"We're attacking?" (Y/D) asked, following just behind Ultra Magnus, "Like, now. Right now?"

         "Yes, for the last time yes. Now go!" he said, shooing her away. (Y/D) jumped in her excitement and helped all she could to get everything ready. She ran into Smokescreen not to long later, both as excited as sparklings. 

         "I can't wait to kick some 'Con's helm in," he grinned, setting down a crate.

         "I don't think they'll come down to us," she noted, "Maybe the Insecticons, but not many drones."

         "That's why we're taking the fight to them!" his grin seemed to widen, "I was put on Ultra Magnus' team!"

         "The Wreckers?"

         "Yeah, we're breaking in through the lower walls, and causing some mayhem!" The femme's optic brow furrowed as she contemplated this, wondering why she wasn't added to this team.      When most of the prep work was done, Megatron's heir went to consult Optimus about it, finding him near the Jackhammer speaking to Wheeljack, most likely about following orders. 

         "Optimus!" she called, "I want to go with the wreckers!" The Prime looked to her, and Wheeljack took this opportunity to slip away.

         "You are needed outside the fortress (Y/D)," he stated, "More than likely your sire will release the predacon, if you're there-"

         "I won't be able to completely control Bronze if that's what you want," she interrupted, "I can redirect his attack to an extent, maybe, but there is no gaurantee."

         "A possibility is all we need."

         "Then could you possibly put me with the Wreckers?" Shaking his helm, Optimus sighed, knowing full well what the reason was for her to ask such a thing, but he new that tactically, it was an idiotic idea to place her with the wreckers. Setting a servo firmly on her shoulder, Optimus left no room for argument.

         "You know very well that placing you with the wreckers not only endangers you, but others as well. Your place is with us on the outside, and under no circumstance, will you engage in an attack against Megatron."

     He gave the femme a firm look, like a sire to its sparkling before it did something bad or disagreeable, and (Y/D) looked to the ground, nodding.

         "It's for your protection," Optimus assured, "As well as the others." He left her by the Jackhammer to ponder what he said, but she was young, and had the rebelliousness of a Decepticon, and the bull-helmed seriousness of her sire. So there she stood, hatching her own plan, and a mischievous smile grew as she bit on a digit, thinking through this plan with the processor of Soundwave's twin, a few twisted ideas that she ignored popping up, but her goal was to be with the Wreckers, not kill off the Autobots and make it look like an accident each time. Of course, these thoughts only came up because of her slight anger at Optimus for not placing her with the Wreckers, and that little voice that was her conscience spoke, telling the berserker side of her to dial down, and allow for more sympathetic and, well, moral thinking.

         "What's with the look?"

     (Y/D) blinked, coming back to the present as she realized Wheeljack had reappeared. He had his usual cocky smirk, charming and roguish as usual, but it confused the femme, and she bit her digit more, looking to the mech currently wiping away the grime from a part of the Jackhammer.

         "You don't seem all to worried..." she noted, surprised as the mech shrugged.

         "It was a weird look, and you were staring at nothing." Giving him a skeptical look, (Y/D) continued to bite on her digit, resulting in the rolling of Wheeljack's optics as he shook his helm.

         "Yeah, I still hate you," he answered the silent question, "But considering you would have let me offline you, I'd rather watch you suffer with the memories." (Y/D) smirked as this new bit of information sunk in.

          "I've underestimated you, Wheeljack," she let her servo fall to her side, "You have a more demented mindset then I thought." The ex-wrecker laughed, placing the part, now clean, on an extended part of his ship, stopping it from rolling onto the ground.

          "Not demented, just not wanting to be offlined myself, self preservation."

         "Call it what you want," the femme turned, wanting to make sure she wasn't left behind, "I'll call it what it is."

     Soon the whole of the team was loaded. The Wreckers to one side, ready to deploy, and Optimus' team to the other, praying to Primus that they were able to break through, knowing that Optimus Prime took every variable into consideration. He thought of what could go wrong, and planned around it, but hoped that things went according to plan. This hope became more desperate as they neared Darkmount, but the leader of the Autobots showed nothing but stoic determination.

          "Autobots, I cannot gaurantee our win today, nor can I say that we may all come out of this battle online," the small group looked to the mech, all having the courage to go on as they listened, "but I can say that I know everyone here will go on, no matter the obstacle faced. A regal silence, the shuffling of a pede, and a heavy sigh from the youngest of the two femmes present.

         "So serious, let's have some fun!"

          "Only you would find death and destruction fun."

          "Said the Wrecker."

          "'Ex'- Wrecker, and that's destruction, not death." Smokescreen snickered, Ultra Magnus shook his helm disapprovingly, and almost everyone else found it rather amusing, even Optimus sported a small smile though it went unnoticed by the group that quieted as the scene of Darkmount became as clear as day, and to close for comfort.

      "FIRE!" came the command from the Prime, and the first shot was taken.