Once The Gladiator's Sparkling

Chaos. A literal chaos than ever.

You can imagine it yourself how worse the situation on the central city going on, maybe, worser than you imagine. Fallen warriors, rusted and freshly. Spilled energon, dried or not. Buildings crumbled. There's no longer the skyscraping and lavish structures.

"Any bot? Report!" Zy desperately tried to contact anyone in the line. Attempted several time and gained several fails. Eventually she gave up on running on her pedes, transformed and flew off instead.

The Decepticons were taking over. She's wishing in the names of Primus and all Primes for any survivors. What she knows, most of the Autobot has took their escapes. Honestly? Zy thought it is quite a coward move. Until Optimus himself ordered every bot to get themselves to safety. Guess it was the right choice after all...

Hence, there she is. Not to a avoid the leader's order, instead was given a mission to seek for other fellow Autobots.

The blue flyer was high up over a deserted area. Washed up clean, no sign of living or unliving. Upon crossing a certain part, an unidentified object went flying towards the bot. She managed to avoid whatever that flying thing is.

She grunted, taking back the flight control to land properly. Got a glimpse of that 'object', seemingly something new yet familiar. Zy landed on her pedes. Optics looking around examining for any presence.

Heavy steps approaches. The appearance of another Cybertronian is what made the Autobot warrior irritated. "Core..." The femme growled, stance become firm.

Core, one of those Decepticon psychotics. This one is whom Zy loathed the most. That smug Decepticon walks over, a servo held the same object that was thrown at the Autobot. It's like dagger but bended (think of a boomerang with knife).

"I appreciate you still remember." Chuckles Core, stopping feets away from the blue Autobot. His dark frame built like those usual seekers, purplish painted armour almost blended in lightless environment. That little new weapon was carelessly flipped in the air.

"I thought I had your helm cracked to malfunction last time." Red optics fully focused on Zy's protected faceplate. It's all covered, though he could imagine how raged the looks in her lovely optics, beneath that dark visor he found annoying.

Seeing Zy remains unmoving, he encouraged himself to adds more. By looking around, he gave out another point-out. "Very worn-down view, isn't it? Who knows, it's already the last day of Cybertron... Too bad you Autobots afford to save it."

"Cybertron will be saved." Her katana was unsheathed from the back straps. Positioned firmly by her side, a stance ready to fight. "Hence you immoral cons will be perished."

"Seems like you're in hurry." He huffed amusingly, don't know what he found funny. "Alright, sweetspark, allow me to make this quickly..."

Core's battlemask activated. He unsheathed his long sword, ready to clash along.

Zy was sent to rescue the survivors and Core, sent to eliminate each of that's still alive.