Nightshade felt such anger all the time. Pure anger. Towards herself for ever taking the job of a Decepticon spy.
Towards Megatron for ignoring her and her wishes so blatantly.
And jealous towards the other Decepticons for they could actually be open about their alliance.
She threw a piece of old metal at the wall, the sharp side piercing into the bricks. Dust fell down, but she didn't care a whole lot.
This berth she was laying on was far less comfortable than what she was used to, the Decepticon warship being a lot more luxurious than this base.
Screw the Autobots, she decided. It was time to take a flight and go see someone he misses far too much.
The femme slid onto her aft. Her arms reached upwards, digits entwined as she stretched her frame upwards. Joints popped, and many wires felt a lot better afterwards. She'd grow stiff living with these peaceful idiots.
She wandered through the large opening that had to be called a doorway, and into the main hangar of this place.
"Good evening, Nightshade." The Prime gave her a small nod before turning back to the map he was studying.
"Evening, Optimus!" Trying to keep up appearances here! Her bubbly Autobot self who was always happy, unless truly angered, of course. "Mind if I go out for a flight?!"
She would use the so called puppy eyes on him, finding them to be very effective.
Even if his face never smiled, it was as if his optics showed happiness for her 'innocence'. "You are free to leave the base, Nightshade." After all, she did blend in with the human jets, thanks to Fowler, who also told the military her random patrols were part of a top secret program.
This way, she could not reveal herself to the public and fly around freely.
Such idiots, all of them... Nightshade kept up the act, grinning brightly. "Thank you!"
Taking a sprint, she soon stood in the fresh air of this planet. It made her think of Cybertron. How she wished to return there one day... The once marvelous planet had seen it's destruction thanks to the war, though. Too bad... Yet there was nothing she could change about it now, besides doing her job, as Megatron would pleasantly remind her each and every time she brought it up.
With a leap into the air, her small form transformed into a beautiful high tech military jet. The dark blues and blacks made her blend in with the sky easily.
Yes, Megatron. She used to speak with him so much. He took her interest. A wise mech, yet so very intimidating. Before, it hadn't been so bad. But as she grew, he became more malicious in her eyes. Might be because she would finally realize what his actions held as meaning. Do not listen, and you are dead. Or worse.
A shudder ran through her whole being, as she made a sharp turn towards the west. Little planet, with small people and buildings. Terrible. She spinned around, wanting to look up at the stars instead.
The stars she would one day travel again, as the Decepticons celibrate their victory. In her dreams, she would be at their leader's side.
Realistically thinking, however, that would never happen. To him, she was just another soldier. Even if they had their interesting conversations from time to time, it made nothing any different. It just showed they were both sentient beings with feelings, still. No matter how cold war had made them.
A few more turns... The clouds tickled her sides. They were moist, humid... Yet didn't make her wet. It was pleasent. Nightshade sighed deeply, scanning her surroundings for any possible threats. None.
In her dreams, Megatron would take a hold of her. She'd fear him first, but moments later she was safely in his arms, assuring her he was not going to harm her. The femme would close her optics, speaking out her worries to him that he would ease. Like a father would calm his daughter. A human relationship that she thought fitted the two of them. Except that she was disowned at the moment...
Her nose pointed downwards as she quickly descended towards the sand of the Nevada desert. Before hitting the ground, she quickly lifted, turning a bit more. Sand flew up around her, covering her wings for a moment. The speed washed it all off.
When was any Decepticon going to accept her again? Her caretaker had been destroyed in battle, and she was seen as an Autobot friend because of her job.
"Be happy someone does it." She muttered, wanting to rip off their heads for ever daring to think of her like that. As if she wouldn't try to kill Optimus within an instant if Megatron let her!
"Nightshade, we need you back at the base." Speak of the devil...
"Alright, Optimus! Is there a problem?" She did her very best to not let her anger shine through.
"There might be. Our scanners picked up on Decepticon activity."
Right... Make her face her problems again. By now she had killed more Decepticon drones and traitors (who she was allowed to get rid of to gain the Prime's trust), than Autobots who she really wanted to rip apart.
"Right! I'll be there in a moment!" With a nice and flowy bow, she turned. For a moment she was upside down, then she spinned to fix that problem.
Back to that wretched Autobot base...