Lost
It has been a month since I joined the autobots. I thought that leaving the decepticons behind would set me free, but it didn't. All I did was make things more complicated and confusing. It was quite clear that I'm lost. Lost on my own path, unsure of what to do. Just like when I used to be Shadow, questioning my mission objective. I can never choose, until the last second. When everything was lost, and then does the mist covering my path finally lifts. I sighed, wondering if I'd done the right thing. I stared up at the ceiling of my room thinking about my decision.
You have done well…
"Who's there?" I asked sitting up.
But there was no one around. Nobody managed to sneak into my room.
My identity isn't important. All you need to know is that I'm here to guide you…
I looked around wildly. I don't trust whoever it is, the voice sounded sinister. A possibility of who it could possibly be flashed through my mind. But I banished it as soon as it hit, it was impossible that the voice belonged to him. He was killed and ejected off into space. There was no way it was him… or was it really him?
Listen well… when the time is right… end Prime…
Fudgescones! How can it be? Isn't Unicron supposed to be dead and his body… um dissected? I started to shake my head thinking it's just a hallucination. It was late after all, maybe I'm just tired and my head is starting to imagine random things. Taking those thoughts to reassure myself, I fell asleep.
Think these thoughts… reassure yourself… but when the time is right, you will strike…
On the Nemesis…
Bladedancer was frowning at the wall of her room. Her mind was racing with the recent events. What were you thinking Blue? Bladedancer thought in annoyance. Now that her twin has officially last it and joined the autobots, she felt… lonely. Sure, Bluedragon wasn't the best of company, but she was always there to help Bladedancer cause mischief on the ship. Now that her number one helper is gone… WHO WILL HELP HER WITH HER PRANKS!?
Megatron was angry, not at anobody, but himself. He should have known that Bluedragon was rebellious. Then maybe he could've avoided having her join the enemies. Megatron growled in frustration as he punched the wall of his room. He then sighed and lay down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. If only Amethyst was here…
In a forest…
Starscream left the decepticons a few days after Bluedragon left. To avoid Megatron's wrath, Starscream hid in the many forests dotting this planet. As he wandered around looking for scrap energon, he left the forest without knowing. His mind wasn't on looking for energon, he was just thinking about Bluedragon. He wondered where she was, where she disappeared to. The autobots better take good care of her, Starscream thought. He suddenly tripped.
"Scrap!" Starscream yelled.
Starscream stood up to see a wreckage. He gasped.
"Is that… a cybertronian ship?" Starscream muttered to himself.
Starscream took a closure inspection and smirked. Maybe his situation wasn't so hopeless after all…
In the autobot base…
Optimus and Ratchet looked at the glowing screen. Ratchet watched as Optimus worked away decoding the Iacon database.
"Optimus… take a rest, it's quite late," Ratchet said.
"Just a few more minutes old friend, I'm almost finished here," Optimus replied.
"Can we talk for a moment?" Ratchet asked.
"Alright Ratchet, what is it do you want to talk about?" Optimus asked.
Optimus turned to face Ratchet. Only to see the medic busy looking at a report.
"Here, this was something I discovered about Bluedragon," Ratchet said.
Ratchet handed Optimus the report. The autobot leader scanned through the report. As Optimus reached the bottom of the report, he frowned.
"Are you sure that this is accurate?" Optimus asked.
Ratchet nodded. Optimus sighed and turned to head towards his room.
"You should rest too old friend," Optimus suggested.
Ratchet nodded then headed towards his own room.
"Just how much are you hiding from us Bluedragon?" Optimus muttered.
Then he went into his own room to turn in for the night…