1 Battle's Aftermath
It was more of a scuffle than a battle, but that didn't really matter after Fusion was struck multiple times by enemy fire. There was energon everywhere she looked, surrounding her in a glowing pool of life's energy. Her body was racked by pain and fear, the latter coming from the sounds of battle further down the hill from where she lay amidst the destruction and death all around. She had been left behind by the Autobots, just as the vehicons had been left behind by the Decepticons. For a moment, she hated all that she had known for most of her life, the sense that she was little more than another body, another tool for the fighting infuriated her. Even Interceptor had continued to follow the fight, stepping over her in his haste to reach the battle. Metalstorm was nowhere to be seen, most likely up high where he could use his missiles to assist the other Autobots.
Slowly, her body was coming back online, though one of the weapons had left a fire burning inside of her very wiring. It felt as though it were racing through the wires, much the way a poison races through the veins of an organic. The fire was causing her to panic slightly, especially as her internal scanners came back online and she realized she had no self-repair system. It was malfunctioning, the area having been hit by the new weapon being the same that housed the system. To keep her processor off of what was happening inside of her own body, she slowly sat up, wincing at the pain of frozen joints and wounds that were still gaping and releasing energon.
If she didn't die on this battlefield, it would be nothing short of a miracle.
Looking about herself, she spotted a vehicon that was down, his lower extremities removed in some sort of blast. She could see the energon that flowed freely from his body, it was beginning to thin and the rush slow down. There was nothing she could do for him, but it was better than concentrating on her own life-threatening damage, so she crawled through the mud and charred muck to his side, feeling the slimy stuff as it seeped into her armor and joints. Not even the protective black covering could keep it out.
Shuddering with exhaustion as a few more systems, ones that had just moments before reactivated themselves, succumbed to the weapon that raged through her body, she plopped down beside the vehicon, noticing how dim his single visor-like optic appeared. He reminded her strongly of D-99, a Decepticon drone she had befriended six years previously. One that had been killed by her torturer for helping her escape. With a shaking hand, she reached out and touched the vehicon's shoulder, delving into his processor and disconnecting the pain receptors so he at least didn't suffer in his last moments on this plane of existence. Once this was accomplished, she allowed her hand to slide down his arm and land in the much at her side, splashing herself with more energon and watery earth.
A sigh escaped her as rain began to fall from the tumultuous skies above, lightening streaking over the battle below. She watched, with little interest, as Interceptor and Arcee attacked one of the leaders of the Decepticons. Tentacles erupted from the ground below their feet and both were thrown off balance. Arcee recovering first, with her far more lithe design. Interceptor slammed into the ground hard enough for Fusion to feel the shockwaves of his impact at the top of the hill. The mech they were fighting turned his single optic and began scanning the group, moving his head until he focused on her, at the top of the hill. Fusion thought she saw his optic blaze with open curiosity, but before she could get a good handle on his reaction, Arcee was on him again. Interceptor was back on his feet as well.
Her interest in the battle was lost after that piercing gaze. She shivered and wrapped her arms about her legs, turning to look at the decimated forest all around. The bodies of multiple vehicons lay about. The Autobots were damaged, but still standing. Optimus Prime had a tendency to avoid the destruction of his own unit. Though, she seemed to be an exception to that rule. Anger was beginning to boil inside of her as she thought about all the times she had seen the other Autobots lifting a comrade and leaving the battle, keeping them protected from the fire of the enemy. It always seemed that they saved their fallen comrades. So, why was she left to die?
These dark thoughts continued to swirl about in her processor, even as her systems shut down, one by one. Shadows flew overhead, breaking through the dark storm clouds. She didn't have the energy to look up and watch as the Seekers joined the battle. It wasn't long before she heard the shout for retreat on the Autobots' side and the brilliantly bright glow of the ground bridge flashed in the corner of her optic.
Shuddering footsteps warned of the approach of others. Voices came to her over the thrumming of the thunder high in the sky above. The rain made everything sound strange to her, or that could be because her audio sensors were beginning to shut down. She was no longer certain, as it seemed her internal scanner had disengaged at some point in time when she wasn't paying any attention. One of the voices seemed to be talking about her, but she didn't know what was being said, so she slowly turned her faceplate so that she was looking at the lower legs of the cycloptic mech. Another mech, with red armor stood beside him. She knew him, but she couldn't remember from where. He was the one who moved closer and lifted her into his arms. The memories were there, but fuzzy and unattainable. Who was he and where was he taking her? She wished she could remember because something deep inside her was screaming at her that she needed to run away from him. That deactivation would be a better choice than allowing him to take her anywhere.
But all this became impossible to care about as she sank down and leaned into his chestplate, her hands crossed over her chest and her optics narrowed to mere slits. Even the intake and release of the air through her vents was becoming regular. She wondered if she were dying. At least, if she were, she was happy where she was, though there was still that niggling fear in the back of her processor.
"The repairs will be made immediately, you need not worry Shockwave, I'll keep the files so you can see the damage you caused," the red mech was speaking with the one with a single optic. Before she heard the response, her audio sensors disengaged and she succumbed to the dark abyss that was threatening her line of vision.
