Now, this chapter is going to be closer to the normal length of my chapters. I really liked writing this one.
(It starts with one)
"One thing I don't know why,
It doesn't even matter how hard you try.
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme to explain in due time,
(All I know)
"Time is a valuable thing, watch it fly by as the pendulum swings.
Watch it count down to the end of the day.
The clock ticks life away.
(It's so unreal)
"Didn't look out below,
Watch the time go right out the window.
Trying to hold on but didn't even know,
I wasted it all just to watch you go.
"I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to be will eventually be a memory of a time when...
"I tried so hard, and got so far
But in the end, it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end, it doesn't even matter."
Linkin Park, "In the End"
I am silence. I am just a quiet observer, aware of everything in my surroundings, yet never one to make my presence known. When my presence is known, I know the sense of intimidation I instill in others. Not fear, such as with our Lord Megatron's presence, merely intimidation. They know of my capabilities, that I am… aware. Aware of most everything. And without even considering my accomplishments in battle, that alone is enough to set the inhabitants of the Nemesis on edge.
Except for her.
My servos hover over the keys of the computer station. Never have I faltered in my work. Ever the loyal servant, I am diligent in my tasks. I was not built for attachments, for fondness. Yet, somehow I found myself yet again analyzing my fondness for the girl, my master's daughter.
Our late heir, Shadow Tronus.
Considering, she was as of late going by her name given by the Autobot leader. Everon Prime. Mentally, I scoff at the name. It did no justice to wild and joyous child I had known. Shadow echoed the child's mischievous and cunning nature, and Tronus gave her the air of power and command, something she seemed to carry with her wherever she went.
She had been the perfect princess. Caring and levelheaded in important matters, she inspired those to crave her presence and showed the signs of blossoming into a true ruler. Though highly unlikely, given her human form and timespan, those who knew her held out for a solution, one to prolong her lifespan and make her like us. While she lived with us, from the human age of seven to twelve, the ship had a lighter, happier atmosphere. Our fading cause had gained a renewed strength, a renewed vigor.
I guess the Prime had aptly named her. Everon meant hope.
Now, that hope was dead.
To think, it had been a mere day since she called. She called us. Not the Autobots, but us. She had said it was because the Autobots had less qualified equipment for tracking her. I will admit, hacking and locating the open line on her phone had been very difficult. The skill she had shown in how well her phone was secured was impressive, and the phone showed signs of the coding I had taught her as a child.
Primus, when it came to that girl, I lost my very nature. Gone is emotionless Decepticon, the uncaring Third in Command. In its place was the beginnings of a true Cybertronian, one who valued the company of the innocent and curious little half-breed girl with large silver eyes.
Primus, she didn't deserve it.
The girl was pure: pure in intentions, pure in thoughts, pure in spark. War weighed heavily on the child's shoulders. We hid it from her, sheltered her not quite in the same overbearing way as the Autobots, but enough to preserve the innocent look in her eyes for as long as possible.
Cracking her code had taken too long, and just as the coordinates pinged over the station, we heard the sound over the open phone line she had left for us.
BANG!
I can honestly say I have never been as numb as I was in that moment. Nothing registered in my processors for the few moments after that shot except for one thought: our little princess was dead. Gone was the little girl who would innocently sit with me and ask an unending supply of questions. Gone was the child who loved to distract me in order to listen to music on the internet, then give her father what she called 'puppy dog eyes' to get me out of trouble for not finishing my work. Gone was our caring and compassionate princess.
Gone was my one friend.
I clenched my servos into fists. Nothing was going to get done today. Everyone was in mourning. And I swear, if Starscream tried to pester us to get back to work one more time, chain of command be slagged, I will throw him through a wall.
It's around this point that Laserbeak sends me a blip of information. A particular door had been opened. Normally, this information is utterly menial and unimportant, but this time, the door went to a specific room, one that no one should be in right now.
It was the chamber where we were storing Shadow's body.
Kryostasis. As soon as we had returned, meaning Breakdown, Knockout, and I, Knockout had placed her broken and limp body into the kryostasis pod. Unlike Cybertronians, human bodies decay quickly, whereas Cybertronians merely rust after eons of sitting. The kryostasis pod had been the only way to keep her body for when Megatron awakened, so then she could have a proper funeral with her father's presence.
We never contacted the Autobots, and we have no intentions of letting them near her for the final funeral pyre. Family be slagged, they should have prevented this. They should have been watching her, should have known she was in trouble. Normally, a Cybertronian is given a sendoff by means of blessings from loved ones and then their body being placed in a tomb or a smelting pit based on how damaged the body is. After what she went through and the damage to her body, it looks as if we will have to perform the latter.
But back to the mater at hand. Someone had entered the room without clearance. My security feeds still showed the other senior officers at their stations, Knockout and Breakdown morning the loss of their little sister in the med lab, and Starscream throwing a fit somewhere over the insubordination of the senior officers during the attempt to rescue Shadow. The intrusion was probably just a stray Vehicon, or maybe even a few Vehicons, heading in to pay their respects to their beloved princess. They all were quite fond of her…
That's when my sensors showed that someone had opened her stasis pod.
I became angry. Livid even. They jeopardized the preservation of her already damaged body by opening that pod. Beloved princess or not, that would never be tolerated. Fury led me to open a bridge, startling the dazed and depressed Vehicons who milled about the communications deck. Storming through the portal, my aim was to throw aside the offenders and close the pod post haste, but the sight before me made want to purge.
The Cybertronian standing over my dead friend's body was a familiar ex-Con, one whom I had known in passing but better by reputation. Designation: Airachnid. Skill Set: Information gathering by means of infiltration and or torture. Side Note: Born of a sub-set caste of Cybertronians known as Aurials, femme Cybertronians with special additions to their bipedal forms that resembled ancient Predacons which modern day Cybertronians descended from. Hers is eight pairs of long, spindly legs extending from the back of her torso, similar to the Earth creature known as a spider. Shadow had once captured one in a jar. She put it with her collection of other insects that she had caught onboard the Nemesis.
She cried when the spider ate her moth…
The Decepticon in question was now performing an unspeakable horror: her talon buried deep in Shadow's corpse, had been drawn up her ribcage, now exposing her dull and lifeless spark, while thick clumps of violet blood could be seen all over and around her body. When Airachnid looked up, her face was startled. "Well, this is awkward…"
I am silence. I am just a quiet observer, aware of everything in my surroundings, yet never one to make my presence known. But in that moment, my entire being changed, and I felt a white hot rage come forth that could have scared Megatron. "NO!" My voice. It was twisted and feral, loud and fear inspiring. Very few have heard it. Since the war, there is only one being who has made me wish to use my voice, only one being that made me speak.
And now Airachnid had gutted her like a worthless piece of meat.
As I yell, fear spreads across her face, her expression showing a rare tint of true terror. I rush forward, and soon I have her pinned to the wall by her neck. "Please, Soundwave! Listen to me!" I tighten my grip, and she continues to sputter her explanation. "I know what this looks like, but I have a good reason!" Tighter. "I—You have heard of my—" She gasps, clawing at my hands. "—my kind's practices!" Tighter. "I can bring her back!"
My grip drops completely, and I stagger backwards as she drops to the ground, panting, her spindly legs drooping to the side. My processor was spinning. Bring her back? Is that even possible? It defied all normal science, but Aurials weren't exactly known for science…
I unfolded my blaster and contacted Knockout via the comm-link, telling him to get here. I even sent him a ground bridge. As the portal opened, Airachnid's heavy breathing was beginning to subside. She didn't rise from the floor, but she did turn her gaze upwards towards me while absently rubbing her throat with her servos.
As Knockout emerged from the portal, Breakdown following suit, he begins to snap, "Now, what exactly is the… problem…" His gaze turned from where I had Airachnid held at gunpoint while she kneeled on the ground to the open pod with Shadow's mangled body. "What happened?!"
I turned to glare at the Aurial. She in turn had the decency to look slightly abashed. "Sorry, I should have asked, but I am working on a bit of a time crunch."
"A time crunch?" Knockout snarled, turning away from Shadow. Breakdown was in shock, hovering around the body of his sister, not quite knowing what to do. "What in your processor could have possibly led you to want to sneak on board the ship merely to split open my dead sister's body?!"
Her gaze turns harsh, and she states as if it was the most obvious answer. "Shiaron."
Knockout scoffs. "So your Aurilian pagan deity just up and decided, 'You know what? I'm bored. I'm just going to tell my servant, Airachnid, to go butcher the body of Megatron's dead daughter!'"
Airachnid jumped to her feet, obviously offended. "Mock Shiaron all you want, but keep in mind, how did I know that she was dead? Where her body was located? How about the location of the Nemesis? And don't even get me started on getting on the ship—"
"Why?" Breakdown's voice was so sad and confused. Most of us were coping through bouts of anger, but Breakdown…
Airachnid decided to cut to the chase. "I can bring her back. I'm sure you've heard the stories: some Aurilians are given the ability to guide one lost soul from the void between this world and the Allspark. Shiaron brought me into the void to speak with her, and now I must hurry and bring her back before she changes her mind and crosses to the Allspark."
"Why should we believe you?" Knockout sneers.
"Because, what if I'm telling the truth?" Silence filled the room, as we all let the weight of her words and the situation settle.
"Soundwave, have you finished those reports yet?" Primus, Starscream's voice had never grated on me as much as it did right now. I turned to look at him and shake my helm no, holding back fulfilling my earlier threat of throwing him through a wall. I was supposed to be distracting him, preventing him from knowing what was going on.
The spider needed time to work.
What had led us to trusting her? The chances of her actually bringing our girl back were slim to none, but the damage to Shadow's corpse had already been done: she would have had to have been cremated near immediately anyway due to the extra damage Airachnid had inflicted.
So why not let her try?
Her lying seemed highly improbable at this point. It would lead to the situation growing even worse should she have been lying about bringing Shadow back. I just wish that they would hurry…
In that moment, a ping came over the comm link. Knockout. "Get in here, now! We require… assistance! No blasters, no troopers, though, and remain calm!" A pause. "And no ground bridge into the room!"
His message puzzled me, but I obeyed. Ignoring Starscream's pestering questions, I opened a ground bridge to just outside the room, and then shut it before he could follow. Staring at the room's doors, I hesitate, afraid of what I might find in there. Then, I stride into the room, and I am met with a sight I never expected.
Airachnid is sitting against the far wall, exhaustion playing her features. She watches intently though as Knockout is flailing his arms through the air, yelling at Breakdown to be careful who in turn snaps back, "Don't ya think I know that?" The most interesting part of the scene was with Breakdown. He was currently next to the pod, holding down a flailing and startled Cybertronian femme with silver, unpainted armor.
A femme with long, silvery black wings.
The femme was clearly terrified. She struggled against his hold, snarling and making sounds of protest against him. Judging from the scratch marks on both Knockout and mostly Breakdown, the femme had been startled and lashed out, so Breakdown was doing a poor job of restraining her.
"Let… me… go!" she snarls, just as her gaze shifts up to me, and I can't help back stagger back slightly.
Her eyes. Primus, I knew those eyes. Those silvery pools that stared back at me, they were the same as my little girl's, my dear departed friend. The only difference is that they were now Cybertronian optics, the large, round shutter optic kind that enhanced her air of innocence. I watched as they go from fierce anger to slightly startled and curious as she watched me. Her struggling stopped, and she cocked her head to the side in an inquisitive manner.
I was so overcome with shock, that I didn't realize what was happening until the word had already slipped from my mouth. "Shadow…" The other Decepticons in the room were shocked by my voice. So shocked, that Breakdown's grip loosened slightly.
But that was all Shadow needed.
Slipping upwards in his grasp and pushing off from his arms, she stumbled across the floor, sprinting like a startled sparkling who had yet to learn how to run. Her wings flicked and fluttered a bit, but I was sure she just wasn't sure what to do with them yet. Upon reaching me, she darted behind my frame, putting her hands—servos— on one of my hip plates as she leaned her head out to watch the others.
For a few beats, we were all silent, and I took this time to examine the scared little femme who glanced curiously out from behind me. She was of a small frame, maybe a few inches shorter then the Autobots' femme Arcee. Her ever so innocent eyes were most certainly the most striking feature of her face, but she had a face that any Cybertronian would envy, with smooth, whitish-silver protoform skin that was sign of true beauty on our planet. That mixed with well-proportioned form, and she would have had to deal with Megatron fighting off endless suitors.
Her armor, a brilliant gunmetal silver, showed obvious signs of being new, that of a young Cybertronian, but she looked like a femme just crossing the border into maturity. The armor was light, not meant for heavy field fighting, but perfectly suited for fast-moving, up-close fighting. Still, the armor had hints of intimidating qualities to it, such as the forearm plates continuing up on her outer shoulder into long spikes. Similar spikes were formed on her elbows and knees, and her armor was a mix of both smooth and angular plating.
Surrounding her face was what looked like a frame of some sorts, much like what surrounded Lord Megatron's face but not as harsh. It suited her, like a crown. Her head though had a rounded shape to it, such as the Autobot Arcee's, but the smooth yet angular plating of her armor continued here. Though the armor wrapped about her neck, her back though was surprisingly completely bare except for a portion of the front covering plates wrapping around her back in a halter style. This left the tender protoform of her back exposed, but with the wings extending from her shoulder blades, I don't think there was much of a choice.
Her wings. The long, silvery black wings. They had what humans call feathers decorating the length of them. The feathers glinted in the low light of the room, and they would seem to almost shimmer as her wings would subconsciously shift or readjust themselves. The only thing that seemed off was tattoo looking design on her back, one that looked like a gothic spider… Even with that, the girl before me was stunning, and seeing this form, I knew why Airachnid's god would want her to breathe life back into the girl. It was because of this form, the form smothered by her human body.
Shadow was an Aurilian.
She seemed to grow suddenly restless with the void of silence we had created. Finding her voice, she asks me in a both strong and hesitant way, "Who are you?"
My spark froze, shock causing my entire form to tense. Sensing my distress, a puzzled look crosses her face and she turns her gaze to the others. "Who are you?" she repeats to them. "Where am I? Who am I?"
We all stare in shock at the poor femme who gazed out from behind me. Airachnid, however, merely harrumphed. "Well, she lost her memory. I guess that's not too bad."
Knockout spins and glares at her. "What makes you think that losing her memories, not knowing who we are or who she is, is okay?!"
Airachnid deadpanned, "It's better then her being recreated missing a limb." Knockout and Breakdown's jaws dropped as Airachnid pursed her lips. "Or two."
"What?!"
She rolled her optics. "This isn't an exact thing." She stood from the ground with a bit of difficulty. "Only some Aurials have the ability to guide back the dead from the void, and those who do can only do it once due to the stress it causes our sparks. I guess I know why Shiaron wanted her back, seeing as how she is like us. At least she didn't lose her voice. Winged Aurilians are known for their voices..." She turned her gaze towards Shadow, who in turn pulled her face back behind me, but slowly poked her eyes back out. "Such a timid girl…"
"Considering how confused she must be," Knockout sneered to the spider, "it's understandable."
Breakdown looks at Shadow, who darts her optics nervously to him. "Hey, Little Bit," he says softly, adding a warm smile. "It's Breakdown. I guess you could say I'm like your big brother."
Her brows scrunch together. "Your voices… I recognize them."
Knockout looks intrigued. "You can recognize our voices? That would explain why you suddenly clung to Soundwave when he spoke…" he mused.
Her voice was hesitant, but she did come out from behind me slightly, though she did still cling to my side. "I… I trust you, all of you." She looks to Airachnid. "You unsettle me."
The spider shrugs. "Fair enough."
Shadow then looks up to me, a slight smirk growing on her face. "You don't speak much."
Knockout scoffs, and Breakdown chuckles and responds. "Up until today, we weren't sure if he could speak."
"But I recognized his voice." She looks to me. "We were good friends, weren't we?" I nod. She grins. "Awesome."
"Ahem." We turn to the voice and see Knockout giving his normal, almost feral smirk, the one Shadow had picked up on over the years. "If you are settled enough, Shadow, I would like to run a scan back at the med lab." He sent a glare to Airachnid who seemed unfazed. "I don't want anymore surprises."
"Do I have to?"
"I have to run a proper scan, Shadow, and quite frankly, you need rest."
"I feel fine." Shadow was currently standing face to face with Knockout, each with their arms crossed and a stubborn glare. She was shorter than the already short mech, not outrageously short by any standards, but she also had an air of command about her. Her stance, her movements, she was born to command. She had Megatron's intimidating nature, but Optimus' patient reserve.
The combination is enough to make any normal mech stand down.
Unfortunately, Knockout was not a normal mech, especially when it came to her and medical situations. "Now I know how this might be unsettling—"
"You want to put me into a coma!"
"—induced stasis! And it's necessary to perform all the proper system checks!"
"You already scanned me—"
"That is only is a basic scan—"
"What else do you need—"
"You died, Shadow!" Knockout snapped. "You were dead less than a few hours ago. Also, you aren't human anymore! So, forgive me if I want to make sure that there are not any complications. I'd rather not have you die twice because I didn't prevent it!"
Her eyes widened in shock, and before anyone can process what was happening, Shadow had darted forward and grasped Knockout into a tight hug. "Don't. Don't blame yourself. I may not be able to remember what happened, but I know one thing." She pulled back and gave him a sad smile. "I would never blame you. So don't blame yourself."
Knockout looked shocked, but then he matched her sad smile. "Sorry. I just… I won't ever let anything happen to you, Shadow. Trust me."
She nods, and then moves over to the medical berth. Once there, she hesitates, staring at the bed. "You all will still be here when I wake up, right?"
Airachnid, who had been standing off to the side, aloofly responds, "I might not."
"Like anyone gives a frag if you're still here," Knockout mumbles.
Breakdown smiles to the winged femme. "Of course we will still be here. Unless Soundwave has to go distract Starscream—"
Just then, the doors to the med lab open, and in strides the aforementioned Decepticon. "Now where did everyone… go… What is going on in here?! Is that Airachnid?!" He shrilly screams. Then, with a shrill snarl, he asks while pointing at Shadow, "And who is that?"
Shadow frowns. "I don't like her." Breakdown burst out laughing, while Airachnid smirked and Knockout snickered. Starscream's jaw dropped, and when he looked at me sputtering, I simply pulled up a smiley face on my visor. Shadow looked confused. "Did I say something wrong?..."
Starscream finally found his voice and indignantly cried, "I am not a her!" He strode towards the young femme, who crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at the angry seeker.
"With that figure? Hard to believe you're not a her. The least you could do is get rid of the heels," Shadow replied with an air of mocking as she slowly and languidly began to circle him. Though her voice and movements were cool and relaxed, her optics said otherwise, keeping a steely glint.
As she finally turned away from him, leaving him standing between her and the medical berth, he cried out, "Do you know who I am?!" Her body went stiff, and her optics grew an even more dangerous edge.
This was not going to end well.
Suddenly she spun, hitting the seeker upside his helm with her spiked elbow, and while he was dazed, she grabbed him by the neck and slammed his face into the medical birth. Leaning in close, she dangerously spoke in a half whispered and venomous voice. "I may not know who you are, but I know your kind. And know this: I'm not impressed, nor intimidated by you. And I never will be."
Her optics seemed a bit manic, and I worried about what she might do. Knockout and Breakdown could not seem to think of any response to the situation, and Airachnid merely grinned. Heir or not, Shadow could face serious judgment should she permanently damage or kill Starscream. And not to mention, she wasn't in a stable state of mind: sure she bickered with him, but she would never consciously wish to hurt him. Not like this. She is too soft of a soul for that.
I step forward, and lightly grab her wrist, the one holding onto Starscream's neck. Her head jerks upward from where she had been intently glaring at the shaking mech, and suddenly her optics grow wide as she looks between me and my servos. Jumping back, her optics look increasingly guilty, and she darts over between Breakdown and Knockout to watch Starscream from a distance. Breakdown wrapped an encouraging arm around her waist—her wings prevented him from properly grasping her shoulders— and gave her a half hug of support, which she returned with a grateful smile.
Starscream had finally found his voice after rubbing his sore neck. "You… I… I nearly had my neck snapped!"
"Get in line," Airachnid snapped while subconsciously rubbing the back of her neck.
"Who is she?!"
Knockout rolled his optics at Starscream's dramatics. Looking to Shadow, he said, "This, my dear—"
"Don't call me that," Shadow snapped. Her optics then suddenly grew wide. "I have no idea why that upset me so much."
Knockout sadly smiled to her. Unfortunately, we knew exactly why it upset her so much. "It's fine. Anyway, this," he announced with an exaggerated flourish, "is Lord Starscream."
She snorts out a laugh. "Lord? What in the Pit led to him being a Lord?"
Growling, he strode forward, raising a hand as if to strike her. "Why you insolent, little…"
Knockout started moving towards him, as did I, while Breakdown shifted Shadow behind him. "Commander—"
"It. Is. Lord!"
Starscream shoved Knockout aside and approached Breakdown, intent on making him move so he could berate her, but he didn't need to ask. She side stepped the hulking Con and met Starscream face to face yet again. This time, however, was more startling then the last.
Her wings, twitching anxiously as they tried to unfurrow from her back, took a darker, more gunmetal gray coloration to them. They appeared sharper, less like soft, silvery-black protoform feathers and more like dangerous razors attached to her wings. Her optics, glaring dangerously at Starscream, grew harsher then before. And out of nowhere, a low, feral and animalistic growl came from the young Aurilian. Everyone's optics grew wide as they seemed to brace themselves for an impending fight. Then, Laserbeak suddenly detached himself from me and flew over to the femme.
And landed on Starscream's head.
At first, she seemed a bit startled by Laserbeak's sudden appearance. Then, just as quickly as the atmosphere had grown dangerous, Shadow giggled. Not laughed, not snickered. She giggled. A musical sound, one that I hadn't heard since she was little. That giggle seemed to spark recognition in Starscream's mind, because he stuttered, "Is that… but she… how—"
The sparkling-like giggles continued to pour out of the femme. Her wings relaxed and melted back into their softer looking protoform state. Laserbeak seemed to sense her calming, because he then flew from Starscream's head to hers. She gasped in delight, and her optics darted up to try and see my drone on her head. She clasped her hands together in delight, grinning wide, and then she reached up to stroke the underside of Laserbeak that was protruding over her face.
Now, I had known Laserbeak to on occasion land on my head when we were both in a pleasant and tranquil mood. He had done this once or twice for Shadow as a child, and she had always loved seeing the drone on top of my head because she thought it 'looked cute and funny,' and I allowed it because it had always helped when she was in her moods. Thank Primus that it still worked.
As Shadow distractedly stroked and watched Laserbeak, who contentedly whirred and beeped to the young femme, I turned my attention to the angered seeker who was currently demanding answers from Knockout.
"Give us a minute," Knockout responded in a harsh yet hushed tone. "Then we will explain." Moving from us to Shadow, he says, "Now, I know you like playing with Laserbeak and all, but we really should get on with those system checks."
Her gaze turned to the medic, and her sad pout mixed with the oversized drone sitting atop her head made her look… well, absolutely adorable. With a sigh, she says, "Fine… but does that one have to be here?" she asks while gesturing to Starscream.
"Unfortunately, yes, but don't worry, she won't be allowed near you." Shadow giggled while Starscream grumbled to himself. "Now come on." As she sighed again and moved to sit on the medical berth, I sent a comm link blip to both Laserbeak and Knockout.
Laserbeak happily followed my instructions and flew off Shadow's head to reattach himself to her chassis in a similar fashion as he does with me, though he looked oversized and cumbersome for her lithe frame. The femme began to grin again as she sat on the medical birth and stroked along his frame. Knockout smiled as he sent me an approval message, but he stated that Laserbeak would have to move during the spark chamber scans.
As Knockout set up for stasis, he told her, "Now, don't worry. Nothing will happen to you. These are just scans, and you will be much more comfortable if they are performed while you are in stasis. Besides, you need the shut down time."
Shadow nervously nodded, and after shifting her cumbersome wings around a bit, she settled down and allowed Knockout to induce stasis. We all watched her optics slowly shutter shut, and her body lose its tension, signaling that she was finally out.
Turning to Airachnid, Knockout snaps, "What in the Pit did you do to her? The girl has a mental stability worse then Megatron!"
The spider harrumphed. "Like father, like daughter." Knockout moved to snap again, but Airachnid cut him off. "This is a highly disorienting process, one that will take time for her to adjust to. And before you ask, no, I didn't know that she would shift into an actual Cybertronian! All I knew is that she is of Aurilian capability, hence why Shiaron wanted her revived."
"So it was some of your pagan magic that brought the girl back. Wonderful," Starscream quipped sarcastically. "Now, does someone care to explain how a human girl could shift into a Cybertronian?"
"Her T-cog," Knockout replies. "During my scans on her… corpse, I could see that the T-cog had been experiencing recent stress. As if it had been trying to learn how to work. I guess with the energon infusions, it finally did…"
"She doesn't have her memories…" Breakdown adds. "All she has is vague feelings about us."
The others began to let the reality of the situation settle. We finally have our little girl back. She was here, and we had a chance to start over, to reshape her without battling against the bonds and memories of growing up with the Autobots. If we played this right… we could have our girl finally become one of us. To finally become a true Decepticon.
I am silence. I am just a quiet observer, aware of everything in my surroundings, yet never one to make my presence known. I have lived amongst the side of deception for all these eons of war, and I know that when it comes to twisting the situation to our favor, we were all masters. Who better to play this game then the masters of deception?
Now, what do they have planned next? Let me know what you think! Also, a lot of people have someone making Deviant Art of their characters. I like art, but I haven't been able to make a picture of Everon/Shadow that I like. If anyone wants to try, I can give you a more detailed description of either her human form or Aurilian form. I'm introducing her paintjob later.
Anyway, please review! The more reviews, the faster I post! Also, any ideas or suggestions are welcome! They might help solidify my plot line.