~From Humble Beginnings~
A Story of the Turbulent Beginnings of the Great Warrior, Bluestreak
Chapter 2
"My lord do you really think this is wise? The people need you safe somewhere so you can help after the battle."
"Help who after the battle Highside? We have heard all the reports from other cities that have fallen. There are never any survivors. Once the Decepticons set their sights on a city, it will fall and all its inhabitants will die. No Highside, it is wiser that I stay here. It is better that I fall with my city and my people than I live with the knowledge that I left my people to die."
"Very well my lord."
"Please Highside, its just Stormlight now. There is no need for formal titles among friends as good as you and I."
"Indeed my lo… Stormlight. What do you plan to do now?"
"I will wait for the Decepticons and I will see if they will listen to rational discussion. Better lose our beautiful crystals than lose our lives." Just then, the oak doors burst open and the Decepticons swarmed in and attacked the guards scattered about the room. Suddenly, the attack ceased and the Decepticon hoards drew to the sides of the room, leaving an aisle up which strode Lord Megatron with Starscream and Soundwave at his flanks. He came to a stop before the thrones and bowed a low mocking bow.
"Ah King Stormlight and the lovely Queen Silvershimmer. You must tell me, what is it like to be the rulers of a dying city?"
"Lord Megatron, why do you attack a city of peaceful neutrals? We have no quarrel with anyone involved with this war. If the power crystals are what you seek than take them and leave. But leave our people alone." Megatron paused and considered the request.
"No I don't believe I will. You see I am after the crystals but these attacks are also good for morale. My soldiers feed off the fear and the killing and when next I order them to a city they will attack even more viciously. Besides, so much of the city has already been destroyed; the palace is the last place with any life signatures remaining." At this, Queen Silvershimmer gasped and brought her hand to her mouth.
"Yes my queen, it is far too late for everyone else and soon it will be too late for you as well!" Bluestreak could only watch in horror as Soundwave shot at Stormlight, only to hit Highside instead when he jumped in from of the gun. Stormlight staggered back as his dearest friend was thrown against him by the force of the shot. He lowered them both to the ground and cradled his friend in his arms, whispering words Bluestreak could not hear, now lost forever as the light faded from Highside's optics. Stormlight simply sat there for a moment, holding the rapidly cooling body while his sparkmate looked on in horror, before quietly rising and facing the Decepticons. Bluestreak caught a glimpse of his father's optics and knew that he was already dead inside.
The next moment, all hell broke loose as the Decepticons, in their furious battle lust, shot everything in the room including each other occasionally. When the smoke and dust cleared, there was not a living creature left that was not Decepticon. Bluestreak could only watch as the bodies of Praxians and Decepticons alike were throne in a heap, with the bodies of Stormlight and Silvershimmer on top, then the entire pile was set ablaze. The flames licked eagerly at the spilled oil and energon that coated the bodies. Lord Megatron stood there for a moment, his expression made even demonic by the light of the fire, and then he turned as a Decepticon soldier approached.
"My lord, the Autobots are nearing our position."
"Very well, how goes the crystal collection?"
"We only have one garden left sir."
"Good. Decepticons, prepare to leave, let the Autobots find this a city of the dead." With that, all the Decepticons left the room, leaving behind a mess of rumble, a smoldering pile of body parts, and one terrified little sparkling.