I need to get in the habbit of writing more now...

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I came to slowly, wearily, my surroundings slowly becoming clear. I carefully lifted my throbbing head, looking around at the bleak, sandy desert. Where was I? Where was Smelter? I looked around, spying a piece of red armor, Smelter's armor. then it hit me like the Cybertronian frieght train. We had left Cybertron, came upon this planet. We had been attacked by Decepticons, Smelter had been taken, I had been downed. I stumbled to my feet, roaring out in pain as my side protested against the movement. I looked around, for help, fo safety, for anything that could save me. Nothing but sand, the wind, and me.

I stood still, steadying myself out. I gently pushed my weakened wings out to my side, testing them to see if they were wounded in any way. Operational, but sore. I tucked them back into my side, and started my journey acorss the vast sea of sand.

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I stood atop a sand dune, the wind blasting my face. Below me was a large sea, grass growing in sparse chunks around the shore line. I tested my wings again, the soreness and pain gone. My side had healed on my week long trek, and I was now ready for sustained flight. I flapped, and leaped upward, slowly speeding upwad. My shoulders groaned in protest, but stopped once I leveled out and started to soar. I flew away, gliding over the ocean. After what seemed like only a hour or so, the sea gave way to furtile land, mountains spottable in the distance. I soared onward towards the mountains, they could offer me shelter for the time being.

I landed on a rocky outcrop, looking around. Little spinal based organisms ran below me, leaping from rock to rock, bleating at the sight of me. I laid down, watching them for some times. A sleek white cat prowled pass me, and it reminded me of Ravage, the Decepticon panther.

I laid my head down on my outstretched legs, and oflined my optics, getting some much needed recharge. Memories and dreams filled my processor as I recharged, old memories of Cybertron, a dream of Smelter being killed, and a odd vision of fields of golden wheat dancing in the wind, me satanding in the middle of them, and black and white shapes prowling towards me.

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Short chapter, I know I know. I'm working on getting some motivation back...