For this chapter, there will be a few new OC's that I will attempt to draw when I get the chance, I've become better at drawing and sketching so I might make another drawing of Sundown, since that drawing was one of my first and isn't the best.

Sacrifice or Suicidal Mission?

Wheeljack enters the ground bridge, entering the Autobot base and yelling out a string of curses before slamming his servo into the wall, making all three children jump and Bulkhead look at him in worry.

He was pissed.

Nobody had to ask him what was wrong, Sundown wasn't back and now Arcee was missing. Jack, however needed to know, so he asked Optimus instead.

Wheeljack stomped away, entering his berth room and slamming the door shut.

He cursed Megatron, he cursed the Decepticons, he cursed every Primus damn one.

He sits on his berth, slamming his helm back and hitting the wall. Why couldn't I save them?

They are both teammates, part of the Autobot family. He failed Jack, failed Optimus, failed Primus, failed Arcee and failed Sundown.

If only it was him instead of them, Sundown has already been tortured, and by the sound of what Megatron said, soon, killed.

Killed . . .

The word echoes around his processor and he sat up, sitting down on his aft, doing nothing won't solve anything.

He needs to be out there, looking for the ship, but it would be long gone by now.

He gets up, walking outside of his door and drives out of the base, ignoring anyone who tried to talk to him, including Bulkhead.

He was going to find them.

~ ~ ~

Sundown gritted her dentas together, feeling the metal in her chest begin to burn, it was painful.

Knockout ahead found an Earth substance that burned and Estes away metal, called acid and Megatron loves it.

Sundown didn't know where Arcee was, unconscious, she still thinks. "Okay, enough torture, let's take you to the thrown room to get beheaded." Breakdown disconnects the stasis cuffs and grabs her upper arm, dragging her along.

The way he went, was different to the way they normally went to the medbay, but she's not happy about it.

She dragged into a room, where red velvet carpet was laid out in the middle, a thrown at the end of the carpet, where Megatron sat, vehicons stood around and some other Decepticons.

She's dragged forward and pushed to her knees.

Megatron smiles, using his sword to tilt her chin upwards. "Having fun Sundown?" She pulls her helm back and spits on the floor, gaining mummers throughout the crowd.

"Silent." Megatron's voice booms, and it all goes quiet.

"I was going to have the pleasure of beheaded this so called Autobot, but I thought of a better idea, why not allow Darkstinger kill his first Autobot?"

The crowd separates, allowing a mech to move forward, Sundown looks up, watching the mech known as Darkstinger stand in front of Megatron, bowing with a servo over his spark.

Darkstinger turned to Sundown, his orange optics glowing with hatred and disgust.

His faceplate is a dark grey, and his helm is similar to that of Megatron's, only having two black horns on each side of his helm, are they related? Sundown thought, he did seem to have similar facial features, only that Darkstinger had more of black and grey colours then silver and grey.

The spikes on his shoulder armour, both pointed to the theory of him being related to Megatron, but Sundown couldn't remember him having any siblings.

Then it clicks.

This is Stinger, The Darkstinger of death, as he was known in the pits. Son of Megatron, he was similar to him in physical appearance and personality wise, both had bloodlust when in the pits, at least when Darkstinger was old enough to fight.

They grew up together, Darkstinger and Sundown were like brother and sister, never being able to be separated, when Sundown had thought he had died in the explosion, she was sparkbroken.

She then avoided anything that reminded her of him, Darkstinger's 'death' was what pushed Megatron over the edge, the explosion was caused by the high council.

But not many knew the truth.

"Hey, Sting." Sundown smiled, forcing it as she struggled to even keep her helm up and not down. "Long time no see."

A flash of warmth floods his cold, orange optics, but disappears as soon as it appears. "Didn't know ya were alive, if I did, I would've visited sooner."

He said nothing, drawing his sword, exactly like Megatron's and Sundown's, he raised it, ready to bring the sharp blade down on his former friends helm.

No remorse and no pity within his optics.

Megatron leaned forward in his throne, watching with hungry optics to wait for the Autobot to be behelmed.

Every pair of Decpeticon optics were drawn to the scene, none, not even Soundwave realising that Autobots stood hidden in the crowd, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Arcee had already been rescued, she was in the safety of their hidden base, it was easy killing the two vehicons guarding her, but this will be a lot harder.

They needed to rescue her, taking her out of the room and fight before bridging her to base.

Sundown believed this was the end, believed it was over and that she will now perish in the servos of the enemy.

She wasn't afraid about dying.

Only what laid after it.

She was no angel, she didn't do many or any good deeds in her life cycle, almost everything she did was selfish and to ensure she would survive, even if others perished because of it.

She would be going to the pits, no doubt about it. She would be greeted by Unicron and he would take her to the eternality of pain and suffering.

She didn't dare close her optics, keeping them focused on the blade, but seeing something shimmer on the roof above Megatron's helm.

She narrows her optics, trying to focus on it, before spotting it.

It's a Cybertronian.

Extremely hard to pinpoint, but if she focused on it enough, she can see the outline of a thin femme body, she is a paint shifter.

Paint shifters can't change or shift their frames to look like another being like shifters, instead it is used for stealth. If wished so, their paint would change to the background of what she was on, but with a good optic, you can spot them.

Amateurs can't, but since Sundown herself is an assassin, she's worked with paint shifters before, and needed a good optic to keep an optic on where their partners are at all times, the only downside is their optics, which couldn't be hidden as easily unless they wore a mask or visor.

The femme had her back to the roof, magnetic pulses through her servos, pedes and back keep her atop in the air, she was staring directly at Sundown, purple optics glowing in the darkness.

This was the rescue attempt for Sundown's life, she knew it.

Darkstinger begins to bring down the sword, but before he can touch Sundown's helm or frame, the femme drops from the roof, moving through the air before she lands between Sundown and Darkstinger, holding her arm up to protect Sundown and block Darkstinger's hit.

Darkstinger widens his optics, looking to the femme who stood in front of him, now her paint black and a camouflage green the human military would use.

Once the Decpeticons realise what's happened, chaos breaks loose.

Decepticons activate their weapons and surge forward, attempting to attack the femme who saved an Autobots life.

Before they can get far, a mech pulls himself from the crowd and begins to make his own path, leaving corpses behind him.

He reached Sundown and the femme, Sundown immediately realised they were twins, both had the black and camouflage paint but the mech was much taller and stronger, while the femme was thinner and shorter, a few feet taller then Sundown.

The femme helped Sundown to her feet, a mask and visor slipping over her faceplate before Sundown can look.
"Move as quickly as you can." She spoke, and Sundown happily obliged.

The mech punched, pushed and snapped necks of anyone who got into their way, the femme helped Sundown to walk and stand while also throwing punches with her free arm.

Megatron stood, going to go after then before Wheeljack slams the hilt of his katana into his helm, his limp form falling on the ground, before running out to help the three.

They exited the room, Wheeljack calling for a bridge as Decpeticons begin to come closer to them. "Come on, doc." He muttered before the ground bridge opens, running through and closing it just before the drones ran through.

As soon as the Autobots saw the two strangers, they pointed their weapons at them, and they do the same.

"You didn't say you had company!" Ratchet yells, no Autobot seeing Sundown who was clinging to the femme, as if she let go, she would die.

"And I also didn't mention that they saved Sundown, I merely watched." Wheeljack admits, glaring at the medic.

"Then where is she?" Ratchet demands, a clang alerting his attention, Sundown collapsing and falling unconscious, the strain of her time on the nemesis, the attempted escape and rescue, finally taking ahold of her energy.

The femme crouches down beside her, looking up and staring at Ratchet with cold optics. "They are friends, just a little bit strange and dangerous, so don't point your weapons at them."

Listening to Wheeljack's advice, the Autobots slowly lower their weapons, and so does the mech, the femme already having her weapons away.

Ratchet slowly moves forward, towards Sundown. The mech steps back, to allow him room while the femme doesn't move and inch.
"I need you to move."

Her head snaps up, glaring at him and Ratchet wishes he didn't ask her too. "I'm not leaving her side."

Ratchet shrugs, "fine then, help me move her to the medbay."

The mech watches each Autobot aside from Ratchet and Wheeljack, Optimus, Bumblebee, Smokescreen and Bulkhead.

Optimus steps forward, "who is it that we thank for saving our comrade?"

The mech looks at him, his visor sliding up, exposing his silver face. "Silversky, the femme in with the medic is my twin sister, Silverstar."

"What faction are you?"

"Rogue." Silversky says bluntly, "we choose neither Autobots or Decpeticons."

"Both, to us. Are our enemies." Silverstar speaks, walking out of the medbay. "But also our friends."

"How does that work?" Bumblebee asks, confused.

Silverstar looks at him, "both killed our kind, the ex-prince, Starscream doomed our kind for becoming a Decpeticon and convincing everyone else to do the same, the Autobots burned Vos, killed hundreds. Mechs, femmes, sparkling, you name it."

Silversky looks to Optimus, almost glaring "you remember that, don't you Prime? You did lead the attack."

Wheeljack sees this, and steps closer to Silversky, getting ready in case he needed to pull him back from attacking Optimus.

"We don't need to fight here, we've just saved Sundown and I'm sure Optimus will allow you two to stay here, at least for the night."

Silversky shook his helm, but Silverstar spoke "we aren't staying. We are going to explore this world, then leave it after collecting enough energon for another trip through space."

She turned and held out a fist to Wheeljack, "nice seeing you again Jackie."

He bumps it with his own "nice seeing you and Sky again, hope to see you guys soon."

"You will." Silversky assures. "We aren't killed off too easily." As he two bumps his fist with Wheeljack's.

"I remember."

Both twins left the base, transforming into Cybertronian jets and flying off. "How do you know them?" Bulkhead asks, normally he knew everyone of Wheeljack's friends.

"After you left, we needed another wrecker. Silversky wanted to get in, and he was really good, but he wouldn't join unless we let Silverstar in as well. They are good Cybertronians, a little bit strange ever since Vos but you can't blame them."

"How did you convince them to help you rescue Sundown?"

"I didn't, they found me."