A curse for freedom.
Note: I don't own Transformers, I do own the Autocons, Blackstrike.
Sunstreaker led the Autobot deep into the abandon territories of the Autocons, his ears twitching for any signs of movement. Optimus and the other autobots looked around the territory; some looked at Sunstreaker as he jumped at every movement.
"Sunstreaker you okay, you look a little jumpy." Jazz told him.
"You guys should be too; Autocons don't like it when trespassers enter their land." Sunstreaker replied.
"We just want to talk to their leader." Replied a large gorilla named Optimus Primal.
"I know, but I know what you have done to my father, especially you Rattrap." Sunstreaker responded.
Sunstreaker turned back around and led them deeper into the land, grasslands were scorched by fire. Sunstreaker stopped for a moment and looked around, he looked a certain thing to his right. It was a wolf pup, no more that three million years old.
"No no, Blackstrike." Sunstreaker screamed, running to the wolf pups side.
"Sunstreaker wait, come back!" yelled Ratchet, racing after the golden wolf.
Sunstreaker jumped beside the wolf pup, his eyes filled with sorrow as he found out that the femme was dead, or so he thought. Blackstrike's left optic started to function; her systems let out a slow and quiet hum.
"Sunny is that you?" she asked.
"Blackstrike, what happened here, where are the others?" Sunstreaker asked.
"They were wolves in the skin of sheep(1); if you find them they will try to purify you." Blackstrike whispered.
"What, what do you mean?" Sunstreaker demanded softly.
"Sunstreaker move, I can help her." Ratchet barked.
"No don't, Sunstreaker remember this, Fire doesn't cleanse, it blackens(2)." Blackstrike whispered.
With those last words, Blackstrike's spark faded; her once ice crystal optics faded into gray. Sunstreaker looked at the once beautiful femme, his optics clouded in sorrow as he stared into the pup's eyes.
"I'm sorry Sunstreaker, she was to far gone." Ratchet told him.
"I knew that, I was glad that I spoke to her one last time." Sunstreaker whispered.
"We're truly sorry for your friend." Primal whispered.
"It's not that, she was my daughter as well as my apprentice." Sunstreaker replied.
Everybody started at him, eyes dimmed in sorrow for the mech. Sunstreaker laid in a vigil position beside his daughter, mourning for her. The rest of the autobots gathered into small groups, also mourning for the young femme.
The next day later…
Everybody onlined their optics, looking around as the stars shone brightly over the Autocon lands. They didn't see Sunstreaker until they looked two feet away from the Maximal group. Sunstreaker was sitting beside a large mound of dirt, saying something quietly.
"- and may her spark join the Matrix." Sunstreaker finished his sentence.
"Sunstreaker, are you okay?" asked Optimus.
"I'm fine, now you want to see the leader or not?" Sunstreaker asked.
"Lead the way, Sunstreaker, we're ready when you're ready." Primal replied.
Sunstreaker nodded and stood up; his eyes still dull with sorrow.
"They will purify you…They were wolves in the skin of sheep." Blackstrike's words rang in Sunstreaker's ears as he led the Autobots toward the Land of the Dark.
"I'll avenge your death, Blackstirke, I promise." Sunstreaker thought.
1: "They are wolves in the skin of sheep" From silent hill, said from Dahila
2: "Fire doesn't cleanse, it blackens" from silent hill, said from Dahila
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