OC Decepticon X Prowl. (Lunarflare, Lunaria- Luna for short)
Solarburst (Solaria- Laria for short)
Forgive me if the story is cheesy, I don't entirely know what I'm doing. Primus help me.
Lots of cybertronian words that I'm not providing a dictionary for.
I, Lunarflare the Decepticon infiltrater and spy, was floating around in space like a piece of debris, trying to find a planet covered in organics. Gross, right?
Now you may be thinking, 'why doesn't she use her comms or navigation systems?' Well it's because they're out-of-order. My communication arrays were destroyed so I have no means of getting help from fellow Decepticons- not that they would help-, and my navigation systems were also broken. Both of which had been destroyed by autobots when I had still been on Cybertron. Oh, and my wings weren't in the greatest condition a Praxian could have them in.
I had been floating, well... more like drifting, thru space for at least a vorn or two and I was close to offlining as my energon levels were almost depleted, the only thing that kept me from becoming offline was my going into voluntary stasis many solar cycles ago. But now even that seemed to not work, I needed energy, and soon, otherwise I'd offl- never get away from the decepticon forces. Yes, I was a runaway.
Just my luck, being stranded out in space with no comms or navigation. Primus must really hate me. I thought bitterly. An asteroid belt was to my left and open space- Ha, I literally was in space.- to my right.
I couldn't do much, what with me being in the state I was in. The solar cycles were mostly a blur to me, like passing memories. They felt more like liquid passing thru my digits rather than actual memories, though. If I ever get out of this bleak nothingness, I'm gonna become an autobot if possible. I thought, trying to not remind myself of where I was; which was drifting in space.
I was very bored. So bored in fact, that I was imagining a planet not too far off in the distance. The planet my mind created out of boredom had the color blue painting almost all of the surface, and a little bit of green here and there, with odd white streaks covering most of the planet.
I ignored it, believing that it was a conjured image of my boredom. And of my hope of being on something solid again, I'd been floating around far too long for comfort, not that there is any comfort acting like a piece of- you know what, I'm done thinking of those two cursed words.
I looked around me, feeling weak from lack of energon, and saw other planets nearby the first planet. Looking around more, I noticed a bright orb. That orb was a sun, and it looked far different than the one from my home planets' one. I'm in a different galaxy? I thought, now realizing that this wasn't an image I conjured. I wondered if it would be wrong to wish that the blue-green-white planet was the planet I had been looking for since... well, vorns ago. As quickly as that was thought up, I shoved it out of my thoughts. No point in having false hope, I'd had my fill of that one too many times already.
A piece of actual space debris smacked into my side, sending me into immense pain. Oh, the joys of life. I had a strange condition that if I were low on energon, I was as weak as a brittle stick of pasta, easily hurt by even a soft jab. Clutching my aching side, I looked at the distance of how far the blue-green-white- whatever the pit color it was- planet was. Not that far it seemed, I think the space debris that rudely jabbed my side somehow pushed me closer to it.
I scanned the planet for lifeforms. I was surprised to read from my processors- well, the ones that hadn't been damaged yet- that there were more than five million beings living on this tiny world. It was much smaller than Cybertron- which was around thrice the size of this planet-, which made that a bit of a shocker.
I cycled my intakes and attempted to try swimming thru space. It kind of worked, not by much though, but it was something, so I continued.
I kept at it for a couple minutes before feeling my processor begin to slip into forced stasis.
Low energon levels detected, emergency shut down eminent.
No! I mentally shouted at the program, hoping to delay the red countdown that was spread across my vision, hidden behind a visor i wore.
It delayed alright, but only for a few seconds, then it sped up the countdown.
Stop, stop, stop, stop, STOP! I shouted louder in my mind. It didn't stop this time, just kept on going.
I cycled my intakes, resigning myself to the fact that I'd offline here.
I felt my mind slipping away fast. Knowing that there was nothing I could do to stop it, I tried swimming thru space again. Several warnings on my HUD appeared, but I paid them no mind. It wasn't until one of the warnings blocked my view that I finally looked at it.
Extensive system damages detected, emergency shut down for self-repairs eminent.
No! This couldn't be where it ended! My bit of processor that still fought against my forced stasis said. My sister is gone and I'm space debris, what more must be done before you accept that it's my time? The other part of my processor that was always at war with my fighting half.
My systems were shutting down and I could feel it. The looming dread never felt more crushing than now, it's always 'shoot the enemies before you're offlined- regrets can come later' when you're a Decepticon, but we're always fighting so I never had time to properly grieve for the sister I lost. She'd been on patrol duty when she'd came across an autobot scout group. I hadn't been anwhere near to help her, and when I got there, it was too late.
I remembered her name was Solarburst. we had been twins, so it was considered a slight miracle that I hadn't died when 'Solar's spark signature went offline on the screen I'd been monitoring all the way back at headquarters. It also meant that I was treated differently than the others, listened to a bit more from the higher-ups, and ignored alot from the 'cons around my rank.
I tried to hold onto my consciousness a bit longer, but I was having a difficult time as it was to just keep my optics' open. I eventually felt too tired to try and grasp at my consciousness, succumbing to the shutdown.
Just as I was about to drift off into a stasis I'd never wake up from, a loud shwoop cut thru my system shutdown. On instinct, my systems jumpstarted- I know, not a very good habit, but it's kept me from being offlined in my stasis naps more than once- and I saw a yellow-and-red colored autobot ship.
Oh great, did they get word that a 'con is floating around and wanted to interrogate them, or is it just my bad luck? I thought, wide awake and running purely on fumes and adrenaline.
I took a closer look and saw that the ship was under attack, no doubt Decepticons were aboard.
I was in the ship's path, it bearing down on me quickly. I swam to the side- hello, space?- and latched on when it passed me. I climbed said ship, being mindful of my injury and staying away from the glass of the control bridge since that was where the fighting seemed to be.
When I got to the top of the ship, I noticed a big gaping hole in the top- how could one not miss it really?- with a gray colored servo attached to some shredded piping. I stared at the servo for a while, the gears turning in my helm for why the servo looked familiar somehow.
It clicked after a few breems, I'd seen this hand during a battle. This was Megatron's servo- what on Cybertron was he doing way out here? I thought he offlined after the war was over, I'd never thought in my strangest dreams that he'd gone into hiding from all factions- even his own. Well, I guess that was just the price of going under the scanners; no-one believed that you were among the living.
I crawled up to the edge of the hole and saw absolute chaos, not even the worst recruits I'd had to help were this uncoordinated. I watched as a hulking mass of green bumped into another cybertronian, sending him right at the feet of a gray mech. They were definitely repair 'bots by the way they adapted, which was hardly any.
I gasped, nearly giving away my stealth bonus. The 'bot made a snide remark, "Hey, you're even uglier from this angle-" Megatron kicked at the 'bot. "-And more vicious." Oh that yellow-and-black autobot was a goner. I thought, looking at the chaos ensuing.
"Everyone, on my signal, get ready to attack- Prowl, wait!" A black-and-gold colored mech ran up with his shurikens out. I could tell that he was the main problem on this ship, everything he did practically screamed he didn't care for anyone else.
As the leader of all Decepticons struck at the much smaller mech, the mech fizzled out and another appeared behind him, sticking the shurikens into the others' back. A hologram! I realized. I'd had my suspicions on whether he was a cyberninja, but that confirmed it.
I noticed that since they were all distracted, I could get inside- so I did. I silently dropped from the roof and stepped lightly over to the hallway, turning the corner quickly and sharply.
I walked down the hall, making as little noise as I could. A strange blue glow was shinning from a door to my left. Being part of my infiltrater position, I went into the room.
I gasped for the second time that solar cycle- a record for anyone- as I saw the one thing that defeated the decepticons in the war.
The Allspark.
I almost fell from the shock of this ancient artifact sitting inoccently on an insignificant repair crew ship. No wonder Megatron was here, he wanted the Allsparks' power.
I heard heavy footsteps coming toward the room that I was in, snapping me out of my shock. Scrap, I thought. I quickly ran to a vent, pried off the cover, and hid in it because I was small enough and Megatron wasn't. I feared him like all Decepticons did, I was weak for fearing him but I didn't care.
Megatron came stomping audibly around the corner, the autobots close behind.
"Ah, the Allspark, what power it beholds." He said, reaching towards the cube-like shaped artifact.
"No!" A red-and-blue autobot shouted, his power axe colliding with the taller mechs' arm.
The two fought for a while, them slowly reaching the landing bridge. I'd learned the red-and-blue 'bots' name was Optimus- courtesy of the yellow-and-black one.
Warning, planetary impact incoming. A voice came over the built-in comms.
My eyes widened when I realized what the autobot was going to do.
Optimus flicked the lever for the bridge to activate when Megatron was close. The pressure became unstable and began sucking things out of the storage hold. Megatron was too far from anything to grasp, so he got sucked thru.
I noticed the black-and-gold autobot was close to me, so I put the vent cover on and hoped that they didn't pay too much attention to the vent. I couldn't see anything anymore, but I'd take that over being spotted on an enemy ship. I was also exhausted by now, my fumes and adrenaline were almost fully depleted. I held onto my consciousness with a mental iron grip, preventing me from falling unconscious.
From the shouts outside my hiding place, it seemed that Optimus almost got sucked thru as well, but survived.
Warning, planetary impact incoming. The same voice said again.
"Everyone, get to the emergency stasis pods!"
Great, what now? I gave the situation some thought, realizing I needed to get into one of those pods otherwise I might offline from the impact, I silently followed the autobots.
"What about you, Optimus? The yellow-and-black 'bot asked.
"Don't worry about me, I'll get into one of them after I steer us clear of this populated area." The red-and-blue mech replied, gritting his denta.
He soon was done redirecting the ship's course and then went as promised to one of the pods. I saw my chance and dove into the last unoccupied stasis pod and before anyone could see or realize that I was there, the pods activated.
Then everything went dark.
An entire episode of Transformers Animated, that's what it's gonna be for every chapter.