A/N

I've just realised I haven't been adding much detail in Sundown's emotions with her single seeker wing, since it shows what she's feeling most of the time, i'll improve on that from now on.

Trust me

"Wheeljack."

Wheeljack turns his helm toward me. "What's up?" He asks, turning away from my room he was about to enter.

"I was wondering if you could convince Optimus to let me go into a scouting mission, being stuck in base it not doing me any good."

It's been a week, Optimus and Ratchet still haven't allowed me to exit the base, not even to drive around since last time, I was captured.

Smokescreen won't stop following me around and apologising every two seconds, which is becoming annoying.

He shrugs, "I'll see what I can do, but you owe me."

I nod, I didn't care what it'd take, becoming stuck inside has got on my nerves, I'm becoming agitated and easily annoyed.

He nods, entering the room as it shuts automatically behind him.

I hope I'm not making a mistake.

~ ~ ~

"But only on a scouting mission, it has a low chance of enemy contact and if you do discover any Decepticons. Wait for backup before engaging."

I nod, barely being able to hold in my excitement, my single seeker wind was raised high, to show my excitement.

"And Wheeljack will accompany you." My wing lowers a little, I was hoping to go alone, but as long as I can go out, I'm happy.

I nod "thank you Optimus."

He nods back, Ratchet was annoyed, muttering things underneath his breath as he wanted me to stay under base arrest for longer.

Optimus, however, could see I was physically fine with my injuries.

Stubborn old mech.

~ ~ ~

After exiting the ground bridge, it closes behind us, my whole body is almost jumping in excitement.

"You must be excited." Wheeljack comments.

"I wonder how you could tell?" I look at him brightly, a grin plastered onto my faceplate.

"Is there something wrong? With you?" Wheeljack raises an optic ridge, "you seem different."

"I haven't been outside in weeks, I'm over energetic and my emotional levels have been raised."

"That explains it."

I look to the sky, looking at the clouds go by above the tree canopy.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"What is?"

I point to the sky, "imagine flying above the clouds, above the atmosphere, watching the stars as you still could see the Earth.

"Watching the sun rise and fall, the sky changing from blue to orange and finally black."

I turn to look at Wheeljack, who looks at me as if I'm crazy. "Well you aren't a seeker, you wouldn't dream of it." I shrug.

"Why is it, that you're a seeker, yet only have one wing and a ground vehicle mode?"

I shrug again, "a while back, I had an operation that gave me a t-cog that allows ground vehicle forms, so I've got two," I tap above my hip, where my natural t-cog rests. "Natural," I tap just above it "built in."

"You didn't answer the first question."

"And I'm not going to."

He sighs. "Why not?"

"Because I'm not." I look to the place we've been bridged to, a jungle.

And the spot above us is the only spot I can see that allows the sky to be seen. The organic vegetation is thick, decaying leaves, branches and other dropped vegetation that now rots away.

Not to mention the brown mud puddles, which I've heard, when getting on your armour, it sticks then hardens, making it hard to get off.

I groan, but begin to walk through the undergrowth, hearing Wheeljack following me from behind.

"No wonder they said it'd be unlikely for Decepticon contact to be made." I mummer, to myself.

I continue walking, the wildlife was entertaining at least, different creatures, flew and climbed around us, a few had wings and long beaks, bright with many different colours, looking it up on the Internet, they're called birds but they remind me of Cyber-Hawks, only much smaller, more organic and less dangerous.

Another creature which intrigued me is one that clung to the many green tangled vines, hanging on with only a tail and pede, watching me with wide optics, well in organic terms, eyes.

Fur - or hair - stuck to its body, most were brown but some were orange and black.

Monkeys, Apes and Orangutans, strange names. I thought.

Doing more research I find the Orangutan species is becoming extinct because of mining, logging and forests being cut down for housing and farming.

Humans only seek wealth and power, not seeing all of the beauty in what is already there, because they are blinded by their ambitions.

Realisation then dawns on me, just like the Decpeticons.

~ ~ ~

"Sundown!"

Wheeljack grabs my arm, my body falls forward, leaning over a cliff as I look into the black abbess. I gasp, mouth agape as I attempt to jump backwards, but the ground underneath me slips, the mud and rocks sliding out from underneath me, dropping towards the death drop.

I turn and grasp onto Wheeljack's arm, clinging to it for its my life support, pressing my helm into his shoulder and chest.

He grabs my other arm, pulling me away from the cliff edge. Before slipping and landing on his back, me, falling forward and landing on his chest and body.

I open my optics, finding his inches away from mine, I flinch back, too close contact.

I try to move away, to get off him but he still has his grip, tight, on my arms.

I begin to panic, I never liked close contact unless it was on the battlefield. "L-let me go!"

He quickly spins us, him now above me and a servo pressed against my mouth, keeping me silent. "Shh!"

"The signal was located out this way."

"See? I told you to was a good idea to put a tracking device on her!"

"I did suggest it."

"But I was the one who did it! Now every time she leaves the shielded base, her signal pops up."

"I know how a tracking device works."

"Well I'm telling you anyway."

Knockout and Breakdown.

Wheeljack looked down at me, seeing the wide optics and no doubt, the vulnerability and fear within them.

He climbs off me, standing up and extending a servo, but I don't take it, because I don't have control of myself anymore.

I looked at his servo, not moving as voices rang into my processor without permission and memories flashed through.

"You should've been better then that Goldstar!"

"You should've died where we left you!"

"Please! Stop!"

"Now you're trying to command me? Ha! See where that gets you."

Another kick was delivered before being hauled up and dragged towards a certain room. "Anywhere but there! I'll do anything you want!"

"Give up your so called, brothers, and we might negotiate."

"N-never!"

"Then so be it."

"Sundown! Sundown to Cybertron! For fraggin' sake! Reply!" The voice sounded desperate, but all I could see was the dark room and him standing in front of me.

"Snap out of it! I need your help!"

I looked up to him, his black dentas reflecting off the small light in the room. It's not real! A voice screamed at me.

Help your partner fight! Or he'll die! Another voice screamed.

Come on Star! They said in union You're stronger then a simple flashback!

I shook my helm, my optics clearing and seeing Wheeljack standing in front of me, a hundred metres away, fighting off Knockout and Breakdown, Wheeljack had his katanas up in a cross position, his pede said digging into the ground but finding no grip as Breakdown pushed against him, straight towards a cliff.

Now, it is raining, making the mud even more slipperier, meaning Wheeljack didn't have much of a chance right now.

Knockout is striding towards me, his servo transformed into a saw. I push myself off the ground where I lay, reaching behind me and grabbing my energon staff.

"That's going to do little to save you." Knockout growls, his voice low and dangerous, his red optics burning with hatred and staring at me, as if I'm his next prey.

"It's not to save me." I growl back, running forward towards him.

He goes to swing, but I lean back, letting the mud let me slide, looking towards Wheeljack, his almost fallen off the edge.

I jump up and spin my staff between my digits, electricity crackling at the end before I jump into the air, turning my body and pushing the electric end into the ground, balancing on the other end as an electromagnetic field pulses through the ground, stunning both Breakdown and Knockout, both collapsing.

I look to Wheeljack, locking optics as I watch, almost in slow motion, as he begins to fall.

I hit the ground and run forward, as fast as I can, sliding along the front of my frame, reaching out a servo as I reach the cliff edge.

I stretch my arm and servo as far as I can, attempting to reach him, but it's an inch too far as his body drops, falling into the black oblivion.