Transformers Prime – Not mine.
On his knees
I remember being taken.
I remember being used as a test subject for the Dark Energon for the 'Cons.
I remember fighting my family, my team.
I'm sorry. I can't say it, can't show it – but I am.
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Arcee's optics met mine before Starscream killed me. There was so much that I wanted to say, but with the Dark Energon running through my lines, there was nothing that I could do, except watch the dawning horror and grief cross her faceplates.
I can't say that I felt the blow that would inevitably end my life, but I could feel my systems shut down one by one. It's not a fun sensation, to be aware, yet trapped in my own body. Able to move, but not of my own free will.
Primus, now I'm starting to sound like Prime.
I wanted to reach out and touch Arcee as I fell. I like to think I tried. I'm gonna miss her, and the others. I'm gonna miss Ratchet, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Arcee, and Prime, and I know they'll miss me. My only hope is that they'll look back, and remember me fondly. And look back with smiles instead of tears.
The humans will help, I think. Jack, Miko, and Raf. I never got to meet them, but they'll be good for everyone. They'll bring a light and hope that we'd lost over the years. I'd like that.
Goodbye, my family, my friends, my team, and I will see you again.
AN - This screamed shortness, curse it! Well, it's been tweaked a bit, but this came to me while waiting on my sister to get out of class. Obviously, this is Cliffjumper's point of view before he died, and I thought it was decent. So here it is, and there will be more oneshots to come.
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