and out stormed about seven vehicons. You made a mental note to thank Soundwave later. And then a second groundbridge opened, and the Autobots ran through. All but one of the poor vehicons were offline. The online one was in need of immediate medical attention.

Last second you caught Wheeljack and threw him towards Breakdown. "Keep him. I'm goin' through. See ya on the other end, mates."

Dreadwing looked like he was about to stop you, but paused. He walked up to you and pulled you into a hug. The reason why was beyond you- after all, he was miffed at you for an entire week. You hugged him back, making Breakdown 'awe' in the background.

"Not a word of this to anyone, Breakdown. Not. A. Word." Breakdown nodded.

You shifted into Wheeljack's smaller form, pulled out the blades, and ran through the closing groundbridge.