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Gone. Everyone gone. Everything gone. Ironhide slowly made his way through the field of offline mechs and femmes, searching for one femme in particular. Ironhide used his powerful scanners to detect any living being. The reading drew a blank. Ironhide sighed and continued to wade through the dead bodies. Autobots and Decepticons alike were scattered across the ground, all of them with families they had planned to return to, friends they had promised to meet with, enemies they had promised to kill. A bit of blue armor stood out in a rather large heap of bodies, and Ironhide's processor reeled. He ran to the pile, and threw aside one body after