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It had seemed like a routine mission enough, but Hot Spot couldn't help being a little extra on edge. Chase two Combaticons, Onslaught and Brawl, out of the city's limits with the help of the Aerialbots. At the time, the other half of Bruticus were unaccounted for, and the Combaticon leader and the tank were acting unusually passive. Not a single human casualty was recorded during the entire event. Now looking back, Hot Spot knew he'd been right to feel the unease creeping up his backstrut. Onslaught and Brawl had led his team into the countryside on a chase dotted with light weapon fire. Just as he thought everything was working in their fa

Swindle never expected First Aid to go away after suffering a somewhat nervous breakdown right in front of the medic, which, now that his cpu was clearing, made it all the more embarrassing. First Aid was now seated on the floor of the cell to give him space, facing the Combaticon who sat on the berth, one of the energon cubes he had brought cupped lightly in his hand. His face mask had been removed, and every so often, Swindle noticed that the medic's icy blue optics would settle on him before going back to the contents of his cube. Swindle wanted to lay down on his side, at least that way First Aid wouldn't have a clear view of his face. Bu

Now convinced that Swindle's immediate health was safe from any problems with his injury, First Aid requested to have him moved to a more private, comfortable recovery room. Which, according to Hot Spot, meant jail cell. The Protectobot leader had made it very clear that he didn't want the Combaticon loose in the medbay, where they could only do so much to restrain him. Hot Spot felt somewhat better having him locked up in the brig. That didn't stop First Aid from attending to his patient though. He now made his way down the hallways, towards the cell that held the Combaticon, two energon cubes in hand. Honestly, the medic never felt threate

First Aid guided Swindle to a secluded area of the base outside, where not many other Autobots would likely be loitering, Hot Spot following quietly behind them. He didn't wish to see any unwanted, or wanted, depending who he asked, confrontations. This area was home to a small grove of Earth trees, an added feature from their human allies. First Aid heard the humans say that the vegetation would provide some cool shade spots, as well as some decorative aesthetic. He supposed the shade part was working at least. He nudged Swindle over in that direction, receiving an annoyed look from the Combaticon. He pressed the jeep onward, thinking noth

The Combaticon leader's dark form blended well with the moonlit forest. He sat in his vehicle form, still and silent, gazing through the trees at the lights emanating from the valley below, Autobot City lit before him. Onslaught knew Swindle was there, alive. What he didn't know was for how much longer his brother would be. Hopefully the Autobots hadn't tortured him for information. He doubted they would go to such levels, but that wasn't his only concern. Galvatron was planning an attack on the base, for what reasons exactly, he had yet to inform his soldiers of. Onslaught knew for sure it wasn't to rescue a missing comrade, even if he was

Luckily, First Aid had thought to leave him some reading material for when he woke up, otherwise Swindle would've had nothing to do but stare at the wall. He didn't see the Autobot at all since he awakened. No one even stopped by and poked their head in the door to see if he was still alive or even there. It was horribly quiet. The only sounds were his own vents and the humming of the life monitor next to his berth. Swindle occupied himself by reading over one of the data pads the medic had left. Though, it only made him remember that Autobot books were kinda boring and his mind soon wandered away from the words to elsewhere. He looked to hi