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Lost in the Mirror Ch. 2

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Knockout looks at the scene in horror. Just a second ago he stood in front of one Autobot, but now there are two! Two Smokescreens to be exact. And Breakdown and Rafael no where in sight, “Breakdown! Rafael!” He calls out in a panic transforming into a sports car, “Where do you two go!” He speeds around the fallen Autobots pausing a second to confirm they were both in power down before racing off and broadcasting on all Decepticon channels, “Breakdown! Rafael! Where are you!?”

Morning grows to noon then fades into evening before another Autobot appears to investigate what was taking Smokescreen so long. Hunting down two Decepticons isn't that difficult even for a rookie! Arcee groans as she causally walks towards the abandoned farm, “I bet you anything that lazy young gun is taking an unneeded recharge!” Her sinister red optics dance across the ground before resting on her downed comrade, her lip curling in disgust that she was right, “Smokescreen! Wake up!” she shouts trotting over to and bluntly kicking him in the side, “Rise and shine!”

Smokescreen yelps then groans as he slowly onlines, “Ah... Primus!” he gripes holding his head as his  bright red optics refocus, “What the scrap happened?”

“You tell me,” the slender dark silver and blue femme counters, “You've been here asleep for nearly a whole... Earth....” her voice trails off as she lays optics on what could easily be Smokescreen's twin. But this mech was white with red and blue, not a dark purple and black with red. On his shoulder she sees an Autobot Elite Guard insignia but it shines red instead of purple, “Who by the Allspark is that?”

“Huh?” Smokescreen questions looking up to her then turns to look at his twin, “What the!” the rookie suddenly finds his feet and leaps up backing away from his twin, “It's me! Well, me with a bad paint job.”

Arcee presses two digits of her right servo to her ear piece, “Found something. Or rather someone. You might want to see this, sir.”

“Activate visual, Arcee,” Optimus's deep voice rumbles from across the communication link.

“Yes, Lord Optimus,” Arcee replies slowly stepping over to the second Smokescreen, pulling him onto his back then standing over him, “Subject appears to be in power down.” She cups his chin in one servo slowly turning his head back and forth, “Same facial structures,” her servo travels down his neck and over his chest, “same body build as well.”

Smokescreen steps forward, his red optics watching the second in command before smirking, “You know, if you wanted a feel, all you had to do was ask.” he mentions puffing out his chest.

Arcee huffs and snips back, “You wish.” After watching the new recruit's ego deflate, she returns to examining the newcomer, “Heh. This guy could about be your evil twin, Smoke.”

“Ha, ha, ha,” he replies.

Arcee next places her servos on the door wings of her subject, getting an unexpected reaction. The young white bot she currently stands over suddenly arches and flinches from the sensation, “Let go...” he mutters causing Arcee to let go but keeping her servos hovering just about him. The young Elite Guard then grumbles “I'm getting up,” as his optics flutter open and on line to a soft blue, “Arcee!” Smokescreen yells in surprise causing the femme to leap away, “Well, if I'd known....”

“He really is you!” Arcee remarks looking back at the darker colored Smokescreen.

“Huh?” white Smokescreen tilts his head in confusion then look up at his counterpart. A yell of shock escapes his throat as he leaps up and faces his twin.

“You look like me!” they speak in unison, “What are you talking about? Who are you!” They then narrow optics at each other, “I'm Smokescreen!” They blink then grit their denta at each other, “No! I am!”

Arcee snarls, “Will you two stop that! You're giving me a processor ache!”

Smokescreen simply rumbles his engine at the impostor, while white Smokescreen turns to look at Arcee, “What happened to you? Where's Bee at?”

“What do you mean what happened to me?”Arcee counters, “And how do you know Bumblebee?”

Purple Smokescreen could no longer stand the sight of someone posing as him, “Game's up Makeshift! At least get my paint job right if you're going to copy me!” He pulls back one fist and swings at his target. In a flash, white Smokescreen throws up his arms to block the attack. But, a strange barrier suddenly appears between them, sending off pulses of static in a soft blue, repelling the punch

“Huh?” Smokescreen pulls his fist back and the barrier vanishes, “How did you do that?”

“I didn't!” white Smokescreen remarks just as confused, “But...” he trails off then swings at his purple counterpart. The barrier reappears repelling the punch as before and reforming the blue static between them, “Weird....” He speaks in disbelief lowering his attack.

Purple Smokescreen blinks, “Hold still a second.” He then reaches and tries to grab his twin's wrist but the barrier stops them from touching once more, “Whoa....”

“We can't touch each other...” white Smokescreen marvels at the barrier they created.

“Arcee!” Ratchet's voice suddenly spurs over the communications, “Bring them both to me, now! I have to test this!” And with that a ground bridge appears.

Arcee gestures to the bridge, “You heard the doc bot. Let's go!”

“Ladies first,” the darker Smokescreen offers in a mock gesture of chivalry before following close behind her.

White Smokescreen pauses looking at the bridge, then around the farm, and back to them. Something wasn't right. Why is there another him? And Arcee was acting so differently. The Arcee he knew would have stopped such a brute Decepticon like attack, not just stand by and watch. And her colors are off as well! No... something... something isn't right here. But what other choice did he have? It was getting late, his back still burned from whatever Knockout did to him. And besides! This gate leads to the Autobot base. Ratchet could figure it out. Shoot, maybe the attack just skewed his optics and he was sleep walking, is that what the humans call it? Well it didn't matter. Seeing his glorious, kind, and caring leader would brighten him back up. Rafael, Jack and Miko are probably worried about him anyway. Ignoring the forming knots in his insides, he walks through the ground bridge.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Meanwhile back on the other side of the mirror, Knockout lowers his arms and shifts his sinister red optics, gasping in shock at what he sees. A different color but, no it couldn't be, not again, not after Cylas. Surely... it couldn't be him! “Br-breakdown?”

A sudden worried cry is heard followed by a whir of shock. Bumblebee had returned to aide Smokescreen but saw only two Decepticons, one of which he thought was deactivated. Smokescreen seeming to have vanished from the field of battle without a trace. Knockout turns to the yellow scout and growls his engine at him, “Stay away from him bug!”

Bumblebee let's loose a fury of angry beeps and whirs at Knockout demanding to know of Smokescreen's whereabouts, drawing his blasters and aiming at the Decepticon medic.

“You will have better luck looking then snarling, scout!” Knockout spits back holding his stun prod at the ready, holding his defensive stance in front of Breakdown, “There was a flash of light then he was gone. And not the ground bridge kind!”

Angered and seemingly getting nowhere with his enemy, Bumblebee transforms into his sleek sports car form and speeds towards the abandoned crops in a desperate search for his friend crying out Smokescreen's name across every Autobot channel.

Rafael comes to first and climbs out of the spare tire, thankful for the rubber cushion and stands up looking at the red Knockout standing in front of them protecting them from the Autobot scout. He turns his head watching the scout flee then sighs in relief. Holds his head, the human winces in pain from the fall and bright sunlight, thus he curls back into the spare tire gently patting a known soft spot on Breakdown's back to let him know he was there, just a little bit more rest, and maybe his head would stop pounding.

Breakdown let's out a soft groan looking over his shoulder running a scan to confirm his human friend was indeed curled inside the tire before raising to all fours and staring at the ground, “Ugh... what a trip. Hey, Knockout,” he raises his head to look at his partner, “Is he g- are you okay?” Breakdown quickly ask, running golden optics across the medic's body.

Before he could ask his next question, Breakdown finds himself face to face with the teary-optic medic, “Breakdown! Is... it truly you?” Knockout asks gently cupping his long thought dead partner's face, the slender claws tracing his helm gripping him almost tightly, he wanted this to be true so badly.

“What are you talking about? Of course its me!” Breakdown answers, “But, Knockout what happened to your wounds? And your paint?”

This catches the medic off guard, “What wounds? What about my paint?” Knockout let's go of Breakdown taking a moment to look over himself as the much larger Decepticon stands up, “Did I miss a spot? Primus knows I've needed help getting the hard to reach areas.”

“Huh?” Breakdown asks again tilting his head even further confused. Last he knew Knockout hated getting buffed and polished to a shine. Breakdown had to practically hold him down last time. The medic he knew only took regular decontamination showers to keep himself as surgically sterile as possible. He didn't care about the war wounds!

Knockout scurries back to his feet and places his servos on Breakdown's chest running a quick scan, “I swear to Primus if you are one of Silas's soldiers....” the red medic snarls, but the growl fades finding every bit of him to be of Cybertron, through and through, save some organic mass stuck inside the spare tire, a common nuisance of this world, “You... you are you!” Knockout speaks in disbelief, “Oh Breakdown! It is you! Through and through it is you! Praise the All spark!”

Breakdown reaches up and grabs his partner's servos, “Are... you sure you're feeling okay? You are acting like I was deactivated! I couldn't have been gone that long.”

It was now Knockout's turn to wear a look of confusion as he steps back from the large former wrecker, “Are you sure you are well, Breakdown? You are acting quite strange. Do you not remember anything?”

“Last thing I remember is fighting Smokescreen,” he answers.

“What about Optimus's scout? Bumblebee?” Knockout then asks.

Breakdown shakes his head, “Nope, he wasn't around during the fight... was he?” he looks around the abandoned farm then rubs one servo and over his optics, “Oh... my helm is pounding! I think my optics got a little frazzled from that energy surge.”

“Let me see,” Knockout orders pulling Breakdown closer to him, “Hey wait... your right optic! It's fixed! How did-?”

“It was broken?” Breakdown asks cutting him off.

Knockout hums in thought clicking one finger on his cheek, “I should get you back to med bay and give you a proper look over. Soundwave, I need a bridge.” And in a matter of seconds the all to familiar bridge spring to life ahead of them. Knockout heads towards the vortex but pauses not hearing Breakdown's heavy footsteps behind him, “Come on. The sooner I get you checked the better.”

Breakdown looks at both the bridge and Knockout with unease. He had never gone blind in his right optic permanently, he hopefully misheard him bad mouthing Silas and Fowler's troops, plus Knockout was acting as though he had came back from dead, but they were standing side by side not but a few nano cycles earlier. Rafael suddenly shuffles in the tire letting out a soft groan. The large red wrecker changes his train of thought to the concern of his human friend. He certainty couldn't stay out here opened to an Autobot attack. Not with Raf with him and possibly hurt. Breakdown refocuses on Knockout's extended servo recalling the badly damaged medic he had saved from Wheeljack and Bulkhead. The one who gave him a chance to change sides and right his wrongs. His partner was waiting for him, and the Nemesis offered the safety both he and Rafael need to recover in. Going against everything that was saying don't do it, Breakdown follows Knockout back to the flying fortress.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Smokescreen enters the base behind his darker colored twin and Arcee a feeling of relief beginning to well up in him but quickly diminishes as he locks optics with the other Autobots, “Bumblebee? Ratchet? Bulkhead? Wheeljack?”

“Another Smokescreen!” Bulkhead speaks in shock.

Wheeljack huffs, “And here I thought she was seeing double.”

Bumblebee let's out a short unsure whir as he walks in a semi circle looking at the second Smokescreen.

“I know, he's weird, anit he?” the purple Smokescreen speaks.

Ratchet narrows his red optics and slowly walks forward, “You, where did you come from?”

Smokescreen stumbles back slightly still in confusion, why was he being met with hate, and why were everyone's optics red, “Cybertron! Like the rest of us. I was in an escape pod and you found me, remember?”

“Ha!” his counter part laughs, “I was the only one in that escape pod. I was ambushed by Breakdown and Dreadwing. That coward Starscream was hiding in the clouds like always.

Smokescreen wear a confused look, he wasn't surrounded by Decepticons when he arrived, just the Insecticons. And from he recalled, he had saved Team Prime, well, scared off the bugs anyway. The ground bridge surges to life once more, Smokescreen and the other Autobots reflexively backing away as a tall figure entered the base.

“Optimus!” Ratchet speaks in relief, “I was getting worried.”

Smokescreen's face lit up, Optimus Prime himself, surely he would be more welcoming of him then the others have been. But once more his smile is erased as the dark figure enters and stares down at him with red optics as sinister as Megatron's, “S-sir?”

Optimus says not a word looking between his own darker colored Smokescreen and this brighter colored dopple ganger, “I was not aware you had a twin, Smokescreen.”

“I don't,” they speak in unison before looking at each other, “Hey! He was addressing me!”

“Optimus, my lord,” Arcee begins, “From the reaction that occurs when they touch, I highly doubt they are twins.”

“Lord?” white Smokescreen mutters to himself as he slowly looks around the base. Since when did they address a Prime as 'lord'. And what had happened to the base, it look the like inside of an energon refinery more so in a human missile silo. Long conveyor belts criss cross the room and circle upon themselves. Machines rusty and caked in dust from age either sit on the floor or hang from tracks running across the ceiling. One thing was still similar, Ratchet had managed to merge advance Cybertroian technology into the remaining operation human computers. From the looks of it, they had dismantled and recycled parts of a Cybertron ship to do so.

“Yeah!” Purple Smokescreen speaks up, “Watch!” He pulls back and swings a punch at the other Smokescreen causing the barrier to reform and white Smokescreen to flinch away from the attack.

Optimus tilts his head to one side confused, “Ratchet? You're opinion?”

The white and blue medic steps forward circling the duo, “The reaction appears to be a more violent version of when similar poles on a magnet attempt to touch. As one would guess, this causes a repulsion. That is simple, common knowledge science. However,” he grabs both of the Smokescreen's wrist and push their servos together reforming the sparking barrier, “the barrier that occurs is not magnetic but instead electric and heat base.” A smile draws across his lips and he forces their servos closer together causing the barrier to become more violent and begin to change colors, sparks flying away at a faster rate, “Increased force shows an increase in the amount of heat and electricity given off.”

“Knock it off doc!” purple Smokescreen snarls trying to pull his servo from the iron grip.

“That burns worse then Knockout's stun prod!” white Smokescreen complains.

Ratchet doesn't let up however, “Burning? That would explain the wounds on your back. Then, a forced union.”

White Smokescreen's optics suddenly go wide, he looks to his leader to stop Rachet's mad game but Optimus makes no movement. He looks around the base, the other Autobots seeming to enjoy watching one of their own have pain inflicted on them. Did he follow them into a Decepticon base instead? Smokescreen digs his feet into the floor trying to pull away from the medic but Ratchet holds firm, “Stop it!”

“Don't hinder science,” Ratchet answers as he forces his subject's servos together.

Both Smokescreen's screech in pain as the sparking barrier turns a violent red then forcefully pushes them away from each other and out of Ratchet's grip. The medic stumbles backwards in shock watching his unwilling subjects go sliding across the factory floor.

“Frag that hurt!” Purple Smokescreen complains looking at his burnt servo as he slowly gets back up.

White Smokescreen looks at his servo in shock then to Ratchet as he gets back up. He had been used in an experiment, unwillingly so. And the medic didn't care what happened to either of them, “What was that for!”

Ratchet says nothing merely humming in thought, “That was quite a peculiar reaction indeed.”

Smokescreen could only stand in shock, his darker colored counter part didn't think twice of a medic abusing him, and none of the other Autobots, not even Optimus made a move to stop him! And the humans had made to notion either. Wait... the humans, he had not heard them yet. Smokescreen looks for a raised platform used as a human living area but finds noting even hinting at a human living in the base. Just spare parts and wire stored out of the way on the high platforms and broken conveyors, “Where are the kids at?”

“Kids?” Bulkhead asks looking at him, confusion crossing the acid green, bulky warrior's face, “What kids?

“Okay, seriously,” Smokescreen counters, “I know I hit my head pretty hard, and I'm sure my optics are slightly messed up. But the humans. Jack, Miko, Rafael. They saw Arcee and Bumblebee. Optimus offered them protection? They promised not to speak of us and keep us as robots in disguise? As we protected the humans and Earth? Any of this ringing a bell?”

“You mean the Decepticons pets?” Wheeljack asks him.

“Pets?” Smokescreen echoes

“Robots in disguise?” Arcee asks, “The entire planet knows we're hear!”

“And what's this nonsense of protecting such a weak stupid species?” Bulkhead questions.

White Smokescreen blinks, “Okay now I'm lost. This is an Autobot base right? You're talking like Decepticons!”

Bumblebee answers in several beeps and whirs detailing how the humans were helping the Decepticons and visa versa. And how Megatron's forces were willingly to risk everything to get three humans into their ground bridge. The scout suddenly stops and draws up his blaster speaking a low accusing whir

“A Decepticon! Me?!” Smokescreen suddenly spits in disgust, “Humans helping Megatron! M.E.C.H. working with them? Have you all gone mad!”

Optimus draws his blaster and aims it at Smokescreen, “It is not us who have gone mad but you,” He slowly marches towards the intruder, “You call yourself an Autobot and yet preach that fool Megatron's message. Claim yourself to be Smokescreen all you wish, but you are nothing more then an impostor of our young recruit.  And a very poor one at that! Insecticons!” An other worldly warble is heard followed by several heavy thuds as Insecticon's drop from the ceiling and slowly march towards their prey, claws at the ready.

Smokescreen's optic go wide as he backs away from the dark menacing Autobot leader, jumping and turning as he hears the hive of Insecticons drop behind him. This had to be a bad dream. He was having a nightmare that had to be it, “Okay time to wake up! This isn't funny anymore. You guys got me! Ha ha ha! Time to rub off the paint. Very funny.” He digs the edges of his digits into his elbow but the resulting pain cemented that he was wide awake and in very real danger from his once thought allies.

Optimus give the order “Fire!” The opposing Autobots open fire on Smokescreen forcing him to turn and run deeper into the factory. With a war cry, Hard shell gives chase leading his hive in flight. The dark former Prime snarls, “Autobots! After him! Bring that impostor to me!”

“For the Glory of Optimus!” they answer and pursue him through the factory with the Insecticons.

Smokescreen runs in fear shooting at the Insecticons over his shoulder, not daring to look back. This couldn't be happening. What had happened in the fight with Knockout! Everything was so different, so wrong! The bugs under Optimus's control, everyone's optics a gleaming red that brought Cybertron into darkness, Smokescreen closes his optics trying to erase the fact he was under attack by his own allies.  Unable to bring himself to harm his fellow Autobots even though they have turned on him, Smokescreen clamps his left servo over his right wrist, clutching the phase shifter tightly as he races at towards the far wall.

“You can't run forever!” Arcee calls out leading the attack.

“Watch me!” he answers twisting the phase shifter and leaping through the wall of the factor as though it were thin air.

Hardshell quickly shifts and slams his peds into the floor sliding to a stop, “He vanished!”

Bumblebee shakes his head, pointing out that he had used the phase shifter.

“The phase shifter!” Optimus bellows, “Where did he get that! After him! Bring it to me!” The dark bot blast a hole in the wall, Smokescreen no where to be seen beyond, “Now!”

“Yes, my lord!” And with their order, both Autobot and Insecticon disperse from the factory scatter across the barren landscape willing to look high and low for this impostor white colored Smokescreen.

Hiding under a primitive signal scrambler, Smokescreen makes a mad dash through various cave systems and abandoned energon mine shafts, hopping between each with the phase shifter, his spark feeling like it was ready to explode from its chamber, he pushes his wheels faster then ever in pure fear and panic, even hidden as a sport car his voice echoes down the tunnels “This is all wrong! Everything here is wrong! Primus! Where am I!?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Breakdown and Knockout are met with several shocked looks and gasps of awe, the vehicons backing away in surprise, “Breakdown! You are alive!” One of the speaks as they walk pass.

Dreadwing looks to Soundwave, “Surly this is a glitch! It is simply not possible for Breakdown to be functioning after all that has occurred to him!” Soundwave nods in agreement appearing to be perplexed as well by the reborn energy signature. Knockout had made good on his threat picking Cylas apart fiber by fiber and fiber optic. The remains of Breakdown's shell melted down to be recycled along with any energon and salvageable wires.

“Let us see for ourselves,” Megatron speaks, “Before calling this another human trick. Or perhaps even that traitorous Starscream or Arachnid trying to sneak back on board.”

Knockout walks at an almost trotting pace still ecstatic by his find, “Lord Megatron. I know you wish to speak with him, but I really must get Breakdown to the medical ward as quick as I can.”

“He is still able to walk, a few more minutes will not be of any harm, doctor,” Megatron answers, “Both of you to the bridge. Now!”

“Yes, my lord,” Knockout answers retreating from the medical bay and heading down another passage.

“'My lord'?” Breakdown questions just above a whisper, “When did that start?”

“When did what start?” Knockout inquires turning to look at him as they walk, “We've always addressed him as such.”

Breakdown becomes further confused, sure the Autobot's called Optimus 'Lord' but Megatronus Prime never wanted such a title. Even more so after obtaining the Matrix, if anything he preferred 'Prime' is a shorten name was needed. Though 'Megatron' was still used on occasion mostly out of habit and forgiven as a slip of the tongue.

“Breakdown,” Megatron speaks as the duo enters the bridge, quickly running his optics over the heavy red mech one oddity catching his attention, “I see your optic has healed.”

“I... don't recall it every being badly injured, sir,” he answers as his confusion grows, knots beginning to form in his fuel lines.

Megatron raises one optic ridge, “Really now? Nothing of Silas or M.E.C.H. capturing you and experimenting on you. As you know I still find it pathetic that you were caught so easily by the humans!”

This remark takes Breakdown by surprise, “Captured by the humans? Megatronus Prime, sir, what are you talking you about?”

Everyone on the bridge freezes at the name, all optics suddenly glued to him in shock. Knockout mouth hang slightly agape stepping away from him slightly, “Did... you just say what I think you said?”

“No one has called me 'Megatronus' in quite some time,” Megatron interjects stepping closer to him forcing Knockout to back further away, “Much less, no one has ever addressed me as a 'Prime'.” The red eye tyrant kneels down to the Breakdown's level in order to look at him optic to optic

Breakdown steps back slightly, why was his leader acting in such a manner, like an Autobot! Had he and Optimus switched bodies or something? “I... meant no insult.” He looks to Megatron's right seeing they were one flier short, “Is Starscream on a mission I suppose?” He then look the left then up, “And Arachnid?” he inquires trying to change the subject.

Megatron's face forms a look of confusion, “You really did hit your head,” he speaks backing away again standing up straight once more.

“Starscream has been gone and hiding for a long time now,” Dreadwing chimes in gaining Breakdown's attention, “You where here when it occurred. And Arachnid, you two got into a scrap and she off lined you.”  The bulky blue flier suddenly catches what he just said, “But... here you still stand. Even after Sylas. How?

Breakdown turns his head towards him, this time jumping as though he had seen a ghost, “Skyquake! You question me being alive and yet here you stand!”

“Skyquake!?” Dreadwing echoes, “My brother and I share many similarities but I assure you I am Dreadwing and my twin is now one with the Allspark alongside all our fallen comrades.”

Megatron bares his pointed denta at Breakdown, “Are you truly who you say you are! Or perhaps you are simply a terrible Autobot spy!”

Knockout jumps in front of his partner trying to salvage the mess Breakdown had created, “Megatron, my lord. It is quite obvious Breakdown has suffered a head injury which has corrupted some memory files. Please, I am losing precious time in repairing them. If I may, Lord Megatron, let me take Breakdown to the med bay and give him a through check! I assure you it is him. I scanned him before bringing him on board! I so know my own assistant.”

Between and yelps of shock and accusing snarls, Rafael stirs from within the spare tire on Breakdown's back. He let's out a soft groan and readjust his glasses, taking a moment to rub his head. Whatever had happened left his head pounding, and this yelling was not helping in the slightest. Slowly he climbs out of the tire, one hand grabbing the rear neck guard at the top of Breakdown's torso, “What's with the yelling?” The young, blond-headed, leather clad human ask as he pulls himself onto Breakdown's shoulder.

“Raf-” Breakdown starts but is cut off

“A human!” Megatron speaks in disbelief, “You brought Bumblebee's pet here?” He then smirks, “Impressive.”

“Pet!” Breakdown cries out in mixture shock, disbelief and disgust, “You've never addressed the humans as pets! You called them our allies!”

Knockout freeze and spins around, the look on his face reflecting his spark shattering once more, not again. He thought for sure he had gotten his partner back but again he was wrong, “What's gotten into... no you're not Breakdown! Who are you!” He growl exposing his spinning saw blade, “Answer me! Are you another twisted experiment that you humans dare play with our kind!”

Rafael gasps in shock, “Knockout! What are you doing! It's me! It's us!”

“That's not our Knockout, Raf. Who are you!” Breakdown counters quickly retreating and pulling out his hammer.

An echo of several blasters being pulled to the ready is heard, the loudest coming from Megatron's arm mounted cannon, “Fool us once. Shame on me. Fool me twice, and say good bye to your spark!”

“What the-!” Rafael speaks in shock at seeing his once thought allies raise their weapons at them, “M-Megatronus! Breakdown, What's going on!”

Breakdown looks left then right then snarls, “Stay down!” he quickly twist around, swinging his hammer as a threat then drops to the ground in his alternate mode, Rafael leaping into his cabin as his tires squeal before speeding down the corridors of the Nemesis.

“Fire!” Megatron orders launching a single blast at the retreating mech, “Destroy them! Bring me that imposter's head!”

Rafael huddles in the floor board with his arms over his head inside Breakdown's cabin as he hears gun fire from over head, “What's going on! What's happening! Why are they shooting us!”

“No idea!” Breakdown answers as he slides around several corners having difficulty maneuvering the narrow corridors in his alternate mode, “But keep your head down! I'll take us to the engine room. Once we ground the ship we can leap out and make a run for it.”

“Run to where?” Raf asks nervously.

“We'll figure that out later!” Breakdown answers as he barrels over and through more drones as they appear at every corner. His armor was taking a heavy beating, he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. What worried him the most was Dreadwing and that blasted gun of his. A couple hits from that and they would be sitting ducks. He keeps one radar point fixed on Dreadwing's whereabouts as he flees deeper and deeper into the bowels of the Nemesis, “Raf! You still remember how to break a Cybertroian engine?”

Raf nods, “Choke the main fuel line then the auxiliary and the ship will plummet from the sky.”

“Good!” Breakdown rams through the doorway then spins and transforms as Raf jumps out, “I'll block the door, you ground this ship!” The small human nods at his friend pulling out a wrench and begins to climb up the stacks of energon cubes and onto the main engine while Breakdown forces the door back close, stacking piles of heavy equipment in front before pushing it himself.

Raf hisses as the heat from the engine nips at his fragile skin, slowly making his way to the main fuel line, “To sabotage a ship. Simply choke the main fuel line,” he latches the wrench into a protruding piece of metal and pushes his weight against it causing it to slowly turn and restrict energon flow into the machine, having to reset the wrench a number of times, “Just wait for the alarm.” And right on cue an alarm sounds, energon being pulled from the main line and into two smaller auxiliary lines, “And now I choke them as well!”

“Ah!” Breakdown suddenly cries out, something or someone trying to force him off of the door, “Scrap they know we're here!” He looks around the engine room, Raf already going to going on stopping one of the back up lines, but a machine had dropped from the ceiling moving to repair the initial choke in the main line, “Scrap.” Breakdown growls. Rafael was simply to weak to do this fast enough. Dreadwing and Megatron were closing in quickly, no doubt Soundwave was currently watching them. Breakdown's optics land on an exhaust port, an idea crossing his face, “Raf! Plan B! Back up!”

Rafael knows better then to ask, instead dropping from his task and darting back to Breakdown's peds. The former wrecker pulls out his blaster and launches a single shot into one of the auxiliary lines. The ensuing reaction was a violent display of explosions and heat as the energon began to go up in flames. Breakdown then scoops up his small friend and transforms again, Rafael once more sitting in his cabin, a seatbelt clutching him tightly

Megatron freezes in his tracks and growls, “Prepare for landing! Retreat from the engine room!” the tyrant orders as the ship jostles and shakes from the exploding engine.

Breakdown races down the large main exhaust pipe surrounded be searing heat, his cooling fans whirring as fast as they could muster, “If I time this right we should- whoa!” He flies out of the pipe, still several feet in the air, “Ah! Misjudged that one! Hang on tight! I'm aiming for that hill!”

“I trust you Breakdown!” Raf replies clutching the seat tightly as Breakdown pulls the seat belt tighter across him. Breakdown hits the ground full force on his tires and proceeds to slide down the steep grassy slope out of control.

“Scrap! Scrap! No! No!” Breakdown growls, “Raf! Curl into a ball!!” The large mech shift back into his bipedal form, his cabin forming a protective sphere around his human cargo. Breakdown digs his servos and peds into the grass leaving a wide trail in the dirt and ripping up the greenery as the Decepticon warship plummets to the Earth below.

After what feels like an eternity, he comes to a halt, and let's out a sigh of relief, “Thank the Allspark. Raf? Are you alright?” He ask opening a top panel on his chest.

The small human groans and pulls himself up and out, “Nearly hurled.  Didn't know you guys could do that.” He groans, resting against Breakdown's large chest plate, “Think I've had enough adventure for one day....”

Breakdown simply smirks down at him, a sudden crash followed by a plume of smoke catches their attention on the other side of the hill, “That'll keep them busy for a bit. Let's get out of here.”

“But to where?” Rafael asks him taking a moment to look around, “Where are we?”

“I have a hunch,” the Decepticon answers sliding to the bottom of the hill, “But... so long as we have each other's back. It doesn't matter where a wrecker is.”

The small human nods, “If you say so. Still, I got a bad feeling about this.” Rafael takes a moment to look around, he could still breathe so they were defiantly on Earth before sliding back into the passenger seat.

Breakdown pulls the seat belt across his friend and speeds away from the crash site, “You and me both. I don't know what happened during that fight with Smokescreen. And I'm not sure where we are. But we best keep a low profile for now.”
Lost in the wrong side of the Mirror, Smokescreen, Breakdown, and Rafael struggle with friends turned foes.

So now I'm going to get an opinion from you the readers. I want to follow both Smoke and Break as they travel through the mirrored worlds but I'm not sure if I should just flip between the two as I did here or focus on one then the other in alternating chapters. The first would result fewer but longer while the second would cause more but shorter chapters.

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