A/N, so this is how I imagine Y/D to look minus the tail. Art belongs to the original owner
"I don't believe I've ever seen your beast form Eldarth, may I ask why?" Predaking asked.
"It is difficult for me to transform in my old age, and it would have revealed my true nature before anyone was ready." I said, the pair of us making our way to the flight deck.
"May... may I see it?" He asked like an adorable sparkling.
"I shall try, but it has been quite some time." I said, closing my optics and focusing on shifting forms. I felt my armor plates move and parts of me reform, eventually completing my slower but still possible transformation. I stretched out my wings and looked down at Predaking, his optics in awe. I gave the young Drakas an amused look before we were both alerted by vehicons running out.
"What's happening?" Predaking asked.
"Autobots are attacking Shockwave's lab." One of the vehicons said. I instantly took off into the sky, making a beeline for the cave. I spotted the Autobots below and let out a deafening roar, scaring the Pits out of them. I landed and growled lowly at them, the Autobot known as Ultra Magnus swinging at me with his warhammer and leaving a decent sized dent in my side. I let out a cry of pain at the impact, grabbing at his arm with my maw and swinging him about. The blue two-wheeler that i learned was named Arcee, then opened fire on me along with the Prime. I dropped Magnus and went after the Prime, grabbing him in my maw and crunching down just hard enough to make him think twice about moving. I then chucked him to the side and was about to attack the others when the whole cave exploded, my optics wide in horror. I did not see the one I cared about more than life itself escape.
I shifted forms and fell to my knees, my spark breaking. For the first time in millennia, I found myself crying, my damaged frame shaking as I sobbed.
"Shockwave..." I sobbed violently, the stress and pain of everything causing my spark to race rapidly in my chest. I felt sick, weak, and a failure.
"Don't move, beast!" I heard Magnus barked, he and the two Autobot Wreckers aiming their blasters at me.
"That's the fragger that got me back at Darkmount." The green mech Bulkhead said.
"I have a... name." I said, my voice straining to speak as I felt everything stiffen. I tried to stand but felt myself fall onto my back, my vents becoming weak. The Prime then made his way over to me, a strange look on his face as he looked down at me. "Prime... forgive me for harming you. I wanted to protect... Shockwave, a-and I was... doing... my duty... for... my... kind." I said, my voice slipping away as I went limp, my helm rolling to the side.
"Optimus, what... what do we do?" The Wrecker known as Wheeljack asked. Optimus knelt next to me and gently hoisted me up, so I was leaning against him. He then stood with one of my arms under him.
"We take him back to base. He is in no condition to be a threat." Optimus said. I was too tired and too drained to protest, the grief putting a massive strain on me.
-meanwhile-
Shockwave managed to escape and report to the bridge where Predaking was waiting worriedly with Megatron and the other Decepticons.
"Lord Megatron, Project Predacon has become null and void. Everything was destroyed by Autobots." Shockwave said.
"Where's Y/D? Where's the Eldarth?" Predaking asked in anxiety. "He hasn't returned. Did you see him?"
"I did see him land before the explosion. Logic would dictate that he either perished in the explosion or the Autobots have him. If they do, I fear he may not survive under their watch." Predaking became increasingly agitated and looked towards Megatron.
"We can not let them hurt the Eldarth! Please, for the sake of our fallen kin, allow me to go and personally hunt them down!"
"Predaking. We must handle this delicately, for the sake of Y/D." Megatron said, a strange look of worry on his face. "We will first search for his remains, and if we do not find any evidence of his demise, then we shall... negotiate with the Autobots."
"Master, why bother with an old and dying beast? He's of no use to the Decepticons." Starscream sneered.
"Starscream, despite what you believe Y/D is an asset to the Decepticons, and I've grown fond of the old mech. We will be retrieving him, one way or another."
-with the Autobots-
I found myself sitting off to the side of the human hanger bay where the Autobots were currently based while their medic by the name of Ratchet was repairing my injuries. I didn't flinch at the pain or react to the sounds, I was too empty inside to bother.
"Optimus, why in the name of my star spangle shorts are we helping him?" I heard one of the humans ask, his small arms crossed against his chest.
"Agent Fowler, he is in no condition to be left alone." Optimus said. Ratchet then caught his attention after taking an energon sample from me, a look of shock and sadness on the media's face.
"It's worse than you know." Ratchet said. "He... he's in Stage 4 Cryosis." The Autobots all looked at each other with puzzled expressions.
"What's Cryosis?" The smallest human asked.
"A slow and painful death." I said, my gaze distant and tired. "I... I don't have much time left before it consumes me, and... w-without... Shockwave." I couldn't help but sob at the thought of losing him. "H-he was treating me... I never got to tell him..." I couldn't hold back the tears at they fell.
Suddenly, there was a notification from the consal that Ratchet was working at, the medic walking over and looking curiously.
"It's a message... from Shockwave."
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