Just a short chapter this time. Any feedback would be great.
Chapter Three:
There was no getting over the fact that this was bad. She knew that. She was dying; she was certain but in what timeframe she was unsure. Should she notify the others? Could she bring herself to notify the others? They all seemed so happy since the onset of reformation. Could she bring them down? What would they think? What could they do? No, she thought. She would tell them of the orchard but no more. They need not know of her condition.
Botannica could feel herself. rotting. And it disgusted her. Her movements were now sluggish, her thoughts staggered and disbanded. Did Rattrap know? He had been quiet these past few days. Carefully tending to the dead saplings that they found all too often. If she could link the dying orchard with her disease then couldn't Rattrap? Was he simply ignoring the problem, hoping to find an answer here in the fields of the orchard? She was growing to despise his silence. Why didn't he just say something? Anything.
"Hey, you okay?" Botannica turned at the adolescent voice behind her. She glanced over the features of Nightscream and forced herself to smile.
"I'm fine," she answered. Looking down to his hands, she said, "More?"
"A lot more. They're not even attempting to grow anymore." Nightscream raised the brown stem of the plant to his face. He stared at it as it began to break away, the pieces falling to the floor. "This is serious, isn't it?" Botannica nodded, averting her gaze, trying not to catch the Maximal's eye. It pained her that she could not express to him just how serious this was. Cybertron's future was in their hands and it was rotting.
* * *
His aural sensors were online first, the sounds of the Cybertronian streets filling his newly energised circuits with disdain. They seemed so. happy. The thought disgusted him and as he pondered this, his optics burst into life. Text scrolled across his vision, a million letters, a million symbols, a million answers to a million questions. But he didn't care. He had a body. He was whole again.
WE ARE WHOLE AGAIN.
Megatron smiled as he took his first steps in his new. It was robotic! Completely free of organic materials. He was what he had always aspired to be. And it felt good.
NOW, SUMMON YOUR ARMY.
Chapter Three:
There was no getting over the fact that this was bad. She knew that. She was dying; she was certain but in what timeframe she was unsure. Should she notify the others? Could she bring herself to notify the others? They all seemed so happy since the onset of reformation. Could she bring them down? What would they think? What could they do? No, she thought. She would tell them of the orchard but no more. They need not know of her condition.
Botannica could feel herself. rotting. And it disgusted her. Her movements were now sluggish, her thoughts staggered and disbanded. Did Rattrap know? He had been quiet these past few days. Carefully tending to the dead saplings that they found all too often. If she could link the dying orchard with her disease then couldn't Rattrap? Was he simply ignoring the problem, hoping to find an answer here in the fields of the orchard? She was growing to despise his silence. Why didn't he just say something? Anything.
"Hey, you okay?" Botannica turned at the adolescent voice behind her. She glanced over the features of Nightscream and forced herself to smile.
"I'm fine," she answered. Looking down to his hands, she said, "More?"
"A lot more. They're not even attempting to grow anymore." Nightscream raised the brown stem of the plant to his face. He stared at it as it began to break away, the pieces falling to the floor. "This is serious, isn't it?" Botannica nodded, averting her gaze, trying not to catch the Maximal's eye. It pained her that she could not express to him just how serious this was. Cybertron's future was in their hands and it was rotting.
* * *
His aural sensors were online first, the sounds of the Cybertronian streets filling his newly energised circuits with disdain. They seemed so. happy. The thought disgusted him and as he pondered this, his optics burst into life. Text scrolled across his vision, a million letters, a million symbols, a million answers to a million questions. But he didn't care. He had a body. He was whole again.
WE ARE WHOLE AGAIN.
Megatron smiled as he took his first steps in his new. It was robotic! Completely free of organic materials. He was what he had always aspired to be. And it felt good.
NOW, SUMMON YOUR ARMY.