Gone

                                    

                                          
     Legend's p.o.v
                          
     He was gone. He offlined that night. We also got jumped, my sire and Elita-1 being taken. Drift was dead. IronHide and Elita-1 were missing. I hadn't moved from my spot after I found out he was gone. I broke down. I sat at the edge of the forest. Looking as the sun went down thinking of my brothers fading spark. My carrier was still sulking in the care of the others, I wanted to be left alone. If this war has taught me anything that is to not rely on everyone getting out with their lives. Of course no one wanted to believe he was gone. Sire and Elita-1 could very well be also but, I am not gonna let myself think that way. Although that's what the whole part of this is. Just a bunch of death. A war is nothing you are suppose to be successful in because no matter if you concur the war you still lost. You lost comrades, and you've killed. There is no win in war. It's raw, it leaves you raw, aching, suffering, sobbing, and empty. Once you've been through it there is no going back. 
                          
     I had no brother now. No one I could put my past on them. But, there is no 'I' in Team. But, there is a me. I need to make a difference to help out this team...this family. I let out a strong vent and stood, still weak in the knees. I'd be living in a cave for a while. That's when I heard a twig snap. I whipped around to see Sideswipe. I let my shoulders slump, he walked up behind me, "Legend, how are you holding up?" He asked wrapping his arms around me. I shook my head, "not well." I muttered. "I didn't think so, no one is. I'm sorry, I wish we could have done more." I nodded, "me too." Sideswipe looked at me, now at my side. "Things will get better, they always do. We will all get through this, I promise," I looked at him a gave the biggest smile I could muster which was the smallest smile I have ever given. "I hope so," muttering I turned around and started my journey back to the cave. Sideswipe tagging along. 
                          
     "How is everyone taking it," Sideswipe sighed. "You're carrier is not wanting to talk to anyone. Optimus, Hot Rod, and Bee are gloomy also. Ratchet isn't taking it well either. My brother is comforting Chromia the best he can." I shook my helm, "if it weren't for Megatron none of this would have ever happened," I glared at the ground. "You shouldn't seek revenge. It does no good. You will get you're worth. Trust me." He was also looking very upset. "I'm sorry, I know that you've been through a lot also. It's not easy going through something like this at such a young agar though, you know?" Sideswipe nodded, "I know." 
                          
   IronHides p.o.v
                          
     Me and Elita-1 were placed in a cell together. She was unharmed, I was as well. "We need a plan, quickly," she growled and kicked the cell door. "I know that," I muttered and tried to reach through the bars. I growled when I realized my servo was going to get to the key hole. "Elita, put you're servo through here. Use this to pick it," I gave her a piece of scrap metal Legend gave me. She did as told, picking at it quietly and as steady as possible. 
                          
     "Well, what do we have here?" We both cocked our heads to see Starscream come from the shadows. "I will blast you're head screamer." I growled. "Nah ah ah, I know we disabled those cannons of yours, weapon specialist." He gave his famous sly grin. "I think you must need a punishment for trying to break free of our restraints," bringing out a electric rod from the corner, he turned it on. I put Elita behind me. Not wanting a femme to be hurt during this. 
                          
   Ratchet's p.o.v
                          
     We had buried the form of Drift. In a peaceful place. One where he would not ever be bothered by beasts or mankind. I was talking to Chromia, Sunstreaker had taken refuge right by her. "I know it's gonna be hard, but please just don't hide yourself away. IronHide and Elita will make it back...in one piece," Suntreaker tried. Chromia thought nothing of it. I knew she couldn't. Bumblebee walked into the cave. He held a sight of depression and the air was thick. "How are you holding up youngling," he shook his head. "I don't know if I am held up at all." He looked at Chromia. "How are you doing," he set a servo on her shoulder plating, his young spark shouldn't have to go through this neither should my boys and daughter. Not Legend either with that. "We will make it through this," I rested a servo on her other shoulder plate. She started to sulk once more. She jumped up and hugged me. I patted her back. 
                          
     WheelJacks p.o.v
                          
     "I hate seeing the team like this," Bulkhead muttered. We were on our way back with enough firewood to last us about a week. "Why does this stuff always happen?" I turned around and held a stern look. "Because Bulkhead, were all gone. Our records are gone. ITS OVER! WE ARE ALL GONNA BE GONE!" I hit a tree. "We aren't gone." I turned to see Legend. "We are just lost." I shook my head I let a single drop of coolant leak down my faceplate. "HES GONE!" I mourned.