#Autobot Hubcap

[driver270]

Wrong Name 🤖☕️

If Cliffjumper thinks he's got it bad...

[prodigyduck]

The new Transformers Contact Build is for Hubcap!

This is unofficial, fan-made content using the #Transformers #Essence20 #rpg by Renegade Game Studios

[pinkanonwrites]

Gotta get my head on straight so I can write the G1 Hot Rod/Car Wash Attendant Reader I've had buzzing in my brain for literal months.

Like imagine you work at a car wash near Autobot city and have had a few bot customers in the past, typically bots like Pipes and Beachcomber after they got a bit too dirty roughing it around the open terrain. But today it's Hot Rod, and boy does he live up to his name. Perfect paint, golden flame decals, a slick spoiler? He's quite a looker, that's for sure.

And you'd heard about Hot Rod from his teammates before, but he's surprisingly.... Not as bombastic as you may have expected? He's definitely chatty, but it's more of a long-winded, almost anxious string of babble. His wheels shift back and forth like nervous feet as you smooth the wax across his hood, and at one point your fingers trace the edge of his spoiler and he responds by nearly jumping out of his wheel wells, joined by the loudest HONK you'd ever heard come out of a sports car.

Meanwhile, from Hot Rod's perspective, he's cursing Beachcomber for telling him what a nice place this was to relax. How can he relax when the human feeling up his door jambs and hubcaps is so cute? Hot Rod doesn't do embarrassed, but something about you just makes his tanks turn in the best possible way. He's not even sure what he's talking about, just that the act of running his mouth is distracting enough that you don't notice the way his engine revs every time your fingers dance along the seams of his panels. He's sparkling clean on the outside when he finally trundles out of your car wash, but in his processor he's an absolute MESS.

You don't even notice the pinkish puddle on the concrete right below where he'd been parked, as it's quickly washed away by the hose.

[churino]

Design for hubs

After cosmos was launched into orbit she began to broadcast a message from optimus prime of the allspark's discovery, calling every autobot to earth. But the first bots to awnser the call couldn't care less about that, the punks from the hot rod patrol have come to earth for their own reasons

Hubs is the newest and youngest menber of the hot rod patrol. Acting as hotrod's replacement, she's not as antagonistic towards the throttlebots as the rest of her team.

She's a good girl from good parents, trying to find her way in the world, so of course, she hates them and wants to be a real rebel, being part of the hot rod patrol is her way of doing that. So she doesn't quite see eye to eye with their leader.

Back home the hot rod patrol's job is to test drive new experimental tech developed by the wreckers, so they're outfitted with a lot of weird tech, the hubcaps on her back wheels can be removed and used as weapons similar in use to Chakrams

The hot rod patrol are the autobot equivalent to the punk subculture and used to count hot rod himself as one of their numbers until the name went to his head and he pissed every single one of them off, causing them to throw him out and into Optimus' team.

Although they still hate hot rod, they felt guilty when he was tought to be dead alongside the rest of Optimus' team after disappearing above earth's orbit all those years ago, So when message came of their survival, the hot rod patrol stole a ship so they could come to the rescue, only to get stuck on earth themselves

[imadeitworseyourwelcome]

Do No Harm, Take No Scrap

Part 3

( warning, non consensual body modification )

Voices echoed down the corridor, accompanied by heavy footsteps. Ratchet onlined his one good optic as the footsteps stomped closer and slowed down. Finally Megatron stepped into view, standing directly in front of the cell.

"I see you've already patched yourself up, doctor," Megatron said as he eyed the fresh welds along Ratchet's frame.

Ratchet only glared in response.

"Good medics are hard to come by," Megatron continued with a sneered, "and so much harder to keep alive."

Ratchet used the cell wall for balance as he slowly stood. He kept his expression even, not acknowledging Megatron's words, or threat.

"The decepticons could put your skills to good use,"

That prompted Ratchet to raise an eyebrow, the decepticons were brutal. Well known to abandon their injured on the battlefield, rather than bringing them back to their base for medical treatment.

"What makes you think I would I do anything for the decepticons? For you?" Ratchet scoffed, his voice crackling as he spoke. He suspected he had suffered more internal damaged than he had initially realized, perhaps a crack in his voice box...

"If you don't," Megatron flashed an evil grin, "I will help more autobots will meet their unfortunate ends."

"Becasue that would be so out of character for you," Ratchet shot back.

With him missing, and the deaths of Hubcap and Bulkhead.. the autobots would raise their guard. Luring more into such an unimaginative trap would be difficult.

"Perhaps you haven't put together what happened to the rest of the missing autobots?"

Ratchet faultered, had the decepticons taken more prisoners? But if that was so, the others weren't being held here..

"Where are they?" Ratchet demanded, his voice box clicking painfully causing his words to sound rather garbled.

"They are... being put to good use," Megatron said slowly, with a dark grin.

Ratchet clenched his fists, he did not like the sound of that. He hadn't seen any sign that they were holding other autobots prisoners. They had no reason to. They were just trying to scare him into doing what they want.

"You and your decepticons killed Hubcap and Bulkhead without hesitation." Ratchet argued, ignoring the sharp pain in his throat, "You only took me alive to try to blackmail me into working for you." He crossed his arms defiantly, "Unless you have proof that you actually have autobot prisoners, you have no leverage here."

Megatron's expression didn't change, wicked grin still plastered on his face, completely unfazed by Ratchet's demands.

The shield between them suddenly deactivated and Megatron took a threatening step into the cell. Ratchet staggered back in surprise, wincing as the abbrupt movement stressed his fresh welds.

"You are in no position to make demands," Megatron leaned towards him, menacingly. "But I'm not completely unreasonable,"

Megatron stepped back out of the cell and waved over two guards, "Take him to Shockwave's lab,"

Ratchet's eyes widened in horror, there was only a few things worse than nursing his wounds in a decepticon holding cell. Being torn apart by a mad scientist was one of them.

The guards rushed into the cell, Ratchet tried to dodge them, but his weak leg gave out. The only thing that kept him from falling flat was one of the guards roughly grabbing him by the shoulder.

Ratchet wrenched his arm away from them, ignoring the pain that shot through his leg as the weld threatened to split. He didn't have any chance of escaping here, he knew that. But he wasn't going down without a fight.

The guards were unamused by his attempts to fend them off. Scrambling to get control over his uncoordinated strikes. He managed to twist an arm free of their hold, and landed a punch square in the guard's face.

They growled a curse as they reeled backwards, holding their freshly broken nose.

He surprised himself, he hadn't actually expected to be able to land any meaningful attacks.

The guard turned back to him with a fresh fury and sharply returned the favour, sending Ratchet crashing to the ground. His head bounced off the floor, and as he desperately tried to hold onto consciousness... He could have sworn he heard someone laughing.

.

.

.

Ratchet was sick of getting knocked out and waking in unfamiliar places. He groggily surveyed the room, it was lined with all manner of scientific equipment. Various vials and beakers strewn across all counter surfaces. The walls were lined with large screens, scrolling with equations.

His processor felt suspiciously fuzzy.. he suspected more than the guard's strike had kept him unconscious.

He cautiously pulled himself to a seated position. Even though he had moved slowly, his head throbbed. He was unsure if it was from the guards strike or a side effect of whatever he had been given... Probably a mix of both.

At least he seemed to still in one piece...

"Alterations are complete, though I fail to see the point,"

Ratchet whipped around to face the voice, immediately regretting the speed of his action, as his vision swam. He gripped his helm as he waited for the dizziness to clear.

Shockwave and Megatron had been standing in Ratchet's newly acquired blindspot.

As his vision cleared, he noticed his paint was no longer white and red.

Clearly he had been repainted with whatever  had been laying around, darker colours like blues and purples. The autobot badge on his chest had been replaced with a decepticon one. He instantly lifted his hand to remove it, only to realize that it was welded in place.

"Now you look like a proper decepticon," Megatron declared with a grin.

Ratchet tried to snark back, but only a grinding noise came out of his mouth. He held his throat as he coughed violently. The sound was rattley and hollow - his vocalizer had been deactivated.

He felt his neck and pulled at the battle mask which he found was also welded in place.

"Oh, and that," Megatron spoke with a sick amusement in his voice, "You don't need to speak to do your job,"

Ratchet fixed him with a glare, hoping it would convey what he wanted to say.

"Well since you clearly have no objections," Megatron let out a self satisfied cackle, "Allow me to escort you to the medical bay."

The decepticon leader didn't even give Ratchet a chance to stand, before he dragged him off the table and forced him out the door.

Ratchet's processor was still a bit hazy, trying shake off the last of the sedation. So much so that he didn't fight as much as he had intended to.

It took a few minutes of walking through the maze of corridors, but finally his senses returned to him just as Megatron halted infront of a set of doors. Ratchet tried to pull his arm away, but he was unable to free himself from Megatron's grip.

The warlord paid no mind to his increased struggling, as they quickly typed a code into the keypad. The doors swished open to reveal a small room. Rather half-hazardly thrown together, it looked like it was a storage room until recently. It was practically empty, save for a few crates and a table. It was in no way ideal.

Ratchet counted himself lucky that he could transform his hands into the tools he needed, as this medical bay- if you could even call it that- was void of any tools.

Megatron dramatically swept his arm, presenting the room, "Your decepticon medical bay,"

Ratchet stubbornly attempted to speak again, the forced silence only added to his irritation.

Did Megatron honestly think giving him - an autobot - medical access to the decepticons was a good idea?

Granted, tempting as it could be- he is a doctor. And he would never purposely hurt a patient. Even if they were a decepticon.

"If you try anything- if any decepticons die during treatment," Megatron said, as if reading his mind, "Then the other autobot prisoners will be executed." Narrowed his eyes and pointedly added, "In front of you."

Ratchet didn't know what to do... He didn't want to risk trying to call Megatron's bluff. Even if the decepticons didn't have any other prisoners, he wouldn't put it past them to catch an autobot just to kill them.

Megatron took Ratchet's sudden rigid demeanor as a victory over the medic.

The door swished open again, reluctantly Ratchet turned his attention to it.

"Ah, your first patient, doctor," Megatron stepped to the side as a seeeker hesitantly stepped forward, cradling their arm.

Ratchet recognized them, they were one of the decepticons from the cliff, the one he himself had stabbed.

With a quick glance at the wound (and being the one who inflicted it), he could tell the cut wasn't very deep and not life threatening. But if it wasn't closed properly and maintained, could easily get infected. By the look of the wound, it had already been a few days... That was much more time than he had thought passed.

He grumbled to himself, or at least tried to, his disabled vocalizer only made a hollow, painful clicking noise.

The two decepticons stared at him expectantly. Reluctantly he took hold of their arm to stabilize it as he worked. It didn't take long until the wound was cleaned and closed.

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Megatron smirked, satisfied with the result of his scheme.

Ratchet once again glared at the warlord, attempting to make any form of noise had proven pointless. Instead he tried flicking his hands, using his somewhat limited sign language to tell off the decepticon leader.

The seeker tensed, but it appeared Megatron did not understand, or care what he was trying to convey.

"It is so amusing to watch you attempt to convey.. whatever you are." They wore a dark grin as he chuckled, "Perhaps Starscream could benefit from the same treatment,"

Ratchet just crossed his arms, if they actually wanted to proceed with such a procedure- it would not be him preforming it.

Megatron turned to the seeker, "You are on guard duty. Make sure the good doctor continues to behave himself."

The seeker looked as though they wanted to object, but kept their mouth shut as the warlord exited the room.

Ratchet leaned on an empty crate, taking the weight off his injuries. He would have to do more invasive repairs to his leg if he was going to be mobile enough to escape.

He sharply shot the guard a look, causing them to uncomfortably figet under his gaze.

Ratchet smirked, obscured by the battlesheild. Even if he wouldn't be able to escape immediately, he wasn't going to take this laying down. And he was certainly not going to "behave".

[elfdragon12]

Could you imagine Tracks showing Raoul his spark first time, there’s a sense of intimacy and trust that is so beautiful.

Like, would there be hesitantion on Raoul’s side as he was told that showing one’s sparks is a very vulnerable moment for a bot and Tracks willingly showed his.

I could! TTATT Ugh! I love spark intimacy!! (There's also a spicy fanfic on AO3 with a similar premise, but this is such a good topic!)

Here's a little something! ------ Tracks had his processor made up! Well, in all honesty, it had been made up at least two weeks ago. However, there always seemed to be something that interrupted him just before he was ready or the moment just didn't seem quite right. Hardly anyone would call him shy or hesitant. Quite the opposite, really.

Showing someone else his spark was another matter entirely, especially to someone of another species like Raoul.

The universe seemed to smiling on him for once on this particular evening.

Sparkplug Witwicky was leaving the garage he and the Autobots used in New York City and was allowing Tracks and Raoul to close up for the night. He teased them about not getting into any trouble before leaving the garage. Raoul had replied about not making any promises.

They were all alone.

Now the car bays were clear, the tools all organized, and the space just about all tidied up. There wouldn't be much more time before they shut off the lights and he needed to take the young man home for the evening.

Tracks cleared his vocalizer--perhaps not one of the better habits he picked up on this planet--and spoke. "Raoul, before we leave, I need to speak to you about something."

"Sure thing, man." Raoul grabbed his leather jacket, draping it over his arm before he turned those wonderful dark eyes up. "I thought you'd been a bit quiet today. What's up?"

"Sharp as always," he said with a little smile. This is what he loved about the little human, always so insightful and quick. He settled down on his knees. For something like this, they should be face to face or close enough, in their case. "This is something that's been on my processor for a while now, Raoul. We've been dating for a while now."

Raoul's eyes were watching Tracks. He kept his face neutral, but Tracks could see his brows furrow just the littlest bit. "Yeah, Tracks," he drew the word out, uncertainty leaking into his tone, "we've been having a pretty good time, right? We spend a lot of time together, I polish your hubcaps real shiny, you fly me over the city, and I think we got a lot of chemistry." Strands of his dark hair shifted across his headband as he tilted his head. "Unless I'm not reading things right."

"Oh!" Tracks's hand shot to his chest in surprise. Oh! This was not quite going how he'd hoped! "You are reading things right! I adore our time together, Raoul! You are a wonderful human and I have never been more grateful to have damaged my finish than the day I met you!" In an attempt to be closer, Tracks adjusted his position and sat down. "You have brought me more joy than anyone I've ever met. That's why-" He cut himself off. This was it. This was the moment. "That's why I would like to bare my spark to you!"

There was a little "thwump" as Raoul's jacket hit the ground. His jaw dropped as he stared up at Tracks with wide eyes.

"Raoul?"

He leaned forward, his feet inching him forward in hesitance. "R-really? You want to bare your spark? To me?" His eyes never left Tracks's face. "Your spark is your soul."

"So you are paying attention to Ratchet's lessons," Tracks teased. From the way Raoul's face shifted from wide shock to that exasperated half-smile, it worked exactly how he'd hoped. "But yes, Raoul. My spark is my soul. When we feel strongly towards another person, we share the light of our sparks with them." His optics turned down to look at his servo. It was large and metal, so much different from the small and fleshy hand of Raoul's. How had he could to feel so close with someone so different? "You may not be able to bare your-your heart to me in the same way, but I want to bare my spark to you. To share it with you in a way that I would with no one else. To show you how bright you make my spark burn."

"Tracks-" Raoul's voice was barely a whisper. No words escaped him as he stepped closer and closer until their hands touched. "Tracks, we've been through a lot together. That day, I thought I hit the jackpot with a fancy looking car I could fix up and ship out, but-" He paused. "But I met you instead. It's been a crazy and wild ride and I wouldn't do it with anyone else." His hand slipped further to rest in the giant metal palm. "Tracks, I'd be honored to see your spark."

Relief and elation was a heady cocktail in Tracks's circuits. The controls for his spark casing activated before his processor could even think of anything to say.

However, as the light of his spark washed over Raoul's face, he thought perhaps that this was moment that needed nothing more.

[octaviousnight]

He's small, he's yellow, and to his dismay is is always mistaken for the autobot you are probably thinking this is the grumpy and overlooked Bumper. Why would I use this poor obscure piece of trivia over say...Cliffjumper, Hubcap, or the not named yellow one you've been thinking of the the past couple minutes? I thought given how much of a lack of presence he has in both toys and fiction I figured this gave me a bit more creative leeway as to how to approach him as a character.

First off going into the design as a lover of old cars a vintage taxi seemed like a shoe-in, especially as a vehicle type its SEVERELY underrepresented in this franchise...just like Bumper himself, I specifically wanted him to have a slightly more g1 toy inspired body shape what with the wheels on the hands n whatnot. Those in specific I wanted to make use out of other than just being kibble so I made them arm mounted guns.

I also wanted to have a little fun being able to do what I want with his character so I used his underused nature as part of his character now. How can such a little bot be such a sourpuss? Well when most of your autobot comrades often ignore you it tends to make you a little grumpy. And much to his dismay the only Autobot that ever acknowledges him other than his commanding officer Jazz is Arcee who he wishes WOULD leave him alone.

[pudgy-planets]

Friendly, yet untrustworthy communications expert and con artist, Hubcap.

Cantankerous, rule-breaking, and rough-riding soldier with an Australian accent (despite never setting foot there-), Outback.

Some Mini-Bots. Will be finishing the rest so I can finally start on the 1986 autobot combiners.

[decepti-thots]

20, hubcap!

"Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn’t matter?"

canonically, hubcap and bumblebee WERE friendly at one point pre-war, and frankly i think hubcap would benefit enormously from being friends with him again. tbh. he's a very calming presence! good listener! non-judgemental, but will still be like, okay, well, perhaps we can find a solution to processing that traumatic experience that does not involve doing some discrete murder accomplice-ing! hubcap basically winds up being someone who has been left feeling totally powerless and paranoid on all sides, and if there's anyone who could maybe make a dent in that, i feel like bumblebee would be a good shout. and also willing (as this has unfortunately been made his unofficial role in the autobots, lmaooo) to play unpaid therapist a bit oop

people would probably ask if they're siblings a lot, though, which might get annoying. (hey, they look at least as similar as sunny and sides, lbr.)

this would admittedly have the funny side effect of bee having to listen to a lot of ranting about prowl, who he is ostensibly good friends with, but you know on the flip side being friends with prowl is probably the single best preparation for understanding exactly what pisses everyone else off about him you can get. so.

[sonicasura]

Ok even Sadder HC, this time for Bumblebee and the Aquatos

You know how there are Autobots that look like Bumblebee like Cliffjumper, Bumper, Hubcap and Gold Bug. Well hear me out they're actually brothers with Gold Bug being the Oldest of the brothers, when all 5 worked together they were one of the best scouting and recon teams out there. Unfortunately their family was torn apart(literally) when a Decepticon Commander Straxus sent out the Dreads to hunt them down. Only Bumblebee survived the experience with his voice box ripped out by Berserker

You really want the Aquato family to be protective of Bumblebee, huh? My man already got found family'd by them, they will throw hands for each other if given the chance. Especially Nona and Raz.

[almightyrayzilla]

Here's my latest 3D print project - Ultra Magnus!

Admittedly, I've told a few people that my next Transformer model would be a Bumblebee, but I had already started modeling Magnus' head. Heck, I even considered ONLY doing the head and putting it on the Optimus body, but that wouldn't be as fun.

Speaking of Optimus, I took the approach of "retooling" my Optimus model. After all, the original toy is essentially Optimus, but with a car carrier trailer that becomes battle armor (which the cartoon bypassed and just made the armored form his character design). I did do a little prototype head, but I didn't consider the design final until I could look at it and hear Robert Stack's voice coming from it, which is what we have here. As for the printing itself, I used blue, matte red, and silk white overall, and black and silk silver for the tires and hubcaps (on his feet). Then it was the usual assembly with superglue, and on some areas using Perler beads as guide posts. The only paint on him is a metallic blue for the eyes, and the Autobot logo was from a small decal sheet I got with TransArt Metal T. Rex.

Naturally, he's quite hefty!

Also of note with the comparison shots, you can see where I had loads of fun with the silk silver, especially on that Optimus and Megatron (I made that Soundwave prior to getting it, so those silver parts are all painted).

Since I went bigger with Magnus, I think it'll be kinda fun to do Bumblebee next (for real this time), since he'd be smaller. Just need some yellow filament first.

[pocoslip]

I guess any Autobots like Arcee and Inferno can be Part of the Wreckers

(still surprised that brawn and sideswipe have not join the wreckers yet)

[mr-camhed]

Hubcap:

Dacia Sandero

Potential modern/post war Cliffjumper:

Honda Civic Type-R

Outback:(Before the war, Outback was a Police officer. He was known for his almost Religious fanaticism to law, order and justice. Unfortunately, he was pledging his unyielding loyalty to a system rigged by the Senate and in proxy, the Functionists in their favor to control Cybertron and crush any dissidents, who Outback would not hesitate to apply excessive force or even outright murder upon before justifying it by his allegiance to the law and justice, which the Senate exploited to maximum as unlike a Corrupted officer, Outback was doing their bidding for free.

It was until he was Considered a liability and sent to be killed as a collateral or scapegoat in the Senate's attempted Assassination of Orion Pax by dispatching him to investigate the attack on the grand Archives before it happens so that he was trapped inside and attacked by the "Decepticon Terrorists" when he realized what was happening which prompted him to join Orion Pax's faction and helped Ariel and other survivors in the archive in bringing down the attackers.

After the war began, Outback becomes a member of the Autobot Judicial forces, a Military Police organization tasked in capturing Decepticon Saboteurs and Autobots who steps out of the line and jeapordizes innocents. )

VW Type 82 Kubelwagen(WWII)

Jeep XJ Cherokee

Warpath:

M4A4 Sherman Firefly(WWII)

M8 Buford Armored gun system(Modern day)

Windcharger:

Lancia 037 Rally Stradale

Rook(The Journalist, not the Protectobot):

Pontiac Fiero GT

Tailgate:

Second Generation Toyota MR2

Powerglide:

Illyushin IL-2(WWII)

(Modern day Powerglide is still an A-10)

Alternate mode(Earth mode) of some of the evergreen Transformer Character in my AU/Storyline: (color Maybe not representative of Character)

Optimus Prime:

Scania R 770 Semi tractor(regular mode)

Edison Motors Model BDE Diesel Electric Semi tractor(Super mode)

Megatron:

Belyy Tigr(WWII)

M110 203 mm self-propelled howitzer(Earth Campaign)

Armored Recovery Vehicle(post-war)

Knockout(the red Decepticon Medic):

Alfa Romeo 8C Competizione

Bumblebee:

Ford Ka(inexperienced)

VW Golf R/GTI(veteran)

Cliffjumper:

AMC Hornet SC 360

(to be continued)

[cleverthylacine]

character ask game... Lets see some ships for, bum bum bum. Hubcap?

omg I love you shy, you picked someone I barely know.

everything I know about hubcap comes from the wreckers stuff :) OK, here goes: It would have been obvious to see him with Prowl if things had gone differently. In an aemulor relationship (aemula endura) which is fanon from a very specific group of TF fans that I was on the fringes of once upon a time.  This is kind of like a pitchrom (from Homestuck) where you are rivals or enemies who romance each other, but also try to make each other better (either on purpose or intentionally.)  I think if Hubcap had been on Prowl’s aft in every sense of that word and hadn’t been spoilered instead, it would have had a very good effect on Prowl’s morals and Obnoxious Personality Disorder.

Or Prowl would’ve flipped the wrong table on him and killed him, of course.

But honestly anyone who fucks Prowl either has “I can fix him disease” or “I could make him so much worse” disease (hi Meso). <3

[limited-practice]

There's something about Autobots wearing a Decepticon badge that is just so. Good. It looks great on them and there's going to be a story behind why they defected or are undercover and I just love it all.

Cons switching sides is good as well (Ambulon you're forever perfect), but there’s just something about a ‘good’ guy who’s sick of the hypocrisy and limitations of being part of the Autobot machine that makes me love them even more.

[imadeitworseyourwelcome]

Do No Harm, Take No Scrap

Part 1

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"The origin of the distress beacon is just up ahead." Ratchet announced as he transformed into his bot mode, the other two followed suit.

Lately autobots on patrol had been dropping off the map. With any luck, one had resurfaced with information on where the others had dissapeared to.

They were in a rocky, wide open area above a cliff.

"There's nothin' out here," Bulkhead said looking around the immediate area, "you sure we got the right spot?"

Ratchet opened his mouth to answer when a shot rang out and Hubcap's chest exploded with fire.

Bulkhead looked around wildly, trying to find where the shot came from.

Hubcap was dead before they hit the ground.

Ratchet ducked down, but there was no cover to hide behind, they were sitting ducks.

The origin of the shot became apparent as decepticons stepped into view.

The distress signal hadn't come from an injured autobot- it was an ambush.

"Stupid autobots. So willing to walk into a trap," a seeker mocked.

The decepticons were moving in, forming a semi circle to close off their escape routes, forcing them towards the cliff.

Bulkhead gave Ratchet an uneasy look, they were outnumbered, out gunned and running out of time to escape.

Bulkhead gritted his teeth and pulled out his gun, stepping infront of Ratchet and opening fire on the advancing decepticons. The closing ring faultered as they too felt the disadvantage of having no cover to hide behind.

Bulkhead continued to fire as they both bolted for the break in formation.

Shots peppered Bulkhead's heavy armor, spareing Ratchet from the majority of shots.

A much larger gun echoed through the air and Bulkhead stumbled backward. Ratchet jumped forward to help steady him, Bulkhead's heavy armor had warped from the heat of the shot, and enegon began to trickle out of the cracks.

Bulkhead raised his arm to return fire, but another loud shot sent his gun flying from his hand.

Now disarmed, the decepticons ceased fire, but their guns remained trained on the two autobots.

Bulkhead craddled his singed hand and shot Ratchet a concerned look, before glaring back at the decepticons.

"So caring, such a pitiful weakness," Megatron stepped forward, cannon still smoking, "and so easy to exploit."

Bulkhead was still poised for a fight. Ratchet tightened his grip on Bulkhead, with his injuries, he didn't stand a chance. Even without his injuries he wouldn't stand a chance.

Ratchet narrowed his eyes, but if they didn't try something soon... there was no chance they'd get out of here alive.

"What do you want Megatron?" Ratchet demanded.

Megatron laughed as he walked forwards and leveled his cannon with Ratchet's head, "You should know by now that squashing autobots is a favored past time of mine,"

Glaring up the barrel at Megatron, Ratchet felt Bulkhead tense beside him, but had no time to react before he jumped into action. Lunging forward, grabbing Megatron's cannon and shoving it away from Ratchet.

The other decepticons looked amused as Megatron and Bulkhead grappled. Megatron lifted his cannon towards Bulkhead, Ratchet jumped in and grabbed ahold of Megatrons arm trying to force the cannon away from Bulkhead. But Ratchet wasn't able to get enough leverage against him, as his arm continued to pull towards Bulkhead, dragging Ratchet with it. Ratchet transformed his hand into a knife, sparks crackled as his blade dug into the cannon, disabling it.

Megatron growled as he flung Ratchet off his arm. Using the opening, Bulkhead punched Megatron square in the face.

Megatron recovered quickly and returned the favour, causing Bulkhead to topple over.

Megatron turned his attention to the medic on the ground, "You're just delaying the inevitable,"

"You're right," Ratchet narrowed his eyes, "Next time I won't aim for your gun,"

He could see Bulkhead picking himself off the ground behind Megatron, ready for another round.

There was a sudden pulse of thrusters and Starscream rocketed forward, pushing Bulkhead over the cliff.

"No!" Ratchet made a lunge for Bulkhead as he fell, but was yanked back from the ledge by another decepticon.

"Whatever would you do without me?" Starscream smirked.

Megatron only rolled his eyes on response.

Starscream huffed as he rejoined the formation.

Ratchet struggled against his captor's grip.

"So eager to join your friend," the decepticon mused, "Even you couldn't save him now, doctor,"

Ratchet gritted his teeth and stabbed their arm, they released him with a yelp.

He stumbled forward, spinning around to brandish his small blade at the decepticons.

He had even less of a change of winning this fight that Bulkhead had...

Megatron stepped towards him, "Your friend didn't stand a chance, what make you think you'll fair any better?"

Ratchet rushed forward, aiming his blade center mass. But Megatron easily swatted his attack aside, grabbing Ratchet by his neck and lifting him off the ground. He struggled against his grip to no avail.

"It's no use, autobot," He snarled, "what is some lowly autobot medic against the leader of the decepticons?"

"Well then, congratulations," Ratchet spat, "you, the decepticon leader, personally lured three random autobots to their deaths."

Megatron looked amused, until Ratchet added mockingly, "What a productive use of your time."

Megatron glared at Ratchet, before his anger shifted to a evil grin.

Megatron slowly walked to the edge of the cliff, dangling Ratchet over the ledge.

"How humble to call yourself a nobody, doctor" Megatron hissed, "I wonder how long the autobots will last without you to put them back together," and he threw Ratchet off the cliff.

Wind whipped past him as he tumbled through the air, the ground rushed towards him and Ratchet hit the ground with a sickening crunch.

For a moment he lay still, his whole left side was numb. His intakes wheezed, as he tried to lift himself off the ground.

His vision was flickering. He could see Bulkhead had landed not too far away, but he wasn't moving. How he was laying... didn't look good. He had come to rest at an awkward angle, the wound on his chest has been ripped further from tumbling down the cliff face.

Ratchet's frame shuddered. The shock was wearing off and pain was quickly taking its place.

If Bulkhead were to survive, his wounds needed immediate attention. He tried to pull himself towards him, but he was barely able to keep himself conscious.

Darkness overtook his vision as he was roughly pulled up from the ground.