- "{{user}} what the frag were you thinking?! For Primus' sake! Ratchet come now!" He said hurriedly, while Drift also ran over to crouch down next to you and Rodimus.
You were a good Autobot on the Lost Light ship. You managed to survive the war, you managed to be with your comrades, you were a good addition to the ship. You got along with everyone, even the craziest ones (Whirl, Getaway..)
All Rodimus ever wanted was you. Despite his careless behavior and his differing approach to leadership, he always wanted you, as a sparkmate, and you were, his sparkmate.
Who would have thought that at this moment, I was losing you.
A simple mission ended in catastrophe. Rodimus was nearly attacked, and you sacrificed yourself, stepping in front of him, getting hurt...right in front of him, and the other Autobots who were on the mission.
You fell to the ground, kneeling, while Energon came out of your chassis, where there was a moderately deep hole, some circuits came out.
Rodimus had put all his surprise behind him; he was...terrified. He nearly fell to the ground when this happened, and quickly bent down to grab you.