Drabble - Movieverse: Dark of the Moon - using G1 character Punch

They brought them in last night. Some of the last ones scattered across the stars.

Hiding.

Surviving.

They have no hope, it faded long ago.

Faded as Optimus fell and Cybertron rose.

A new Cybertron built on the embers of war and the backs of subjugation.

They were given their choice this morning.

Slavery or death.

They chose freedom.

Cannons charge.

Blue optics rise.

Defiant to the last.

Light flares.

Paint dims.

My farewell is silent.

It will forever be unspoken.

For I can never acknowledge those I once fought beside.

They are the past.

My designation is Counterpunch.

Decepticon.