Epilogue

Agent William Fowler stepped into General Witwicky's office. Along with the General, there were two other men whom Fowler didn't recognize. "General," Fowler acknowledged.

"Mr. Fowler, please sit down," He said, and after a pause, stated, "These two Gentlemen have come to me with a… interesting offer." He continued, "They want a member of their military to serve in section E." after a pause, Fowler said, "alright who's the candidate?" one of the two men handed him a hard-light document, formatted in English.

Name: Flux, Jarod K. 99372-0149X

Age: approx. 21 Terran cycles

Previous occupation(s):

Recruit- 2nd Lieutenant: Cavalry, armored personnel unit

Lieutenant-Lt. Commander: advanced armored personnel unit

Recorded death: 9.10.10 T.C Recorded reanimation: 9.15.10 T.C

Commander-colonel: Skyjumper, REGENT

Colonel-Lt. General: REGENT Commander

Relations:

Magnain, Alain H. –Companion (MIA-8.31.10 T.C)

Flux, Juno –Sister (Missing-10.19.01 T.C)

After a moment, Fowler spoke, "Well, technically He'd be a valuable asset to Section E," he paused, "but what I don't understand is, why do you wanna get rid of him?" one of the two, wearing an eyepatch, spoke up, "because we believe that his usefulness is better suited here." It sounded like bull to Fowler.

…

After his emergency surgery, Miko walked into the recovery ward, seeing Jarod laying in the gurney; the first time she saw him without his armor, exposed from the waist up. His muscle-bound chest showed the scars of over a decade of warfare. Sitting at his side, she was tempted to reach out and touch his muscular chest; but instead, held his limp prosthetic hand, and listen to his deep, hypnotic breathing.

For weeks she stayed like this, only leaving to eat or relieve herself, sleeping in the chair next to his unconscious form. She often silently cried next to him, praying -to whatever deity that would listen- that he would wake up. Sometimes she would fantasize about the two of them, being together. But she always held his hand, waiting for a response. Over time, she noticed something strange: Jarod wasn't growing a beard; in fact, he had no facial hair outside of his eyebrows, even though he wasn't shaved for the past week. She pondered this for a while, but couldn't come up with an explanation.

Then, two weeks after the surgery, when Miko started to feel hopeless, she felt a gentle squeeze in her grasp. Gasping, she gazed at Jarod, just in time to see his eyes open. "Jarod?" she asked, not how he would react. He looked at her, confusion on his face. He grunted as he sat up, speaking, "{how long have you been there,} Miko?"

"You're awake?" she responded.

"Last time I checked," he said, switching to English.

As he got off the side opposite Miko, she saw his scarred backside. Bewildered, Miko asked rhetorically, "what tortures have you been through?" Jarod sighed, saying, "Miko, you have to realize that I'll be leaving, but you're not going with me." Downtrodden, she muttered, "Maybe if I told you how I feel about you, you'd change your mind!"

"Miko," he explained, "it's not my choice to make." Walking to the door, he paused and said, "I'm sorry this is like this, but I believe this is the last time we'll see each other." He stopped at the door, and uttered, "Goodbye."

Then he left.

…

On one of Cybertron's moons, something dark and insidious stirred.

To be continued... in TFP:Heartless