Post by Miss Mandy on May 9, 2008 20:46:01 GMT -5
Ok, first things first. I am not looking for this to happen in the RP. I had to write this. In some ways this was a positive step for NS. Very cathartic.
The song is Your Star by Evanesence.
~*~*~*~*~
I can’t see your star; I can’t see your star.
Nightstrike raced through the black night skies trying to get her bearings, trying to find her way. The beacon of the Decepticon base had been disabled in the recent attack. The Seekers were Primus knew where and so here she was wandering, lost in the dark.
The last battle had left her in a shambles and had more or less off-lined most of her navigational and GPS systems but with no medic now to mend her battle damage she had to rely on self-repair and that would only go so far. Clear skies with stars that she could use to navigate by were covered by a thick blanket of clouds making the current situation even more dire.
I’ve been patiently waiting bedside for the death of today.
Earlier that day all had been as it should have been. She was on a promise; a promise of a night with Megatron and she had preened and prepared her quarters and herself. Her armour had been buffed to a rich satin lustre, showing off every curve of her frame to perfection. A trip to Dissever realigned sensors and ensured everything was in perfect working order. Megatron had rarely sought her out as it was but he had usually granted her an audience if she requested one. Lately, however, they’re infrequent meetings had become fewer and farther between. Nightstrike had never been under any foolish notions that Megatron might someday love her. Oh no, that would be too much to ask of him. All that she had ever wanted was a few moments of his time, a brief touch, a stolen kiss, a night in his berth. That was all. He seemed unwilling to give her these few scraps anymore, so when he did approach her (although she would very so much like to tell him to frag off and rust) she could not resist him.
He was her drug, her addiction, and she could not get enough.
I can’t see your star; the mechanical lights of Lisbon frightened it away.
Patiently she waited on her berth, arranging herself in a pose that she vaguely remembered him liking at some point. She waited... and waited. Nightstrike had waited so long that eventually complaining servos forced her to lie down. Anticipation went to anger; anger went to despair. Despair led her into a restless recharge that was soon disturbed by the base being rocked by explosions. Sitting bolt upright on her berth, Megatron’s voice thundered through an open comm ordering all to battle. With a heavy sigh Nightstrike rose from her berth and thought piteously, “So much for seeing Megatron anytime soon.”
With that thought weighing heavily on her mind she raced to join the fray.
And I’m alone now; me and all I stood for, we’re wandering now.
All in parts and pieces, swim lonely, find your own way out.
As soon as the jets hit the air things went wrong. Usually the Decepticons’ heavy reliance on air support worked in their favour but no one had told them that the Autobots had gotten some jets of their own. Starscream, who was generally quite happy to tear into any Autobot he could grab hold of, seemed extremely reluctant to fire upon one of the newcomers, Skyfire. The large red and white jet used that to their advantage and ran interference between the Seekers and the Autobots, allowing the miserable ‘bots to get a few lucky shots in.
While making strafing runs over the battlefield she kept a close optic on Quicksilver, FrostBite and Chimera. Quicksilver was mercilessly going hell for leather against Sunstreaker, the two mechs throwing punches and firing at each other wildly. Chimera had taken on the Autobot helicopter, Cloudburst. Both femmes were engaged in a deadly but graceful match of wits with their swords. Nightstrike caught a glimpse of FrostBite as he skirted the edge of the fight, choosing his next move and targeting Jazz.
The battle raged on, fighting grew more intense and suddenly a large explosion engulfed the world in a blinding flash and sent sound waves crashing against Nightstrike. She looked around in time to see the medbay go up in flames.
“Dissever! Blizzard! Answer me!”
There was no answer.
“DISSEVER! PRIMUS MECH! ANSWER ME NOW!”
Still, only static. Openly sobbing into the line she tried one final time.
“Dissever? Blizzard?”
The only thing that answered her calls was static.
In one fell swoop she had lost one of her few friends and the mech whom she considered to be her father. It felt as if her spark was going to die within her at that very moment. In the pain was a small comfort that at least both medics had gone together. Nightstrike knew that they had become very close; Blizzard had told her so in her own brusque way. If they had bonded (which Nightstrike never did pry that much nor did Blizzard or Dissever offer such private information) the fact that they had both died together was merciful. Lost in the unfathomable grief of losing friends and the memories it brought forward, Nightstrike became distracted. Unfortunately, distraction in battle is a bad thing and Nightstrike was glanced by a plasma blast from Ironhide, knocking her unconscious and out of the sky.
I can’t see your star; I can’t see your star.
How can the darkness feel so wrong?
And I’m alone now; me and all I stood for, we’re wandering now.
All in parts and pieces, swim lonely, find your own way out.
When Nightstrike came to she was disoriented and her head spun wildly and all she could do was lie on the ground. Her processor ran through the battle and replayed the sickening sight of the medbay being destroyed. Bitter tears streaked her dirty face leaving trails through the dust and grime of the fight and her subsequent crash. Self diagnostics confirmed what she already knew; her systems and her airframe were heavily damaged.
Base, this is Nightstrike, come in please.
Static. Running a scan she found that she was receiving no signal and had to move. The grinding of gears, straining of cabling and servos told her of the severity of her damage but there was no choice; it was either move or never be found. Sitting up, she did what she could to stop slow bleeds and willed her self-repair to move more quickly.
“Dissever will kill... Oh.” The thought was cut short by remembrance and she hauled herself to her feet, pain shooting through her limbs and systems, causing her to whimper and grit her dental plates.
“Must... transform...”
Slow shifting of parts punctuated by groans and the sound of grinding gave testament to how bad off Nightstrike actually was but she carried on, determined to not be left out here in the dark alone. Taking off into the darkness, a feeling of fear swept over her. The darkness had never worried her before like it did just now. She felt certain there was some omen in it, but what it might be she could not say.
So far away, it’s growing colder, without you love.
Why can’t you feel me, calling your name?
Can’t break the silence, It’s breaking me.
All my fears turn to rage.
Now in the air, Nightstrike assumed that her reception would once again be working and attempted to make contact.
“Base, this is Nightstrike, do you copy?”
There was still no answer, just the cold static coming through her comm link. Adjusting the band and frequencies she transmitted her message yet again. This time the static broke and the voice of Soundwave could be heard coming through.
“Sign-l weak. Trans--- gain.”
“Soundwave, this is Nightstrike. I am seriously injured. Navigational systems inoperable. Send help!”
“Com-icat-ns array dam-ed.”
Once again the static sounded over the comm line making her feel more lonely and afraid. She sighed. Oh how she did not want to do this, but who else would she call for? Sending a little prayer to Primus that the comm links would be restored suddenly, she spoke again.
“Megatron, this is Nightstrike. I am in trouble and cannot find the base.”
Panic rose in her yet again when the comm was not answered. Her engines stuttered as her energy supplies began to deplete.
“Megatron! Help me!”
No answer.
Slowly her fear changed over to a dull rage that burned steadily in her chest.
“Damn it mech! I’ve been hurt badly and you can’t even be bothered to answer me back?! Do I mean so little to you anymore that you are happy to let me die out here! Frag it! I have given you everything I possibly can! Oh, but no, that is how you are, isn’t it? You take, you use and then you throw away what is no longer of any use to you!” She paused, panting slightly and then added softly, “I still love you.”
The silence pervaded the darkness that surrounded her. No answer, no help, no hope. The only thing she knew in the next moment was pain like no other when weapons fire tore through her wing and took off her aileron. Screaming in agony, she transformed as she crashed and hoped that would be enough to save her.
And I’m alone now.
Me and all I stood for, we’re wandering now.
All in parts and pieces, swim lonely, find your own way out.
When Nightstrike’s optics came online the first thing she saw was the barrel of a gun being held steady in front of her face. Forcing her optics off the gaping maw of the weapon she followed it along until she could finally see who was there. She was not pleased by what she saw.
Sunstreaker.
His lips had curled into a dreadful sneer and his optics held nothing but cold contempt for the femme.
“Well, well, well, look here Sideswipe, looks like we’ve caught the one that got away.”
Sideswipe rushed over to his brother’s side and looked down at her. His face didn’t hold the murderous look that Sunstreaker’s did, but it still did not bode well for her. “Yeah, look at that. You know who she is, don’t you, Sunny?”
“Just some filthy ‘con scum.” Sunstreaker’s cold glare bored holes into Nightstrike’s armour.
“Nah, she’s a bit more than that. She’s Megatron’s whore.” Sideswipe gave a cruel chuckle.
Nightstrike’s head snapped to face Sideswipe, “I am not anyone’s whore!”
He knelt down in front of her and put the barrel of his gun beneath her chin. “You sleep in his berth don’t you? Makes you as good as one in my book.”
In a moment of silence as the twins obviously conversed through their bond, Nightstrike desperately cried out for help yet again.
“Megatron! I’ve been captured by Sideswipe and Sunstreaker! I need help immediately!”
There was a moment of silence and finally the familiar rumble of her leader, master and lover came through. “There is no one to send. Hold them off for now.”
She was incredulous. “Most of my systems are offline; navigation and weapons are no longer functioning. I cannot hold them off by myself!”
Another silence rang in her audios.
“Nightstrike, there is no one. Find your own way out.”
The comm was cut off abruptly. The feeling of helplessness she had been feeling overwhelmed her and great tears of energon trickled down her cheeks.
“Aw, look Sunny, she’s crying. You think she feels bad for everything she’s done?”
Sunstreaker snorted, “Hell no! The only thing she feels sorry about is that she’s been caught.”
Nightstrike took her optics away; she wasn’t about to let them have the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Her optics steadily stared at the ground until something behind Sunstreaker caught her attention. Something that made her spark turn cold in her chest.
It was a fusion cannon.
Nothing worth fighting for!
We’re wandering now, all in parts and pieces swim lonely,
Find your own way out.
Still looking at the battered cannon she quietly asked, “Wh-where did you get that?”
Sunstreaker’s sneer turned victorious. “Oh that?” He picked it up so Nightstrike could get a better look. “I believe I tore it off the arm of Quicksilver once I killed him. I thought it would be good to keep a trophy.”
Nightstrike’s optics grew wide, her spark screamed with agony. Her son was gone. Killed by this disgusting Autobot and then shamed even in death by having his weapon taken from him.
“Chimera? FrostBite?” It was all Nightstrike could manage to say.
Sideswipe spoke up, “FrostBite? Doesn’t ring any bells. Chimera does though.” He casually threw a sword on the ground before Nightstrike. “You know, for your sparklings to have Megatron as a father they sure didn’t fight like it. You sure you didn’t lie about that?”
Shaking fingers tentatively touched the blade. “You monsters... my sparklings. You killed them.”
“Monsters! Now that is rich! Can you believe her Sides?” Sunstreaker shook his head and thumbed at Nightstrike.
“Heh, yeah, right. We’re the monsters in all this. You must have something loose in your processor if you can’t realize that you guys are the monsters.” Sideswipe shook his head in amusement.
At that point both twins moved forward and forced her to her feet by pulling on her arms and digging their guns into her back. Biting back a groan of agony that was both physical and emotional, she eventually stood up. Sunstreaker growled at her, “We’ve been given orders to not harm prisoners. Get your sorry aft moving. I scratched my paint while finishing off that bastard son of yours and it needs to be fixed.”
Nightstrike stumbled as she was pushed forward, “P-prisoner?”
“Yeah, Prime said we’re to catch the strays and keep you for interrogation.” Sunstreaker pushed her again. “If it were up to me I’d finish you off here and now.”
Nightstrike stood still, barely budged by the push, as she considered everything. Megatron had abandoned her. Two of her sparklings were dead. One of her only friends was gone. What did she have left? Was there anything worth fighting for now?
“Fine,” was the weak reply she gave the twins as she started to walk. Shuffling slowly at first, an idea began to form in her mind. As it took hold, her walk turned into a run. “I just need a little space, just a little,” she thought.
“Oh frag! Sunny! She’s running!” Sideswipe reached out to try and grab her but Nightstrike managed to slip away from him. The twins shouted threats and pulled their guns on her, firing at her, but she paid no heed to it.
In one swift and graceful movement she took out her energon sword. Whirling to look at her would be captors, she shook with fear.
“What the pit... Oh, come on, you aren’t going to try and fight us are you?” Sunstreaker was incredulous.
Nightstrike looked at him, gave him a sad smile and shook her head. Megatron’s voice echoed in her mind.
“Find your own way out.”
Both hands on the hilt, point turned inward. Swinging her arms in a smooth arc, the blade pierced canopy and armour. Knowing the blade was not deep enough to do its job, Nightstrike fell upon her sword, driving it home and through her spark chamber. She faced her death bravely, never uttering a cry or an oath as the sword found its mark and energon poured forth from the mortal wound.
“Oh Primus! You stupid glitched femme!” Sideswipe ran over to Nightstrike and rolled her onto her side. “What the frag did you do that for!”
Nightstrike’s optics struggled to focus on the red twin. A bitter smile spread on her face and she whispered, “Tell him... I found my way out.”
Sunstreaker walked over and dryly commented, “You can tell him yourself when he joins you in the pit.”
Nightstrike forced a laugh, her optics flickered and went dark.
Sunstreaker shook his head as he walked off and transformed, “Come on Sides. Let’s go home. At least we’re down another ‘con. It’s just a shame that I didn’t get the satisfaction of finishing her off.”
Sideswipe looked down at the growing pool of energon and nodded his agreement as he folded down into his altmode. Speeding off, the battered and broken body of Nightstrike was left behind in a cloud of dust; neither twin gave what had just happened a second thought.
The song is Your Star by Evanesence.
~*~*~*~*~
I can’t see your star; I can’t see your star.
Nightstrike raced through the black night skies trying to get her bearings, trying to find her way. The beacon of the Decepticon base had been disabled in the recent attack. The Seekers were Primus knew where and so here she was wandering, lost in the dark.
The last battle had left her in a shambles and had more or less off-lined most of her navigational and GPS systems but with no medic now to mend her battle damage she had to rely on self-repair and that would only go so far. Clear skies with stars that she could use to navigate by were covered by a thick blanket of clouds making the current situation even more dire.
I’ve been patiently waiting bedside for the death of today.
Earlier that day all had been as it should have been. She was on a promise; a promise of a night with Megatron and she had preened and prepared her quarters and herself. Her armour had been buffed to a rich satin lustre, showing off every curve of her frame to perfection. A trip to Dissever realigned sensors and ensured everything was in perfect working order. Megatron had rarely sought her out as it was but he had usually granted her an audience if she requested one. Lately, however, they’re infrequent meetings had become fewer and farther between. Nightstrike had never been under any foolish notions that Megatron might someday love her. Oh no, that would be too much to ask of him. All that she had ever wanted was a few moments of his time, a brief touch, a stolen kiss, a night in his berth. That was all. He seemed unwilling to give her these few scraps anymore, so when he did approach her (although she would very so much like to tell him to frag off and rust) she could not resist him.
He was her drug, her addiction, and she could not get enough.
I can’t see your star; the mechanical lights of Lisbon frightened it away.
Patiently she waited on her berth, arranging herself in a pose that she vaguely remembered him liking at some point. She waited... and waited. Nightstrike had waited so long that eventually complaining servos forced her to lie down. Anticipation went to anger; anger went to despair. Despair led her into a restless recharge that was soon disturbed by the base being rocked by explosions. Sitting bolt upright on her berth, Megatron’s voice thundered through an open comm ordering all to battle. With a heavy sigh Nightstrike rose from her berth and thought piteously, “So much for seeing Megatron anytime soon.”
With that thought weighing heavily on her mind she raced to join the fray.
And I’m alone now; me and all I stood for, we’re wandering now.
All in parts and pieces, swim lonely, find your own way out.
As soon as the jets hit the air things went wrong. Usually the Decepticons’ heavy reliance on air support worked in their favour but no one had told them that the Autobots had gotten some jets of their own. Starscream, who was generally quite happy to tear into any Autobot he could grab hold of, seemed extremely reluctant to fire upon one of the newcomers, Skyfire. The large red and white jet used that to their advantage and ran interference between the Seekers and the Autobots, allowing the miserable ‘bots to get a few lucky shots in.
While making strafing runs over the battlefield she kept a close optic on Quicksilver, FrostBite and Chimera. Quicksilver was mercilessly going hell for leather against Sunstreaker, the two mechs throwing punches and firing at each other wildly. Chimera had taken on the Autobot helicopter, Cloudburst. Both femmes were engaged in a deadly but graceful match of wits with their swords. Nightstrike caught a glimpse of FrostBite as he skirted the edge of the fight, choosing his next move and targeting Jazz.
The battle raged on, fighting grew more intense and suddenly a large explosion engulfed the world in a blinding flash and sent sound waves crashing against Nightstrike. She looked around in time to see the medbay go up in flames.
“Dissever! Blizzard! Answer me!”
There was no answer.
“DISSEVER! PRIMUS MECH! ANSWER ME NOW!”
Still, only static. Openly sobbing into the line she tried one final time.
“Dissever? Blizzard?”
The only thing that answered her calls was static.
In one fell swoop she had lost one of her few friends and the mech whom she considered to be her father. It felt as if her spark was going to die within her at that very moment. In the pain was a small comfort that at least both medics had gone together. Nightstrike knew that they had become very close; Blizzard had told her so in her own brusque way. If they had bonded (which Nightstrike never did pry that much nor did Blizzard or Dissever offer such private information) the fact that they had both died together was merciful. Lost in the unfathomable grief of losing friends and the memories it brought forward, Nightstrike became distracted. Unfortunately, distraction in battle is a bad thing and Nightstrike was glanced by a plasma blast from Ironhide, knocking her unconscious and out of the sky.
I can’t see your star; I can’t see your star.
How can the darkness feel so wrong?
And I’m alone now; me and all I stood for, we’re wandering now.
All in parts and pieces, swim lonely, find your own way out.
When Nightstrike came to she was disoriented and her head spun wildly and all she could do was lie on the ground. Her processor ran through the battle and replayed the sickening sight of the medbay being destroyed. Bitter tears streaked her dirty face leaving trails through the dust and grime of the fight and her subsequent crash. Self diagnostics confirmed what she already knew; her systems and her airframe were heavily damaged.
Base, this is Nightstrike, come in please.
Static. Running a scan she found that she was receiving no signal and had to move. The grinding of gears, straining of cabling and servos told her of the severity of her damage but there was no choice; it was either move or never be found. Sitting up, she did what she could to stop slow bleeds and willed her self-repair to move more quickly.
“Dissever will kill... Oh.” The thought was cut short by remembrance and she hauled herself to her feet, pain shooting through her limbs and systems, causing her to whimper and grit her dental plates.
“Must... transform...”
Slow shifting of parts punctuated by groans and the sound of grinding gave testament to how bad off Nightstrike actually was but she carried on, determined to not be left out here in the dark alone. Taking off into the darkness, a feeling of fear swept over her. The darkness had never worried her before like it did just now. She felt certain there was some omen in it, but what it might be she could not say.
So far away, it’s growing colder, without you love.
Why can’t you feel me, calling your name?
Can’t break the silence, It’s breaking me.
All my fears turn to rage.
Now in the air, Nightstrike assumed that her reception would once again be working and attempted to make contact.
“Base, this is Nightstrike, do you copy?”
There was still no answer, just the cold static coming through her comm link. Adjusting the band and frequencies she transmitted her message yet again. This time the static broke and the voice of Soundwave could be heard coming through.
“Sign-l weak. Trans--- gain.”
“Soundwave, this is Nightstrike. I am seriously injured. Navigational systems inoperable. Send help!”
“Com-icat-ns array dam-ed.”
Once again the static sounded over the comm line making her feel more lonely and afraid. She sighed. Oh how she did not want to do this, but who else would she call for? Sending a little prayer to Primus that the comm links would be restored suddenly, she spoke again.
“Megatron, this is Nightstrike. I am in trouble and cannot find the base.”
Panic rose in her yet again when the comm was not answered. Her engines stuttered as her energy supplies began to deplete.
“Megatron! Help me!”
No answer.
Slowly her fear changed over to a dull rage that burned steadily in her chest.
“Damn it mech! I’ve been hurt badly and you can’t even be bothered to answer me back?! Do I mean so little to you anymore that you are happy to let me die out here! Frag it! I have given you everything I possibly can! Oh, but no, that is how you are, isn’t it? You take, you use and then you throw away what is no longer of any use to you!” She paused, panting slightly and then added softly, “I still love you.”
The silence pervaded the darkness that surrounded her. No answer, no help, no hope. The only thing she knew in the next moment was pain like no other when weapons fire tore through her wing and took off her aileron. Screaming in agony, she transformed as she crashed and hoped that would be enough to save her.
And I’m alone now.
Me and all I stood for, we’re wandering now.
All in parts and pieces, swim lonely, find your own way out.
When Nightstrike’s optics came online the first thing she saw was the barrel of a gun being held steady in front of her face. Forcing her optics off the gaping maw of the weapon she followed it along until she could finally see who was there. She was not pleased by what she saw.
Sunstreaker.
His lips had curled into a dreadful sneer and his optics held nothing but cold contempt for the femme.
“Well, well, well, look here Sideswipe, looks like we’ve caught the one that got away.”
Sideswipe rushed over to his brother’s side and looked down at her. His face didn’t hold the murderous look that Sunstreaker’s did, but it still did not bode well for her. “Yeah, look at that. You know who she is, don’t you, Sunny?”
“Just some filthy ‘con scum.” Sunstreaker’s cold glare bored holes into Nightstrike’s armour.
“Nah, she’s a bit more than that. She’s Megatron’s whore.” Sideswipe gave a cruel chuckle.
Nightstrike’s head snapped to face Sideswipe, “I am not anyone’s whore!”
He knelt down in front of her and put the barrel of his gun beneath her chin. “You sleep in his berth don’t you? Makes you as good as one in my book.”
In a moment of silence as the twins obviously conversed through their bond, Nightstrike desperately cried out for help yet again.
“Megatron! I’ve been captured by Sideswipe and Sunstreaker! I need help immediately!”
There was a moment of silence and finally the familiar rumble of her leader, master and lover came through. “There is no one to send. Hold them off for now.”
She was incredulous. “Most of my systems are offline; navigation and weapons are no longer functioning. I cannot hold them off by myself!”
Another silence rang in her audios.
“Nightstrike, there is no one. Find your own way out.”
The comm was cut off abruptly. The feeling of helplessness she had been feeling overwhelmed her and great tears of energon trickled down her cheeks.
“Aw, look Sunny, she’s crying. You think she feels bad for everything she’s done?”
Sunstreaker snorted, “Hell no! The only thing she feels sorry about is that she’s been caught.”
Nightstrike took her optics away; she wasn’t about to let them have the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Her optics steadily stared at the ground until something behind Sunstreaker caught her attention. Something that made her spark turn cold in her chest.
It was a fusion cannon.
Nothing worth fighting for!
We’re wandering now, all in parts and pieces swim lonely,
Find your own way out.
Still looking at the battered cannon she quietly asked, “Wh-where did you get that?”
Sunstreaker’s sneer turned victorious. “Oh that?” He picked it up so Nightstrike could get a better look. “I believe I tore it off the arm of Quicksilver once I killed him. I thought it would be good to keep a trophy.”
Nightstrike’s optics grew wide, her spark screamed with agony. Her son was gone. Killed by this disgusting Autobot and then shamed even in death by having his weapon taken from him.
“Chimera? FrostBite?” It was all Nightstrike could manage to say.
Sideswipe spoke up, “FrostBite? Doesn’t ring any bells. Chimera does though.” He casually threw a sword on the ground before Nightstrike. “You know, for your sparklings to have Megatron as a father they sure didn’t fight like it. You sure you didn’t lie about that?”
Shaking fingers tentatively touched the blade. “You monsters... my sparklings. You killed them.”
“Monsters! Now that is rich! Can you believe her Sides?” Sunstreaker shook his head and thumbed at Nightstrike.
“Heh, yeah, right. We’re the monsters in all this. You must have something loose in your processor if you can’t realize that you guys are the monsters.” Sideswipe shook his head in amusement.
At that point both twins moved forward and forced her to her feet by pulling on her arms and digging their guns into her back. Biting back a groan of agony that was both physical and emotional, she eventually stood up. Sunstreaker growled at her, “We’ve been given orders to not harm prisoners. Get your sorry aft moving. I scratched my paint while finishing off that bastard son of yours and it needs to be fixed.”
Nightstrike stumbled as she was pushed forward, “P-prisoner?”
“Yeah, Prime said we’re to catch the strays and keep you for interrogation.” Sunstreaker pushed her again. “If it were up to me I’d finish you off here and now.”
Nightstrike stood still, barely budged by the push, as she considered everything. Megatron had abandoned her. Two of her sparklings were dead. One of her only friends was gone. What did she have left? Was there anything worth fighting for now?
“Fine,” was the weak reply she gave the twins as she started to walk. Shuffling slowly at first, an idea began to form in her mind. As it took hold, her walk turned into a run. “I just need a little space, just a little,” she thought.
“Oh frag! Sunny! She’s running!” Sideswipe reached out to try and grab her but Nightstrike managed to slip away from him. The twins shouted threats and pulled their guns on her, firing at her, but she paid no heed to it.
In one swift and graceful movement she took out her energon sword. Whirling to look at her would be captors, she shook with fear.
“What the pit... Oh, come on, you aren’t going to try and fight us are you?” Sunstreaker was incredulous.
Nightstrike looked at him, gave him a sad smile and shook her head. Megatron’s voice echoed in her mind.
“Find your own way out.”
Both hands on the hilt, point turned inward. Swinging her arms in a smooth arc, the blade pierced canopy and armour. Knowing the blade was not deep enough to do its job, Nightstrike fell upon her sword, driving it home and through her spark chamber. She faced her death bravely, never uttering a cry or an oath as the sword found its mark and energon poured forth from the mortal wound.
“Oh Primus! You stupid glitched femme!” Sideswipe ran over to Nightstrike and rolled her onto her side. “What the frag did you do that for!”
Nightstrike’s optics struggled to focus on the red twin. A bitter smile spread on her face and she whispered, “Tell him... I found my way out.”
Sunstreaker walked over and dryly commented, “You can tell him yourself when he joins you in the pit.”
Nightstrike forced a laugh, her optics flickered and went dark.
Sunstreaker shook his head as he walked off and transformed, “Come on Sides. Let’s go home. At least we’re down another ‘con. It’s just a shame that I didn’t get the satisfaction of finishing her off.”
Sideswipe looked down at the growing pool of energon and nodded his agreement as he folded down into his altmode. Speeding off, the battered and broken body of Nightstrike was left behind in a cloud of dust; neither twin gave what had just happened a second thought.