Vos. The once glorious city that flourished with the culture of the Cybertronian Seekers. A beautiful city now laying in the dust of war. The silence echoed through the empty roads of the once bright with lights city.
A single seeker titan walked through those empty roads, his thundering pedesteps echoing along the silence, making his presence known. The magnificent long and wide golden and silver wings were raised proudly on his back as he walked towards the gun fire. The sole sound in the silence and in the darkness. The tall silver and golden mech pulled out two shiny swords, the lights of the laser blasts shining on it as the shots bounced off the heavy armor of the mech as his battle mask and visor snapped in place.
The purple and black figures of the Decepticon drones named as Vehicons were the only things visible in the distance other than the ruins of Vos as their blaster fire showered the lone mech but he did not seem to back down from the bullet shots but he kept walking, his golden optics narrowing on the Vehicons. The mech then took off to the Decepticons, his swords slashing through the cold breezing air of the night and through the thick armor that covered the drones, energon spluttering everywhere as the agonizing screams of the Decepticon soldiers broke the night's silence.
To Burstmaster, war had no sound. It was a situation. An aweful situation that ravaged Cybertron for the past eons. The screams of mechs and femmes dying was the most horrifying sound that followed after that situation.
War. It was the reason why fear was born. Why hatred was born. Among those screams though, his sensitive audios caught the sound of what was very young. A sparkling. A light of life among the darkness and the ruins of a destroyed city. A destroyed planet. It was the only thing that he sought and that he thought he had forsakened.
This sound was a harbor for his spark to find maybe happiness. Yet, he felt sadness. About this poor spark having to face the ugliness of this war. Of this world. As he snapped out of his thoughts, his right servo turned into a Nucleon Shock Cannon. One of the most terrifying weapons Cybertron had to offer. One weapon that he wished he'd never use. But if he were to get to the soft sound of the young spark fast, he had to get there quickly.
The sound of the cannon's main firing barrels charging up was heard before with a mighty roar the seeker titan spun to the honorless to him soldiers and unleashing the power of the beast, the blasts of the cannon creating massive shockwaves and explosions as soon as they came in contact with the Decepticons and the ground. Then, there was silence again. No more orders, screams and firing. Only the soft sounds and chirps of distress under the ruins.
Those sounds made Burstmaster's spark tremble. He threw aside the gear of war and ran to the ruins, slowly moving the ruins away. After a short period of time, a small bundle came in the view of Burstmaster's optics.
It was a tiny seekerlet. Barely 3 orns old. The mech's optics softened and his battle gear retracted as he reached down to get hold of the sparkling but the sparking let out a hiss in between his whimpers as he tried to scratch Burstmaster with his soft claws. Yes, it was a he. A tiny mechling.
Burstmaster ignored the sparkling's attempts of trying to get away and gently picked him up, cuddling him close to his spark. The soothing sound of the beating of his spark was like a lullaby to the young spark. The strained sparkling's chirps of distress slowly faded away as he slowly drifted in recharge. Burstmaster let out a soft sigh.
Yes. There was even in the darkness of the war a spark of light. Even among death, there always was the spark of life. Yes. There was still life. There was a harbor of comfort.
A harbor... Of hope.