Chapter Four | Fight Me

                                    

                                          
FIGHT ME
                          
"My sense of judgement seems to be compromised,
You're too strong to be denied."

                          
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Wheeljack was livid.
                          
	He had seen Decepticons - and Autobots - at their worst in this eons-long war. Enough so that he knew not to trust anyone except his Wrecker team. But when he heard about how a dirty Decepticon tried to scrap Bulkhead while his back was turned . . . that was a bar so low he did not think Megatron knew it existed. What made the whole thing unbelievable as well was Optimus Prime's refusal to tell him who did it.
                          
	"We should not focus on revenge, but instead Bulkhead's recovery."
                          
	"Yeah, you do that," he muttered to himself as he prepared his vessel for takeoff. "As if Bulkhead wouldn't do the same for any of you."
                          
	He had no idea where to start, but giving Megatron a holler would be a good one. A plan was already forming in his helm, a way he could force the dictator to cooperate and give him the 'con he wanted. Sure, he could easily try to trick Wheeljack by sending a lonely footsoldier, but they both knew he was no idiot. 
                          
	Closing up his ship and initiating takeoff, the Wrecker glided smoothly through the rock formations of the planet and headed into the upper atmosphere, cloaking his signature. Almost as an afterthought he plugged in the coordinates of the base and set the autopilot, something in his gut telling him it was for the best. Once the ship confirmed the setting he then just activated the autoflight program, wanting to sit and think without needing to constantly steady the Jackhammer and watch out for human pilots.
                          
	His sensitive audio receptors picked up the noise of what sounded like loud footsteps, his optics narrowing. He doubted one of the Autobots had stowed away on the ship, and he really did not want another doppleganger incident . . .
                          
	Activating his cannon he whirled, quickly pointing it at about chest-height of a Cybertronian. Instead he was met with the tiny stature of Bulkhead's organic charge, Miko. Her small, hazel eyes were glistening with unshed tears, hands curled into tight fists.
                          
	"What are you doing here?" He asked, powering down his cannon. He was relieved it was not a 'con, but concerned that she had somehow managed to sneak aboard.
                          
	Her answer was unwavering, and confident. "I'm going to find the 'con who hurt Bulkhead. You in?"
                          
	"I'm taking you back," he immediately turned in his chair, grabbing the controls. If Prime or Bulk realizes she's missing, I'm going to have my tailpipe kicked by both of them. How did she get on board anyways?
                          
	"No, wait!" Miko ran up to him, clambering onto the chair of the copilot. Her fierce eyes did not waver one bit, determination coursing through her veins. "I want to help."
                          
	"Listen, when I find the 'con who tried to scrap our boy, I'll take care of him, my way." Wheeljack gestured to the grenade on his hip to show her his point. She glanced at it, but to his dismay was undeterred.
                          
	"It's not just about Bulkhead," her fists clenched again as anger burned in her heart. Anger and worry. "Ratchet and Jack were captured by the 'Cons."
                          
	Wheeljack paused. This was news to him. "What?"
                          
	"You didn't notice that the only doctor in the base was missing?" Miko asked him, completely dumbfounded. When the Wrecker only gave her a confused expression, she took a frustrated breath and continued. "Long story short, the docbot and Jack got cornered on the warship when they sent us the coordinates for those relics. Y'know, the one you lost to Soundwave?"