At the end of wandering

by Shibara

What will a forgotten soldier do when it finds the war for Cybertron has followed him even to Earth. When both sides are enemies, what choice is left? TF:P Rated M for cursing, gore, mature themes, and some torture up the alley. Warnings/notes inside

2. Prologue

Prologue

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It was like a mantra sweeping through his processor, propelling him forward across the mist of his messed-up thoughts and the error messages popping up before his optics.

His right servo grasped for purchase on the dirty walls while his left one swung from side to side spraying droplets of energon on the streets. He would have literally sparkled if light shone on him, his whole hull was a mass of open circuitry and gashes leaked his vital fuel, bathing him whole.

He heard a second explosion but he didn't even glance back as the redish light suddenly made his shadow race before him.

If anything, he tried to limp faster, knowing nothing was gained by analizing right now. There was only the place he had been and the need to get away. Still no place he ought to get to, so that was that: finding where that would be and getting there.

But the task wasn't as simple as that. Iacon was as non welcoming for him as it had ever been (not to mention boiling with soldiers at every corner) and Kaon... well, Kaon was out of the question now.

Would the high ranks at Polyhex know about what happened just now? Was Tyger Pax on the loop? And what about Tarn?

For that matter, would anyone actually know, besides the traitorous slag? What about his creator? Did he know what happened to him and his brothers?

And what if he did... what if the order had just been issued like every other one. A datapad to be glanced and accepted by everyone, no questions asked, non answered.

Even by his unreadable yellow eye.

NO! No thinking! No processing and no analizing.

He snapped out of his grimm riverie and tried to move faster.

Run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run-run

When he was safe, he would think. For now he just had to get away.

Anything else was irrelevant.

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Well, that's it for a short prologue. I'll post the first chapter later on today or tomorrow 0w0

R&R is extremely appreciates, specially concrit, since I am pretty new at this storytelling stuff =3