The tired femme activated the ground bridge on her arm's control panel. She engaged her light reflection device and walked through the spinning lights slowly. The bright colours whirred around her as she was instantly transported to her destination. Her iridescent blue optics adjusted to the new environment, slowly coming into focus. She closed the bridge and looked around, activating her arm canon and held it at the ready.
The city in ruins loomed ominously around her. Broken buildings, demolished towers, and charred metal surrounded her. She continued down the familiar path, the path she took every evening. She stepped quietly, through the overwhelming silence of the dying planet. Her optics looked ahead at the setting sun, the orange, red, and purple hues danced across the sky, as broken figures of destruction cast long shadows across her path. The silhouettes of ruins blocked the beauty of the sun, causing the comforting warmth of the day to be sporadically lost.
Her tired legs carried her slowly, and her processors began to whirl. Who was the femme Autobot? What was the strange creature she helped? Why did it hold the Key to Vector Sigma? What had happened to the Prime? Who was the Prime she helped to restore? Where were they now? Did they succeed in their mission? Were they being followed by more Decepticons? Was Megatron with them? She shuddered at the thought. Megatron. The sound of his traitorous name was enough to make her energon boil. This war, this destruction, everything, was his fault. She wouldn't be stranded here, scrounging for energon scraps like a common drone if it weren't for him. She wouldn't be alone on a dying planet if it weren't for him. She wouldn't have lost her all whom she loved most if it weren't for him. She hated him. She hated him for all that he did to her and her family; to all those he betrayed and killed. One day. One day I will tear you limb by limb, gear by gear, and cord by cord until you are nothing but a helm and a husk. I'll make you suffer as you made my loved ones suffer, and when you beg for mercy… I'll leave you to rust like the worthless heap of scrap you are.
A small smirk spread across her faceplates as she imagined her revenge. Her optics scanned the openings in the broken buildings, searching for 'Con followers. She raised her arm canon for extra measure. Nothing. No one. She sighed quietly, the Insecticons that emerged from stasis, the Autobot and her strange companion were the only other life forms she had seen in eons…other than the 'Con she regularly tracked.
She turned the corner, and cut through a fallen archway, pushing hanging cables out of her path as she passed through. Still her processors continued to whirl. I should've gone with them. Why didn't I follow them? Why didn't I give her a message to pass on? I could've re-joined the Autobots wherever they came from. I could've helped them. I could've helped the Prime…what if it's- No. She stopped herself. She couldn't afford to think that way. She couldn't afford to think of him. The familiar pain and loneliness she had supressed for so long began to rise from the pit of her spark. The aching and longing to see him, know him, and feel him hit her like a wall. No. You have a job to do. You have a duty and mission to complete here. You must be strong for him… for them. For all that you love who fought and continue to fight in this battle. She shook her helm, once again swallowing the pain that resided in her broken spark. He's dead. You felt it the day he became one with the All-Spark, the final fleeting moments when the last tendrils of his spark ceased to exist with yours. To think otherwise is nothing but a false hope… a hope you cannot afford to entertain. Not anymore.
She stood at the entrance of the half demolished tower, and cautiously looked around. She climbed the broken stairs, using the familiar footing she used for many years past. With ease she reached the top of the staircase, opening onto a landing with a vacant side. The building's east wall was blown completely off, revealing the inner staircase and floor landings that remained partially intact. She crawled across the exposed beams onto the landing. Leaning against a large rusted structural post she hung her legs over the side gingerly. She retracted her facemask and deactivated the invisible disguise. She basked in the soft glow of the setting sun, losing herself in the warmth. She closed her optics and breathed slowly, fighting to find peace. A gentle wind whistled through the rubble of a once prosperous city, echoing up the passageways.
She opened her optics as the last sliver of sunlight disappeared over the horizon, hiding the extent of desolation in the darkness of the approaching night. The soft glow of the rising moon began to light the darkness, and she could feel a familiar ache in her spark. She closed her optics tightly as she folded her arm around her chassis, holding herself in a tight embrace. Her processors began to whirl, as the memories from so long ago slowly flooded her mind. She opened her optics and searched the clear evening sky. She raised a tired arm, gently connecting the constellations with her fingertips, as a faint smile spread across her faceplates. Her lips parted as she traced the figures in the sky. "The first celestial body that I've mapped out is the easiest to see in the night sky, especially when it's clear like tonight. It's just on the western side there…" She whispered quietly to the emptiness around her, closing her optics. "It's known as the Optimus constellation, and was named after the last of the Prime's…" She paused, taking a deep breath. "The greatest warrior of all time…" She leaned her helm back, fixing her optics on the bright constellation shining proudly above her.
"Till all are one."
