TFA: Deals with our Devils; Chapter Ten: Alpha Trion's warning
Back on cybertron Alpha Trion was currently working on some experiment that he was working on for a while in his lab. He was trying to see if it was possible to make better energon sources grow in more remote locations. After a few minutes of silence, he couldn't help but feel in his servo's that he was being watched, but he had sensor's set up in his lab so no-one would end up sneaking into his lab and steel some research. However, that feeling that was still there. He tried to shake the feeling but it wouldn't go away.
He turned his head towards the shadow in his lab only to meet a dark figure that seemed to blend into the darkness around it.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Alpha Trion said with some demand in his voice.
The dark figure didn't say anything but instead seemed to pull up a dark looking giant combat knife with some sharp abrasions on the edges and chains leading to and disappearing into the arm. Then again, he couldn't see that clearly so it must have been his imagination. Still he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something, "sinister", about this individual, it moved to perfectly, to rigged, like it crawled out of a dark pit somewhere that was filled with all sorts of dark creatures the universe could produce.
"Well, speak up"! He demanded.
"Speak up", "that's ironic" … The dark figure spoke, while waving around his blade in his hand like it was a toy with zero self-regard for his own safety making Alpha Trion's optics blink in surprise, there was something familiar about its voice. "I once spoke up", "on a planet with my two friends", "I said it wasn't safe to go there", "But they didn't listen", "and once everything went south they pinned all the blame on me", Alpha Trion's processor was causing his face to make an expression in realization as to who was in his lab. "And no one was there to shield me from the self-destructive path that was humiliation and lack of pity that dammed me in the end". He spoke as he stood up in the shadows. Alpha Trion took a step back.
"But who am I to complain, it only cost me the hunk of metal that is my head, and the little bit of electricity that we all called a spark". It said with slight humor in his voice.
Alpha Trion was getting nervous by the second as the dark figure stood up and waved the blade by its chains in circles with an eerie effect to the movement. Like he didn't mind if it cut his arm off.
"Of course, if you didn't put me online in the first place this wouldn't have happened".
Alpha Trion was backed up against the wall now, he couldn't make sense of it, his sensors were picking up no life sign's and zero information on his body-makeup. He was like a ghost. "It wasn't physically possible".
"Just for heads up, I'm going to give you a warning".
…SHANK!
Alpha Trion's optics turned to the right, …impaled in the wall was the pure black blade with the rattling chain connected to the handle. He slowly moved his optics forward, standing there was someone he thought he would never see again, albeit he had a dark color to his armor and red optics that looked organic.
Then he was gone, like he wasn't even there to begin with along with the chain and blade. He just vanished before his optics into a shadowy mist.
Alpha Trion collapsed to the floor with absolutely no strength left.
For the longest time he watched the shadows until the next cycle.
Finally, he found his words, and with them he said…
Optimus…..?