It's been a while since I've written anything but I wanted to take another stab at it, I intend to update weekly, with each chapter being between two and three hundred words, without further ado, here's chapter one: Ironhide sat on the cliff's edge, staring at the city she'd once called home, she pulled a cig from her subspace, and not wanting to waste fuel on lighting it, struck it against her forearm a couple of times, on the third try, the friction caused for it to light, and she placed the cig between her worn old maws. As she inhaled the smokes, she closed her optics, remembering the city as it had been before, glimmering skyscrapers, brightly painted orange buildings, and then she opened her optics, and a drop of oxidized energon rolled out of one, and down along her faceplate, as she saw once more what she had already known to be true, the city was turned to rust, and all the sparks of all who were unfortunate enough to be in it at the time had been extinguished, turned to dust. She held the cig in her hand, to prevent the tear from extinguishing it, because if it had and she tried to rekindle it with friction again, she'd just wind up with rust burnt into her arm. It had been a long cycle, and it would only get longer. She stared at the city one last time before she left, it would be suicide to go back in there now, she let out a sigh and walked away, heading southbound, hoping to find only Primus knew what.