It's been a rough day of Decepticon activity. Everybody was on edge but Ophelia is growing tired of all the battles and she longed for the war to end. 5t3v3 has joined the team and proved himself to be very useful, Optimus on the other hand has been a bit too nice on the battle field.

He's faced off with Megatron multiple times and hadn't once tried to end him, Ophelia has had to save his aft a couple times.

Hence the argument. She saved him from Buckethead and nearly got herself killed in the process and Optimus never wanted her to put herself in his situation.

The two were blowing up at each other in front of the team. Rare very rare.

"I wouldn't have to do that if you had just taken the shot!" Ophelia yelled angrily.

"Well what progress would that make?" Optimus huffed.

"Are you kidding me?" She muttered.

"Ophelia... I do not think you understanding that you nearly got yourself killed yet again. You can not be putting yourself in their situations." Optimus said seriously.

"Well I did it for you. You can't even show a single bit of appreciation for me not letting anything happen to you. Everything I do I do for you and this team! It's not that hard to take one shot! You know that!" She tried reasoning with him.

"Ophelia I am not like you!" He said, tone of voice elevating.

"Like me? What's that supposed to mean? What's so bad about me?" She asked, now pretty pissed.

"You act like your sire!" Optimus finally snapped.

She froze. She was astonished. The entire teamed silently gasped in unison. Ophelia has never in her very, very long lifetime felt so betrayed.

"Kid... Do something..." Wheeljack mumbled to Smokescreen.

"W-What do you want me to do?!" Smokescreen whispered.

"They made you and now fix them!" Wheeljack said back.

"For the sake of Primus I hardly know them!" Smokescreen squealed.

Optimus realized what he had said and for once started to feel legitimate fear and guilt.

"Ophelia I did not mean it like it sounded. I-"

"What else could you possibly have meant then?!" She screamed at him.

"You're not like him just listen sweetsp-"

"Sweetspark nothing! I'm leaving and don't even try to follow! Don't talk to me until I even give you an ounce of a clue that I want anything to do with you!" She snapped.

She transformed and sped out of base in a fit of rage. The entire team stared at him. The only one who wasn't there was Ratchet who had just walked in from his berthroom, everybody but Optimus looked at him for help even though he was clueless as to what had just happened.

"H'what?"

With Ophelia-

Driving around a canyon oblivious as to where she was going, she had zero intention of speaking to Optimus for a long time. The emotional damage he had done to her in one sentence was off the charts.

She didn't know where she was going but as long as it was the opposite direction of Base it was good enough for her. Her surroundings meant nothing to her at the moment.

Exactly why what happened next happened at all.

All of a sudden a black and purple  vehicle adorned with red headlights slammed into the side of her, catching her completely off guard.

She spun out of control, smashed through a guardrail, and off of a hundred foot cliffside.

This should have never happened... This area was strictly prohibited, only for those of military affiliation.

She transformed mid fall, crashing down onto boulders, she was knocked out cold sustaining heavy damages.

At base-

Back at base Optimus wouldn't talk to anybody. He locked himself in his berthroom to blame himself for his rage.

In the medbay area, Ratchet got an alert on one of his massive computer screens.

When he checked on it he was dumbfounded by what he saw. Ophelia's health signal was rapidly decreasing.

"Oh Primus..."