Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel, Transformers, Final Fantasy 13 if did I would be a very happy man. I do own Gabriel Shepard.

Author Notes: What is there to say , the story was sitting in my files, I read the original and said to self - "Self you can do better". So this project was born: Crossroads of Destiny:Re – Traveled. New plot, new characters, same concepts and themes but a different mode of delivery. This project will be broken up in to trilogy and tie in epilogue. As you can see I got a lot of influence from the Neon Genesis Evangelion Rebuild series of the movies which are amazing hence the titles. Once again thank for Bells of Eden for letting me play around in her Deux Claret Universe and for being my awesome, lovely beta reader despite a 5 hour time difference.

Crossroads of Destiny: Re-Traveled
First Movement
Nocturne of Sleeping Destiny: You Will (Not) Choose

by

Nitefyre

Prologue
Lament of a Dying Star

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System damage: critical.

Shut up.

Spark chamber breached.

You don't say.

Total systems failure imminent.

Tell me something I don't know.

You're dying.

A voice – a female voice – spoke to him as he floated in the empty void. His body was broken. Debris and leaking energon trailed behind him like a comet's tail.

That is rather clear, and I would like to do so in peace, and with my sanity intact, the mech barked back mentally. He might not have the energy left to move, but he could die in peace.

Stars should never die in silence, but always in a blinding flash: a song of fire, death and life.

There before him, of all things, was a human – a human woman – the last thing he wanted to see. Her ghostly form floated above his him, her short-cut purple hair swept in an unseen breeze.

Oh, Primus does have sense of humor. I'm seeing humans before my end – great. The shattered remains of the Air Commander gave the smallest twitch of annoyance.

Why do you deny me? You are star with no song. I am your song, the vision said, caressing his broken face plates.

Stars don't have songs – and stars don't sing. They only scream in misery and solitude. Now go – I don't wish to spend my last moments debating with an apparition of my crashing processor, he barked back – but the woman folded her arms in a sign of defiance, shaking her head.

Oh, but your scream is your song, Starscream – and it has yet to be heard. For when it is, the sky will shatter, and Heaven shall tremble.

A swirling sphere of glowing, purple-white energy formed in her hand. Before he could respond, she plunged her hand into his chest. His vision filled with a blinding light before darkness came.

Only when we die are we ever truly born.

There he is – slag, those bastards did a number on him.

You owe me for this one, 'Screamer.

He's still alive, but barely.

Quickly – we have to move him. Get him on board.

If you can hear me: you're going to be all right, old friend.