Noises break through the void.
The goddess is dead.
The Wasps killed her.
The goddess cannot die.
Noises through the void break.
***
At the beginning of all this, I wasn't even sure if it would work.
You see, every time I set myself to do something, it never turned out the way I wanted.
Something beyond the vastness of the universe always threw something in to throw me off. Whether it be an unscrewed nail, a blast in the wrong place at the right time, or even a simple aft-head to get in the way.
Of course, my nature would never allow me to be put off. I always brushed it off with a smile and pretended I didn't care- that it didn't matter.
It's easy to be me. I'm always happy and always silly and this personality led me to be the biggest joke of the Decepticon.
It seemed like an eternity ago when our leader Megatron was presumed missing. Me and my twin believed that he could not be off-line. He was merely in a situation where he could not reach us. So we stationed ourselves to a safe life on Cybertron and as spies. Me and my sister, no one knew who we were. Our appearance helped…we were only Sparklings. Too young to be in the war…too young to know better…to young to have a choice about it. It was an ideal life. I hardly got into life threatening situations and Flip didn't have to protect me so much.
But then our glorious leader was found, and we had to revert back to the life we once knew. For me, stake-out missions. No one would dare shoot me. Too innocent looking. For Flip-assassinations.
It seemed an even longer eternity when I joined. Alone. No twin at my side. But always with me. Lingering. It was her that drew me to this fraction. I joined for the chance of unbinding freedom. There were other reasons, but that's the problem. I can't think of them anymore. Besides the occasional 'We-get-to-blow-up-shit' moments in this war, everything was all about revenge and power and 'I'll get you one day Prime!'
I joined because I didn't like order and the regulations the Autobots enforced upon my world. Even so, I had a bigger list for all the reasons I should just leave. Megatron lost his sanity way way waaaaayyy long ago. Starscream was just as crazy, and he was insanely ambitious it was creepy, and was a narcissistic bastard. Guess that ambition finally got to him in the end. The Autobots were always on the hunt for us, as was Decepticon traitors. I hated living like this.
The war was done and over. My leader captured, my trine leader dead, and my other comrades scattered far from where I could reach them. Part of my wanted to turn myself in. What was the point anymore?
The only thing that made me stay was the fact that my sister would never give up. The day she joined the Autobots was the day Optimus became a Decepticon.
Speaking of my sister, I had a rescue mission to attend to.
I didn't think it would work at first.
***
Rescue missions weren't my forte. Or anything really.
But it was my sister, and I would walk on a sea of acid for her.
She would do the same for me, and I was due for a favor.
Her spark called out to me, gripping itself in restrained pain. No matter how hard I called to her, she was determined to keep me away. But she couldn't last much longer. I could feel where she was. I could feel her hurt.
The stockades. She was trapped. Like a bird in a cage. And she was growing crazy.
Not that she could get any more crazy then she already was.
Well, maybe there was still a little bit more room for improvement.
***
"SOUPS ON!"
The cheery comment resonated in the halls of the stockades. It was a dark, dank place. A place that sent chills around my body. I could feel it chocking the life out of me, trapping me, restraining me. This was a place worthy of nightmares.
"Star…?"
I was hanging, upside down, peering into my sister's closed cell. The window to her door, with bars to reflect her confinement in shadows, was the only view of the outside. She lay, huddled in a corner, her armor encrusted with dirt, and more scratches and scars then I could remember her having. Scars she proudly wore, to show her enemies how dangerous she could really be. Scars that made her polish her armor with care, so they can shine brightly like little war stories against her body. Now they only told the story of a sad, pathetic femme. Her blood-red optics were wide, staring into my acid green ones, as if she could not believe that I was actually here.
"Star….?" her voice was metallic with misuse. She groaned under her breathe, and stood on shaky peds. She looked ready to collapse. But she wouldn't. Because she's better than that.
"Star…" she sighed, reaching for the bars, "I can feel you." she off-lined her optics, and shuddered, "I can feel you. I can feel you." she repeated this mantra, as if she were trying to convince herself that she could. That I wasn't an illusion.
"Sissy…" I whispered, "Sissy, I'm going to get you out. I'm going to blast through this door, and we're going to make a run for it. I'm going to lead the Auto-scum away, and you're going to free our leader." I dropped my audios an octave lower, "I need you to tell me if you're strong enough to do this Sissy, because we can't just break free and go nowhere. We're hunted. We need to free Megatron now, because there's no way we'll be able to sneak back in again. So you have to tell me Sissy, can we do it?"
She looked defeated, and for a second I thought she was going to shake her head, but she straightened up and spoke in a clear voice, strained, but strong, "What are the chances we'll make it out alive?"
I smiled, "Well, if we were normal ruthless Decepticon aft-heads, I say a fifty-fifty chance. But since it's me, I'd say about -2 to a billion. How do you feel about those odds?"
This time, it was her turn to crack a grin, "That's a better percentage then you've ever had Star. Let's do this."
"Kay, stand back against the wall civilian. Or you can stand next to the door if you want. I still haven't got you back for the paint ball gun incident."
"Baby baby baby," my sister laughed, and stepped away.
I blasted the door three times and then I began to run.
"There she is! Get her!" was the snarled shouts from behind.
I wonder how long it'll be before they realize that my twin's colors are black and red, not green and grey like myself.
You have to wonder about their intelligence sometimes.
***
I rounded a corner, and faced a dead end. I could hear their footsteps behind me, and I couldn't do anything but back up against the wall.
They raised their guns, and I held out my hands.
"Okay, okay, I know how this looks, but I can explain." And I fired green burst from my palms.
"Yeah, I'll get back to you on that explanation later." I ran and jumped over their unconscious forms. Left, left, right, right, left, right. And then I reached more doors. Chants and vicious snarls reached my ears. Well, what was an army without soldiers? I fired on the locks.
Deceptions of all sizes broke through the doors. Not part of the plan. It could jeopardize Flip's mission. No doubt the order would come in to double the security around his cell, but, ah well, the more the merrier.
"Ello gents. I'm the new judge in town, and the order just came in. Jailbreak. So break everything you can, and try not to kill anyone."
Their was a murmur of laughter, and I activated my wings, flying over the crowd.
"DECEPTICONS! TRANSFORM AND DISTRACT!"
***
Another rounded corner ahead of the army of newly-released savages, and I collided against Flip. She looked worn out, but slightly pleased with herself.
"I made it," She gasped, "It was tough, but I made it. I was already in the cell by the time the alarm was called. It was just a matter of releasing him and then we're out."
She collapsed against me, already in recharge. Getting in must have not been easy. But she was the best. I carried her, noting she was incredibly light. They had underfed her here.
I shouted at the top of my audios, "Cons! Elvis has left the building! I repeat: ELVIS HAS LEFT THE BUILDING!"
They all paused. And someone from the back shouted, "Who?"
I rolled my eyes. Really needed to lay off organic TV.
"MEGS you aft-heads! Now let's get a move on! C'mon!"
***
Leaving the stockades was easy. Running away unnoticed? Hard.
Even with a horde of convicts running around, it was difficult to navigate away from the elite guard. It seemed like they were everywhere. No worries. I just needed a nice little remote area to stake out at and wait for the heat to cool down.
The perfect place popped into my head.
Cybertron's garbage disposal center.