Blackout stood on the bridge of the Nemesis, overlooking the Night time Atlantic below as the Nemesis fled from Europe, having made away with their robbery winnings. A massive night blackened storm flickered and crackled over the ocean, rain pattering against the hull and windscreen of the Nemesis. There was a calm silence as Vehicons and Eradicons worked on the bridge, controlling the hulk of a ship.
Blackout rubbed his chin and his metal plated handle bar mustache that went down his face around his mouth and formed sharp spikes on his chin, splaying out, smaller than the spikes and prongs on his head. He stared out at the endless lunar reflecting ocean below as the Nemesis raced along it. Waves sloshed and splashed, crashing and tearing at one another, an infinite battle at its core, fighting wave after wave, crashing and frothing. Lightning erupted across the sky in streaking veins of light. Thunder bellowed, muffled inside the calm quiet of the bridge.
Blackout suddenly focused his vision on his broad massive reflection on the bridge windscreen. For a millisecond, he thought it was Grindor, maybe his ghost visiting him from the Allspark. But the moment past and he snarled as he clenched a fist beneath his chin.
Starscream swung around to Blackout's side, a evil smoothness to his stride.
"Well, that went as well as I dreamed" Starscream chuckled. Blackout rolled his eyes and simply peered out at the reflection.
"What? Not impressed with your Emperor of destructi-gah!" He was cut short of his bragging as Blackout wrapped his huge fist around Starscream's throat, lifting the slender fighter jet Decepticon off the floor, legs flailing.
"You are not my Emperor, I answer to no one, understand, only myself!" He snarled, throwing Starscream across the bridge. Vehicons stopped working all together and stared as Starscream spluttered, holding his dented throat and rising to his feet. He looked at all the V shaped red visors staring at him aloft the Vehicon faces. Like an embarrassed bully in a school playground, Starscream challenged them.
"What! What are you all staring at! Get back to work" He coughed as he stormed out of the bridge. Blackout turned to Soundwave. The silent spy simply gazed back, devoid of eyes.
"Soundwave...I have a favor to ask" the bot simply tilted his head slightly to Blackout's request.
"I need you to bridge me to these co ordinates alone...on Cybertron" Blackout showed the being his coordinates and to his surprise, Soundwave nodded. Soundwave gave him just enough of a head tilt as to question why.
"I have something personal I need to attend to. Please" Blackout asked him, almost double the spy's height and mass. Soundwave immediately stepped back and a green swirl emitted. Blackout nodded at him and pats the spy's shoulder as thanks, stepping through. The vortex soon closed and silence resumed on the deck as Soundwave looked back over the ocean below.
...
After three steps, Blackout arrived on a different planet thousands of light-years away: Amazing technology. The bridge popped as it dissipated.
He stepped over the metallic ground and looked up at the massive crumbled moons looming overhead, caught in Cybertron's desolate orbit. Silence was deafening and the sight was debilitating. Iacon: a long cold once smouldering ruin, now a skeleton of a dead city. Even though the Autobots had revived Cybertron, it was still destroyed, and disfigured from the war. Blackout entered a back flip and formed his Pave Low, a human invention flying over Cybertron's skyline.
The rotors clapped in silence as he flew over the collapsed husk of Iacon. Dead streets hung down like shattered ribs and skyscraper ruins pointed to the sky with a warped tinge to their stature, like severed bones piercing Cybertron's skin. Though there was life as glowing blue cracks illuminated across Cybertron's war torn surface.
Blackout arrived at his destination. He transformed and slammed down on his feet, huge arms out to his side. He unclenched his fists and looked down at the floor. Out in this flat of metal and blue hue glowing across the newly revived planet, Blackout knelt down, resting his fist on the ground before him, steadying his body. His folded up rotors slumped behind him and he sighed heavily, shoulders dropping and eyes closing.
"Hey Brother...I know, I know It's been a while. I'm sorry about that, but I've made a lot of progress since I last visited you" He smiled warmly as he looked down at the grave, a single pillar rising up, glowing blue. It was marked with the name Grindor. Blackout tightened his optics as he remembered that fateful day:
Long after he had retreated from Warpath, Arcee and Optimus during the battle at the Iacon refugee camp, Blackout returned and took Grindor's corpse to bury it. He wiped the Energon from his brother's bored through eye socket wound, and laid him in the rectangular hole in the ground, the massive being crying heavily as he looked upon his dead brother. He placed the metallic plate back over and sealed it shut. Now lays a grave Blackout had erected to commend his brother. Blackout was now the last of the brothers...
His eyes opened again and he was back int he present.
"I'm so sorry Grindor" He said with a tremble in his deep raspy voice. "I-I should have saved you! I should have trained you better!" He felt fresh hot tears fall from his red glowing optics, landing on his wrist, steam rising as they hissed against his arm.
"But I swear to you, I will avenge you no matter how long it takes. I will bore a round through Arcee's spark and rip her head from her shoulders! I will make sure she pays for what she did to you...my perfect, sweet and innocent brother" He tearfully expelled from his vocal cords, running his two huge right fingers along the grave pillar.
"I've found her though! Yeah my dear brother, I found her! It's almost time to close this tale, and put you to rest" He sniffled as he wiped his huge wrist along his brow, Energon tears smearing.
"Doi Vetch Nala Geth Tu" [Sleep tight my fallen brother.] He spoke in an ancient unused Cybertronian dialect, only known by the Blackout brothers who studied it. He nodded with a deep inhale and stood up with an aged groan.
"Getting old Grindor, sixty four million solar cycles now; Ha, you'd take the rust out of me for that wouldn't ya? Make fun of your older brother" His smile faded with a sigh and nod. "Yeah...I miss you...so much. I'll visit soon, I promise"
He took two steps away before looking back over his shoulder. "With Arcee's head in grasp"
Author Notes: A scene I had to add. Really shows some more depth to Blackout.