(Hey everyone, how's it been? I've been busy non-stop with my classes, especially since its different level of assignments this week. And the weather's not being cooperative if you catch my meaning.
Okay We saw how Predaking was doing since he landed on Remnant (Like punching out Grimm, breathing fire (Still don't know if that should be his semblance or not), and "Making friends"), now let's see how Dreadwing's recovering after his partial resurrection.
thatoneasshole: I'm sorry to say but Knockout won't be joining us.
Reminder: This is a story that works in correlation with Ryujduge6614's "Transformers RWBY: The Flames of Redemption" that focuses on Blake and Weiss after the fall of Beacon.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Transformers Prime and RWBY they are the property of their respective owners.
Now please Read, Review, and Enjoy.)
Dreadwing had reawakened. He thought it was all but a vivid dream that was made due to his being killed by Megatron, however once he heard the beeping of the medical devices as well as the device on his chest, the former seeker knew it was not a dream.
He groaned trying to get up from his induced stasis, but found his body still weak and remained there… again… until he had the strength to get up. However, his stubbornness wouldn't allow him to sleep at a time where he should be going to meet the person he was supposed to protect, a young woman who is from this part of the world. Someone what was in need of his protect due to something that she would be suffering from.
Dreadwing fully stood and looked at his reflection, his skin tone was similar to that of the human, whose aircraft he had scanned back on Earth for his vehicle mode. His hair was short almost several inches from his head. His eyes had the red irises like his old optics had been before.
The seeker then used the wall to help himself get out as he had to retrieve his armor, weapons, and gear before the humans caused their own destruction by setting one of his explosives off.
As he was about to leave the room, he saw the door opened to reveal that there were two armed guards there standing guard over his room. He moved away from the doors, making them close as he attempted to get out of here without the guards knowing of his whereabouts.
Looking over at the lights and then the machines that were used to keep a recording of his vitals, Dreadwing thought about it before coming up with a plan. Holding the device to his chest, in case it fell out, the former Decepticon pulled out what wiring he could. Once the rewiring was complete He used what strength he could and tossed it into the light causing smoke and fire.
Once an alarm in the main room went off the door opened and the two guards went in to investigate. When they were inside Dreadwing sneaked himself out and down the hall. He continued his stealthy ways until he found where his armor and weapons were.
Slipping his armor on, he made sure that the unit in his chest was not accidently pulled out by his strapping his armor on as he went to retrieve his weapons.
That's when he saw his main weapon, the mini-gun shaped cannon, his sword, and plasma blaster, hung on the wall to the side of the room. Holstering them again, the former seeker his handheld remote he began to type in a sequence of commands and found the map to this planet, and coordinated his location in the kingdom of Atlas. He was in capitol of Atlas, apparently under the academy known as… Atlas Academy?
Dreadwing narrowed his eyes, "Clearly whoever rules this kingdom must have been lazy to name the academy after the city if not the kingdom."
"I thought it was an appropriate change. Makes things easier to remember." The familiar sound of the military man, who checked in on him, last time he was conscious, said, causing the seeker to turn around and drawn his cannon.
Holding up his hands in an unthreatening manner, General Ironwood said, "Don't worry. I merely wish to talk. As you obviously noticed, I didn't sound the alarm after my guards told me you had escaped from your room while still in recovery from your surgery."
Dreadwing remained silent as he thought, 'That would explain about this device in my chest. Covering the hole where my Spark resides.'
Not taking any chances, the former Decepticon held his weapon up and rebuked, "That does not explain as to why you did not set off the alarm or attempted to keep me from freedom?"
"Very astute of you." The general said, as he then introduced himself, "Let's start over, my name's Ironwood, general Ironwood of the Atlasian army, and headmaster of Atlast Academy."
Dreadwing narrowed his eyes as he stated, "You must be very accomplish to hold the positions of army and an academy."
He smiled while shrugging, "I try to be modest about myself. But enough about me, let's talk about you and where you come from. If you answer all of my questions then I'll do whatever I am able to see that you are returned home safe and unharmed."
Dreadwing remained silent as he thought about his mission, clearly if he was transported to this frozen northern section of Remnant, then this must be where his charge is. And if he complies he would be able to learn more about the planet and administer himself into the military in order to find the human he must protect for Optimus to free his twin brother from the Chaos Bringer's wrath. Looking over Dreadwing asked, "Do I have your word that you will do as promised?"
Ironwood gave a nod that gave Dreadwing an impression that this human has a sense of honor that the seeker could relate to. Deactivating the core of his weapon, he held the trigger handle in his hand before making the cannon hang on his back while the barrel of the weapon compacted itself.
Smiling Ironwood began to lead the young man away as they went into an office where a young woman in a customized uniform waited, standing at attention as her white hair seemed to glow in the light of the sun. Since it had been a while since he last felt or saw the sun, Dreadwing had to shield his eyes.
Seeing his guest's discomfort he said, "My apologizes, forgot that you're eyes haven't yet readjusted to the light yet."
He looked over to the woman who nodded and made the shades darken the room enough for the young man's eyes to stop hurting. Once that was done Dreadwing took a good look at the woman who was standing there, according to her height as well as other indications, she appeared to merely be a couple of years older than himself.
When offered a chair to sit, Dreadwing wanted to stand still, however his wound ached and he had to sit down in one of the guest chairs. Staring unafraid or not challengingly back to the general.
"From what you were able to tell me before falling into unconsciousness, you said that your name was Dreadwing and you hold the rank of captain?" Ironwood asked, earning a nod from the young man in the strange armor.
The woman appeared to not have any reaction to hear that, which Dreadwing deduced that the general told her about his name and rank at a point before now. Dreadwing narrowed his eyes and answered, "Correct."
"I'm amazed to hear that someone so young could hold the rank of captain." Ironwood said, his hands moving before placing them back on the desk, he did have his fingers intertwined with each other when he does finished speaking, "You must have done something to achieve such a rank given how advance and articulated your weapons and even your armor is compared to what we have."
Dreadwing remained silent as he looked at the general, true the general helped saved his life, but the seeker wasn't sure if it was purely for generous purposes, however, he did need to find the person he was sent to protect and gaining the trust of the general/headmaster of Atlas would be better to his goals rather than hinder him, "My home was consumed by a war."
This caught both of the Atlesians by surprise. Ironwood took this chance and asked, "What do you mean?"
"My village, though under the radar of the four kingdoms, had entered into a very strict class system centuries prior where everyone, depending on aura level and semblance is assigned to a class where they will learn and be put to work for the "benefit" of our village. The low class were treated as second class citizens and manual laborers. The Middle class were the builders and civil workers. And the High class were given the opportunities of the social elites, wealth, art, science, and the government." Dreadwing explained, seeing as the human female had shifted a micrometer uncomfortably, where he saw that she was of high class in Atlas.
"However, one… person spoke against the unfairness of the system and spoke of his vow to challenge the leadership of our village and demand that everyone was to be treated equally." Dreadwing continued, remembering seeing the match with others before the war.
"He was originally of the low class, without given a proper name as those of the middle or high classes were, working as a miner and a slave until he joined the pits of Kaon, the gladiatorial arena where he became the champion, which was astounding for someone so young. His strength and cunning had allowed himself to be named after the thirteen founding members of our village, the Primes. He then became known as the champion Megatronus. His strength and conviction had brought many of our citizens to follow his lead, including myself and my twin." Dreadwing paused before telling them more, "However when he and a data clerk by the name of Orion Pax entered to meet with our village's council, something happened that made the war for our home begin. My twin and I joined Megatronus, now called Megatron, we fought and rose the ranks of his army becoming captains under his command. While I was sent to look for possible allies my brother, Skyquake fell in battle, I felt it because we shared a split spark."
"A spark?" Ironwood asked, curious by the term.
Dreadwing mentally kicked himself for his mistake as he clarified, "A spark is what we call the energy force that allows us to live and be individually different from each other."
"That sounds like a soul in our civilization." The woman commented.
Which made sense to Dreadwing, giving her a nod at the comparison, but continued, "When I found the enemy who killed my brother, I sought to avenge his death by hunting down all of my master's enemies until I was defeated and was allowed to escape to swear my allegiance again to my one true master."
"Very interesting story, but that does not explain how my soldiers found you with a hold in your chest and still alive enough for us to help save you." Ironwood said, watching the young man.
Dreadwing took a deep breath and said, "My circumstantial injury came when I found out that my twin's grave had been desecrated by my master's former first lieutenant, a cowardly and dishonorable individual, in an experiment to use his remains as a weapon."
That made both the general and the woman's eyes widen in horror at the thought, not even the current mental state of Atlas' great general and headmaster would allow such a thing for those brave souls who were lost in combat against the Grimm and the Fall of Beacon.
"When I confronted him to avenge the desecration my master ordered me to stand down. It was an order that I would not obey and as I was about to end the desecrator's miserable life. I was fired upon by my former master…" This was where Dreadwing had to be careful in wording this part of his tale as he doubted the humans would accept the fact that he had perished and was resurrected by the Primes to help save this world in exchange of freeing his twin's spark.
"The shock of this further betrayal from my leader's actions made me return to my ship, started the engines and flew off as fast as I could, away from his stronghold. I must have been delirious at the time for I did not know where I was going until the cold temperatures had frozen my ship's systems and I crash landed on the cliff side where I had enough time to get out of my ship before it fell down the steep walls of the cliff and exploded. Seeing as I was alone, with no allies, no signs of life, I used my personal remote to hack into the nearest network to reveal that I was in a different continent. And the nearest civilization was still some miles away. Using my aura to heal my wounds, I continued my path forward until the effects of the cold and my wounds caught up with me and where I passed out just as your soldiers found me." Dreadwing finished as he looked up at the two humans and waited for their say.
General Ironwood and the woman exchanged glances. Everything that the boy said, about the shock he was in, the adrenaline that he must have felt from his leader's betraying him must have made the poor young man forget the hole in his chest until the cold made him calm enough for the pain to finally reached him.
Sighing, Ironwood said, "I'm truly sorry for what has happened to you, Dreadwing, but no one as young as you must have should have gone through all that… especially the death of your only family member."
"Thank you general." Dreadwing said remained still, showing them his military discipline for someone of his young age.
Ironwood however raised a hand, "Please, call me James. The amount of sacrifice you had to suffer from was more than enough for you to have earned my trust. Especially how you consider honor and family important to you."
Winter's cold gaze warmed slightly as she knew the anger that this young man had felt when his twin brother had died and when he found out that his twin's remains had been used in an experiment. Surely she would do the same for her own sister, Weiss, if something had happen to her… wouldn't she?
"General, why don't we allow Dreadwing to rest and recover some more before we continue asking questions, I am certain that once he has fully recovered form his recent ordeals he'd be more inclined to answer more of our questions." Dreadwing heard the woman suggest, raising suspicion as to why she was suggesting he rest more, but the pain in his chest had started up again, causing him to bend forward, gasping in pain.
Hurrying to his side, Ironwood agreed, "I think that's a good idea, Schnee. Could you help him into one of the medical rooms nearby while I have the soldiers on hand transport the machines necessary for his implant?"
"Yes, sir." The Schnee woman said, helping Dreadwing out of his office as he made the call.
In a hour later, both had entered a room that was prepped for him. Dreadwing climbed up into the bed while the woman that the human general addressed as Schnee helped him up and made sure he was comfortable as she asked, kindly, "Are you in anymore pain?"
"No… you have my thanks for… your aid." Dreadwing said, his breathing returning to normal as he laid there.
Winter couldn't help herself but smile a bit before returning to her professional composure, "Once your implant has fully healed and your aura levels return to how they were before, we'll see about getting you something to eat."
Dreadwing remained silent as she left, but he then asked, "May I know your name? Ms. Schnee?"
Winter stopped before answering, "It's Winter."
She then left as Dreadwing looked out the window and thought, 'I'm certainly off to a promising start…stuck in a med-berth while I have device that helps keep me alive until my wound heals around it to keep it from falling off.'
He looked to one of his hand and clenched it, mentally vowing, 'No matter, I will save your spark, Skyquake, I swear it.'
For the following fortnight, Dreadwing remained as he was, in recovery while going through rehab in a means to overcome the near death experience he had. His wound, thanks to his aura, had begun to heal around the "Spark filler", as the seeker called it, enough for it to not fall out of his chest when he is forced on hands and knees, or when he tries to sleep on his side.
One of his rehabilitation Dreadwing was able to almost make it through his instructions before he felt the device slipping and he had to hold to it, making him fall to the floor. After he was pulled off and the medics were able to make sure everything was secure this time, Dreadwing slammed his fist on the bed, letting out a growl of frustration. But his eyes showed that he refused to give up for the next rehab attempt he was able to succeed.
General Ironwood was amazed by the resilience and endurance that the young captain had as he read on Dreadwing's progress. He was, however, annoyed that Jacque was still being so pig headed at a time of crisis, especially when he heard how the Schnee Dust Company was going to have a charity event where the CEO's youngest daughter was going to sing in the concert. Narrowing his eyes, he was annoyed by how shallow Jacque's thinking this would improve the status of Vale. He was certainly annoyed at how Jacque had sent two tickets for the event, by which the general had to assume that this was another attempt for Jacque to take Winter back. Looking out the window as he saw Dreadwing and Winter going into another sparing match, as a request from the former to keep his combat skills sharp. Ironwood thought about what he should do about this situation.
Dreadwing, fully dressed in his armor reached behind his back and pulled out his sword handle, which the blade extended to its full length. He turned to face his opponent in this sparing match.
Winter drew her own weapon and asked, "Are you certain about this? You haven't fully recovered yet."
"Even in my weakened state I refuse to just sit back and waste my days on that bed when I should be out there, fighting the Grimm." Dreadwing replied, making some slashes with his sword to get the feeling back in his arm.
Winter gave a small smirk, "You certainly haven't been able to best me in any of these bouts."
Dreadwing narrowed his eyes, putting is helmet on, "I will not surrender."
Winter entered into her fighting stance, her smile replaced with an emotionless mask. Dreadwing continued with his flurries and entered into a stance that the specialist had never seen before, but believed it to be a ploy into thinking he is leaving himself opened on purpose.
A brief wind blew across the field between them before they both pushed off. Once they were close, their blades clashed, making an echoing sound from their touching weapons.
Dreadwing, with a surprising amount of strength and speed on him, was able to push Winter back quickly, who had to land some feet away before charging forward with her own attacks. She was met with quick parries form the young swordsman, but saw that he was leading her forward in a luring method.
Winter had to admit that Dreadwing was a good tactician, even as she saw him coming in with a flurry of stabs which she gracefully and effectively evaded or parried with her sword before using her blade's hidden feature to parry Dreadwing's blade with the short sword while leaving her with her main sword to thrust forward.
Dreadwing smirked, seeing as his strategy on revealing the truth about Winter's weapon worked. He widened the gap between his left arm and torso for Winter to thrust in the space between the two body parts. He then snaked his arm around hers and kneed her in the gut, knocking the wind out of her before letting her go. He then waited as she regained the breath lost from his last attack.
Winter breathed heavily as she attempted to get back up. When she saw her opponent coming, She raised a hand to make a snowflake like glyph appear beneath her feet. The appearance of the symbol made her opponent hesitate as she used her glyph to push herself forward, towards Dreadwing who barely had time to dodge the attack.
More of those snowflake symbols began to appear around him, Winter used them to propel herself through the air causing slashing moves that were intercepted by the young man's aura. While he was in midair, unable to transform as he would in his Cybertronian body, Winter came down on him to deliver a slash motion that made his aura flicker, being too weak to protect him as the majority of it had to be focused on healing.
Winter reintegrated her weapon back to being one saber as she sheathed it. When she began to walk away from her obviously defeated opponent, she heard the sound of Dreadwing groaning and saw him actually forcing himself past the pain he felt in those previous attacks.
Looking somewhat surprised by his determination to keep fighting, Winter said, "You did well, almost close to defeating me. But you still need time to rest and recover."
"No…" Dreadwing growled, forcing himself to stand as he said, holding his sword with both hands to keep them from shaking, "I'll… never stop… Not until…"
His body began to glow in the same outline color as his royal blue aura as he shouted, in Cybertronian, {NOT UNTIL I SAVE MY BROTHER'S SPARK!"}
That cause a flash of light that blinded all who could see. When it faded, Winter was shocked to see a figure in the same style of armor as Dreadwing standing before her, his features appeared unfocused of faded. With the colors of green, silver, and red. It reminded her of her the summons that she had used in previous battles. He was also two inches taller than Dreadwing.
The ghost like figure caught Dreadwing who was about to collapse. Dreadwing looked up and asked, shocked to see the one being he died to avenge, "S-Skyquake?"
Hearing that name made Winter's mask of professionalism shatter to shock at seeing this summon to be Dreadwings twin brother, though she had to admit the armor style did show similarity between the two, something she had read before in her family's old books about the knights wearing armor of similar make and design to show their allegiance or family relations between them. She then asked, 'Could this be his semblance?'
Skyquake helped Dreadwing down as he said, in a ghostly manner, "Rest brother. I will deal with this shortly."
Skyquake then turned to face Winter, angrily telling her, "You dare harm my twin. Prepare to face the wrath of Skyquake!"
He then pulled out a cannon from his back, which looked more mini-gun instead of a cannon like mini-gun similar to Dreadwing's and began to fire on her. Winter had barely time to use her Glyph to dodge the barrage of energy bolts fired from the mini-gun like weapon. Roaring Skyquake kept his onslaught, showing his lack of control over his anger compared to Dreadwing. Making the eldest Schnee sibling to believe him to be the younger of the twins. The ghostly sibling stopped firing and moved in to fight with melee attacks.
Schnee saw him coming, attempting to stop it with her sword, only to see her blade pass through the body each time she slashed.
Winter then was forced back as she thought it was a very convincing illusion based Semblance but had to roll herself out of the when Skyquake came slamming down, causing a crater of where she had been, making Winter's eyes widen, 'This isn't an illusion?!'
Skyquake swung his closest arm at her, causing her to defend herself as the arm made contact with her weapon, sending her back some feet. As Winter looked up to see the strange summon charging at her. Thinking that she could defeat it while it attacks, she held her ground, got into a thrusting position and with a yell shoved her sword forward, aiming for its chest.
Skyquake remained still, making the Atlas specialist think she done it, before it grabbed her arm and began to squeeze, "Affective strategy. If I were any other fool, and if you were not so engrossed in fear to have actually hit me, that would have worked."
That comment made Winter confused. Did Skyquake really not know what he is? Did this summon truly believe it was the original Skyquake that it didn't know about her attacks pass through its body? What sort of Semblance does Dreadwing have to make it act autonomously as a person yet cannot be damaged by anyone else?
He then wrapped his armored covered fingers around her neck and he hissed, "Now perished with what honor you have."
While Winter was struggling to get out of this ghostly summon's grip, she began to lose consciousness, only for her to hear, "Enough!"
The hand around her neck loosened slight as she saw Skyquake turned to the standing Dreadwing who ordered, "Release her, brother."
"What? But she tried to slay you!" Skyquake argued, letting the Schnee drop, where she gasped and coughed to breathe again.
Dreadwing approached and told him, "It was a training exercise that went too far on my part!"
Speaking more calmly Dreadwing said, "I was the one who pushed myself too much which summoned you here. She is an ally."
Skyquake looked at Dreadwing, confused by his words, before seeing the change that happened to the smaller twin as the deceased seeker looked at himself and asked, enraged, "What in the Pit?!"
Looking back to Dreadwing, Skyquake demanded, "Dreadwing, tell me what is going on?!"
Before he could answer him, Skyquake disappeared in a fog like manner with a violet light being the last to disappear.
Dreadwing was absolutely shocked by what had just transpired. His brother, back as an ethereal construct. He hurried to see if Winter was in need of assistance when he felt his body failing him, causing him to fall unconscious to the ground.
Winter saw this, hesitant to approach if that peculiar summon would come back if she came close. She chose to take the chance to check on Dreadwing's vitals.
When she got close, Winter took off Dreadwing's helmet and placed two fingers on his neck to feel for a pulse. It was there, strong but slow as the stranger had fallen asleep after overexerting himself in their spar. She was glad he survived but had questions into his semblance. Hearing the sounds of feet behind her, she saw General Ironwood with two Atlesian knights running into the area and asked, "Winter, are you alright?"
"Yes sir." Winter answered, standing at attention while Dreadwing slept.
James let out a sigh of relief as he ordered, "Bring our guest back to his room and guard it, I'll be along momentarily."
The robots obeyed as they picked the young man up and carried him back to his room. Once the two robots and the young man left he turned his attention back to his subordinate and asked, "What happened here? I thought it was a simple sparing match?"
"It was sparing match, but his heightened emotions and determination to win caused him to accidently activate his semblance during our match." Winter explained standing at attention.
Ironwood sighed before ordering, "I want a report as to what exactly happened when I come back from checking on our guest. Then you are to depart for Mistral immediately."
He then turned and walked away, but stopped at Winter's question, "Sir, why are you so concerned about someone who just came from an alleged place with armor and technology that we know nothing about."
"I don't know..." Ironwood admitted, looking back to his specialist and explained his reasoning, "When I looked into his eyes I somehow saw a part of myself in his place where he would risk everything for concepts many do not hold dear anymore. His eyes also showed that he wasn't lying to me when he told me of his past."
Ironwood looked back, "With his technology, weapons, and his people's semblances we could have a means to make sure that Remnant will never be threatened by the Grimm or even our other enemy again."
Winter remained silent, giving the impression that she won't press the issue.
Seeing as she had no more questions, Ironwood proceeded in the health of his latest guest.
With a groan Dreadwing woke up as he briefly forgotten what had happened and breathed shakily, "Skyquake…"
He felt, instead of rage, but grief? From seeing his brother again after so long, and that expression he had when he saw himself in that spirit like form before disappearing… Could that mean he could only give his Skyquake's spark a short amount of freedom before being pulled back into the Pit of Unicron's Anti-Spark?
Dreadwing didn't know as he continued to rest, looking at the device in his chest, silently cursing it as it was the cause of his diminished fighting skills.
"Dreadwing."
Dreadwing turned looking for the source of the voice, he then heard it again.
"Dreadwing."
He turned and saw Optimus appearing in the reflection of the window. Standing there as he watched Dreadwing laying on the bed. Turning his head the seeker had stated, "I see you finally found me, Prime."
"I thought that you should focus on your treatments after being able to reconstruct your body as much as we did." Optimus told him, reminding the honorable Decepticon about the amount of power that he and the original Primes had to help bring Dreadwing back to life, change his body to that of a human, unlocking his aura, and teleport him to Remnant.
Dreadwing looked back and stated, "I could have done better if you were able to make one of my limbs to be incomplete rather than the…"
He stopped before going to say the wound that ended his life.
"I did warn you about the complications of not having enough power to resurrect your body completely undamaged." Optimus told the dark complexion seeker, making the said seeker glare back at the ghostly image of the Prime.
Dreadwing turned to look straight ahead as he demanded, "Since you are here now I have something I need to ask you."
"I will answer whatever plagues your mind with the best of my ability." Optimus complied to the "request".
"During my spar with the specialist Schnee, my determination to save my twin's spark caused a sort of spirit of him to appear in my defense, it actually spoke to me and had all of his personality and physical strengths. Even his temper. Do you have any idea what that was?" Dreadwing asked, trying to keep himself under control incase his theory was incorrect.
Optimus was silent for a moment as he told the bedridden seeker, "I believe that your strong bond with, and desire to save your twin, allowed you temporarily call his spark out of Unicron's Anti-Spark. Making a semi-corporeal body from your memories of him where he would be able to fight alongside you for a time before being pulled back into the chaos bringer's clutches. That apparently is what your Semblance allows you to do as it is unique to everyone whose aura is unlocked in this world."
Dreadwing let out a small exhale of air while he heard Optimus' words. Please to hear that it was indeed his brother and not some construct, "Thank you for putting my mind at ease."
The door knocked as both turned to it as the person on the other side said, "Dreadwing? It's me. May I come in? I need to talk to you."
It was Ironwood! Dreadwing turned to tell Optimus to disappear when he saw that the Prime had already left. Composing himself, Dreadwing looked back and said, "You may enter."
The door opened as Ironwood entered, a serious expression on his face as he came close and said, in a serious tone, "I spoke with Winter about the incident that almost had gotten one of my soldiers killed. I want your side of what happened."
Dreadwing looked down as he said, "We spared, I lost control of my anger, and accidently used my semblance for the first time."
Ironwood raised a brow as he asked, "'First time?' But you had said in our first talks that everyone in your village had been placed into a class depending on aura levels and semblance."
Dreadwing looked away, giving Ironwood the best impression of shame that the seeker could muster and stated, "It is true… However, in all my years of combat and fighting in the war, not once had my semblance emerged… until now."
"And why is that?" Ironwood asked, keeping his expression neutral.
Dreadwing was silent as he told the general, "I believe it must have been because of my brother's death… it and the emotions of wanting to live up to his memory and avenge the desecration against him made a double of him that was made on my memories of him…"
Ironwood remained silent as he thought about everything Dreadwing said. Every Semblance ever discovered or learned of in the four kingdoms has always been unique depending on the person, except for those of the Schnee family. So it would be possible if there was a different method of summoning where something as incorporeal as memories could be used to create a double of someone. Memories, apparently, cannot be altered by anyone else but could influence a person and their actions on others.
Ironwood remained in silences for a time until he chose to relent and say, "I'll be sure to share this new information with Winter as to make sure this doesn't happen again."
Dreadwing, not feeling too great about himself as his anger almost cost him, again, said, "Yes sir."
Ironwood nodded as he slipped out a tiny rectangle piece of paper and said, placing it on the bed side table, "Since you've been cooped up in this room, how about you come with me to enjoy a concert."
Dreadwing, confused by this offer reached over and picked it up reading, "SCHNEE CHARITY EVENT, REMEMBER VALE – SHOW THE WORLD WE CARE."
"Have you ever been to one before?" Dreadwing heard the general ask, his serious tone and expression replaced with a fatherly curiosity.
The seeker however said, "No… though it was assumed that the high class were the only ones allowed to enjoy the luxury of music, I was more focused on training with my twin."
"I see." Ironwood stated while commented, "I had hoped to bring Winter with me, however, she had turned down the invitation, thinking it was another ploy by her father, and began to prepare for her assignment in Mistral."
He then smiled, "Maybe it would be a nice change of pace for you to just enjoy a performance to help take your mind off things."
Dreadwing looked before sighing, "Is this an order?"
"No. It's merely a suggestion to help you see what Atlas has to offer." Ironwood stated. Not noticing as Dreadwing looked at the window, his expression becoming one of surprise. On the window's reflection was Optimus Prime, nodding for the seeker to accept.
"Very well. Perhaps it will take my mind off… what happened to me…" Dreadwing said accepting the invitation.
Ironwood nodded, "It's at the end of the month. So there'll be plenty of time for you to continue rehab and getting using to the aura generator in your chest."
As he left Dreadwing watched him, with curious suspicion, wondering what the general is planning and if he could truly be trusted even though the human saved his life. Then he thought about Optimus' influence while the human general couldn't see him. Why was the Prime so keen on him accepting the invitation into this charity event?
(So what do you all think? Was this a good chapter or not? Does what happened between the brothers make a great amount of sense for it to be Dreadwing's Semblance, A "Twin's Memory" to be precise? Let me know what you all think in a review. Yes I did use "{}" these as a means to show he spoke in Cybertronian. especially since they barely show what the Cybertronian language.
What will happen the next time we see our Seeker of Hope? Find out in the sixth chapter.)