We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
Caught in the middle of pacing back towards the doorway, Starscream paused. After a moment he glanced back at her from over his shoulder.
"Yes, it is," he said. "Now. It is too damaged to prove of any use to the Decepticon cause. Indeed, it will never be fully functional again. It is a broken hulk, and it will continue to rust here for hundreds, thousands of years if left undiscovered. Which is precisely what I intend for it."
He crooked a talon at her.
"That means that neither Megaton or any of the others can learn of it's location," he said warningly. "I discovered it, and after all these years I have kept it hidden. I trust you to do the same. Now, this way."
After he had slipped back out through the half-opened door Starscream looked about critically. There was no need for him to light up his blaster now. Whatever he had done at the terminal had illuminated the corridor. Emergency lighting shone feebly along the shattered floor, a watery blue light that struggled to glow through the grime.
He gestured to a narrow side passage that had previously been hidden by darkness. "This way. Follow me. We'll use an escape hatch to breach the hull. If it isn't buried in earth, at least."
Footfalls on the dusty floor; Dart was padding quietly after the Air Commander. When he paused, she immediately did the same. Then she nodded and brought up her hand to touch her scarred sigil in a quiet salute. From under the brim of her dark helm, blue optics met his red ones as she tucked her her hands quickly at the small of her back.
She understood those spaces. Places you didn't share with many- if anyone. Her spaces were in the wilderness; under the tall, dark pines of Washington in the rain, the dry, high deserts of Oregon under open sky. In Alaska and Canada on high ridges, watching the northern lights, yes and now-- that gorgeous little bend of river in Marble canyon, black water reflecting the stars like glass. All those places.
Yet there was one place that stood out among them all. A secluded thicket in Australia, ferns and moss. She held it close to her heart- er, main pump. Something. When Dart was struggling and terribly low, she could think back to that moment of tentative fingers, brushing away the dust with a crooked smile.
Dart shook herself abruptly away from memory and dragged herself back to the present as her optics followed the sharp crook of Starscream's finger. Dank places, dirty and dusty; standing once more in the bottom of a ship that had buried itself into the Earth in a terrible wreck.
"Understood," she told Starscream quietly as she pulled her heels together and lifted her shoulders. Her voice was soft and earnest, her accent a little thicker as she spoke. "It's your message to carry, not mine until you tell me otherwise, sir."
Another nod, and then she followed after him, picking her way around the ruined floor. She trotted to catch up with him, her spoiler tips lifted eagerly over her shoulders. "All right. At least the lights are working now. Is it far?"
She hesitated. "Er, does- did it have a name? This ship, I mean? Did- did any of the crew here make it out when it crashed?"
The side passage was much narrower than the main corridor had been, with curving reinforced walls. They bowed overhead, partly by design and partly due to the crushing pressure of the earth. Here and there extensive damage from the crash had wrenched the passage into small gaps, requiring both robots to once again crouch or turn sideways to edge through them.
"Not one," said Starscream as he ducked beneath a collapsed bulkhead. His wings were swept tight against his body, to prevent them from catching. Paint still scraped off his shoulder when a jagged finger of metal tore against his frame.
He gave the scratch an irritated look. "I pulled up the manifest after I discovered the ship, once I managed to restore basic computer operations to the bridge and restore the database. The roster indicated it had been manned by a skeleton crew. It was a transport ship at one point. It was already damaged when it entered this planet's orbit, and further broke up upon impact. This is the only part that remains intact, even after thousands of years. No one survived the crash."
Starscream paused. His wings twitched, and then he reluctantly added, "It was the Harbinger. Not a name that would ring familiar to anything but a very small handful of Decepticons now."
Slinking carefully through the side passage, the courier had crouched down. She dotted her fingertips among the wreckage to balance herself as she flattened through one of the more narrow gaps. The courier's intakes were huffing softly; Dart was still keeping wary sensors tuned to the brush of air in the confined space.
The mech's body language said he wasn't concerned about outside intervention; his agitation and irritation seemed more about how he had to shove through the ruined corridor.
Better not to think of how tight this place was, how narrow the ruined corridors were; nowhere to run, no way to leap to the side and dodge frantically around if something came charging down the passageway. Even better not to think of it as a crashed ship, just- think of it as a base.
A base that hadn't gone down with some poor crew member fighting the controls in terror, knowing that the situation was hopeless and yet trying the entire way--
"I'm sorry to hear that," she breathed. "I mean, that no one made it out."
The courier flattened down even more, resting her palms flat against the floor. Steady now, steady, whoa. That's what she couldn't tell Starscream about, that other reason she had a hard time with enclosed spaces; it was some stupidly vague fear that drove her out of shut-down, thrashing online in a panic onto her feet. Inside the base, all she could sometimes do was flee to the wilds. Among the trees and the grass and the sky. It didn't matter if it was pouring rain or icy cold, because there were no walls, no corners, no rooms with no doors and no windows.
Somewhere deep in the depths of her programming, Dart remembered that place, caught in a box with no way out. It was the same way the courier thought she remembered metal spaces and high windows and glittering lights that curled along the gleaming landscape like a river. Perhaps it wasn't even real or true; only repurposed memories of all the human cities she'd driven through in her life; nightmares turning it into some other place.
Starscream's wing scraped against the wall; Dart's spoiler flicked back. She winced at the sharp sound of metal on metal. A soft sound escaped her throat, it lifted gently in the quiet between them. She caught up to where he had paused but didn't get too close; she politely left space between them.
"Harbinger," she repeated softly, eyeing the twitch of his wings. Starscream's body language said he was uncomfortable with the conversation. Immediately she understood and didn't press, backing away from the discussion.
Don't ask questions.
"I've never heard it mentioned among anyone ever, honest," she reassured the lean grey flier. "No one. Not even Pyrotech, promise. Regardless, I- like the name though."
Dart glanced around the ruined passage and hoped the exit wasn't far. "Well, I like it better than Nemesis, anyway," she offered and lifted her nose in an attempt to sniff some scent of fresh air.
He made no further mention of the ship after that, evidently trusting her to keep her silence.
It was that then he paused, looking up. They stood beneath a large, square hatch in the ceiling. Although its disengaging locks were likely powered, a recessed panel contained a manual latch as well, and a handle to thrust it open in the event an emergency claimed the ship-wide electrical systems and their backups. That was what Starscream did now - the grinding crunch of the handle being turned and the lock manually drawn back echoed through the passage.
"There," he growled. "Bah, it's half rusted shut. This is an emergency exit leading up through the hull of the ship. If it's blocked there is another one we can try roughly five hundred feet further down the corridor. We will need to climb it, through at least four more sealing pressure hatches like this one. You'll go first. When you encounter a hatch, open it as I did this one. The ladder is there on the wall."
Starscream pointed. Sure enough, metal rungs climbed up the wall into the darkness of the shaft. A little light penetrated the gloom, but not much. Like everything else in the ship, the shaft was crookedly tilted.
"I will climb behind you and provide light. Keep climbing until you reach a heavy lock. That is the hull seal. That will be the difficult one to open, I suspect. If you encounter a blockage, tell me."
As Starscream quieted, Dart did as well as they continued through the ship; content to let silence fall between them. It was easier that way, because she was still trying to sort out her thoughts and understand what had happened.
Well, what had happened? He didn't care what had happened back at the canyon. Or maybe he just realized what she had said was at face value. She'd been duped by a mech passing himself off as human - yep, that sounds like a Dart moment, nothing to see here, move along. Then again, he was right, she had been so lucky it hadn't been MECH - and yet...
She wouldn't change things. Well, okay, she'd change the part where the Vehicons were killed, and maybe the part where it took so long to get Maximus to get help. But the river rafting and the people? No. Not one bit. Then she wondered if they'd gotten her email and replied to her. Of course, if they asked her how Maximus was - well, hey, he was transported by an ambulance.
Dart couldn't help but hide her grin a bit at that thought. One rather forceful ambulance. With a big knife. Yeah, she'd leave out that part.
Tipping back her head, the courier glanced up at the hatch and watched as he leaned his weight into the handle and went to open it. She guessed he was saving the power as much as possible. It turned, but complained the entire time. The tips of her spoiler splayed slightly at the noise and she turned to warily eye the corridor behind them again - stepping every so lightly between him and the dark, taking up a guarding position on his back. It was a quiet, automatic gesture and when he turned back, she sidestepped and was back in her original position off his shoulder.
When the mech indicated to the rungs, Dart eyed them and then touched her battered sigil in salute. "Yes sir," she replied. She quickly padded past him to curl her fingers around the battered ladder rungs and sniff again; no, no one else through here either. "Four more, open it like you did this one."
She set her foot on the lowermost rung and hoped nothing was so rusted through it wouldn't hold her weight. As far as Cybertronians went, she wasn't a heavy battle mech; that was in her favor for once. It wasn't always that way, especially when she was being shot at. "Understood," she told him and then with a smooth motion, she pushed off the floor and scrabbled upwards on the ladder. It clanked and thunked with each step.
When she got to the first hatch, it took her a moment to figure out how she'd have to do this. Not very gracefully; it involved her swinging her calf out and bracing herself with a hand and then reaching for the latch. The first one was all right; she managed to twist and shove it open and it gave. Grudgingly, with a lot of dust and dirt and rust flaking back down, but more than enough for her to get through start climbing again.
The second one though; it refused to budge. She had hooked herself against the ladder again, this time even bracing the tip of her spoiler back against the side of the rusting rungs. Dart tried from another angle. "This one's stuck bad," she called down to the mech. "I- I can't get it to move." She didn't know if the ship's crash had warped it, or if the mechanism had completely rusted over the eons.
Even with the manoeuvring it took to open a hatch, the rungs of the ladder held beneath her weight. The walls groaned quietly against the pressure of the earth around the ship. The sound rang down the shaft, cavernous and deep.
The darkness did not help either.
Beneath her, Dart would hear Starscream sputter as the loose rust and grit showered down upon him. He climbed well below the courier, aware that if she misplaced a step or the ladder gave way it would send both of them tumbling back into the passage below if he was not quick enough to dodge aside.
Oddly, he did not take offence at her instruction. Instead there was a soft whir as his arm folded back into its blaster configuration. A moment later its red light glowed beneath her, illuminating the narrow walls and the stubborn hatch.
"Harumph! Use your knife if you must," he grumbled. "Rust has likely sealed it shut. If it is too damaged, we'll climb down and I'll simply blast the wretched thing. A sharp impact may jar the mechanisms lose."
Thank you," Dart murmured as the light washed up. There, now she could see the latch. It was rusted tight; there was a bare area where she'd turned it as much as she possibly could, and-
Oh, right...
The knife.
Even though the weapons were on board and integrated into her systems, Dart rarely used her blades for anything other than cutting through entangling brush and deadfall. They were not blades like... well, like Ratchet. The medic's knives were heavy solid weapons that were meant to have weight behind them and drive deep. Hers were slim, sharp things that tucked deep within her forearm; used not for straight charges- no, no, she'd broken them doing that.
She'd learned that really, her weapons skill was in harrying; dodge, leap in, back off, run by and slash at speed. Pyrotech lunged fist first into a fight; he was a vicious, hard hitting fighter who enjoyed it. Well, when he was winning. Losing was a totally different story. Then he was-
Unpleasant memories. Dart flinched. The edge of her foot scrabbled for purchase on the rusting rung; she lost her balance slightly. Twisting, she reached up and snatched hard at the rung with her hand. Her fingers curled around it, she held tight. Rust scraped off of the ancient ladder; it smeared her fingers with red.
The courier could feel this place, tons of rock and stone and metal. It pinned them here, down in the dark. A box, maybe they would never get out. The low sounds of shifting pressure caused a small, uncertain whine to curl out of her throat and she pressed awkwardly against the frame of the ladder, and struggled to regain herself.
This involved trying not to look down. She coughed and then vented out a shuddering trickle of air from between her lips.
Job to do, focus. Whoa. Whoa. Back on track.
Dart's spoiler shifted back. She hooked one elbow over the ladder rungs and leaned out towards the latch. Her fingers curled together; there was the soft rasping pop as her knife blade slid out. She used the knife to pry at the lever, she dug the tip of the blade into the curves and grooves, scraping and shaving out as much of the rust as she could.
A few minutes later, she tried again. This time it moved. Immediately Dart threw as much of her weight into it as possible; she shoved her foot against the rungs and pushed at the latch. Soon there was a deep grinding noise - and this time the hatchway opened, the ancient metal shrieking in complaint. She kept working at it until it was wide enough for them to get past, making sure he would have enough room for his wings- fliers didn't like narrow places with those. No more than she did.
After that, it was scrambling up to the third. That one was easy compared to the others.
Finally the fourth.
This one took a while; her knife wasn't entirely cutting it. Oh look, a knife joke. Good one, Dart. The courier chipped at the heavy layer of rust, turning her wrist to try to pare away the ruins time from the edges of the metal. "Come on, come on... just give," she begged the latch, not that it really cared. "Just open, will you?"
Starscream was a dour and silent presence beneath her.
He did not say a word as she chipped at the fourth hatch, merely observed. He had kept his distance, evidently taking little interest in her task beyond its distant objective. The red light from his blaster remained steady, casting faint illumination upwards for her to work with. Her shadow danced across the narrow walls as she worked.
Finally, when it seemed that her knife would dull itself against the layers of rust before paring it aside, he spoke.
"Stand down and get back from the hatch," he ordered. He lifted his blaster and dialled it back to a low setting. "I'll simply shoot the thing. It should jar the rusted mechanisms loose."
Braced awkwardly on the rusty, decaying ladder, Dart paused in mid-strike to stare down under her arm at Starscream.
Actually, the courier was staring down at the gun barrel.
"Stand down?" she echoed. Her knife slowly slid back into her arm, her spoiler lifted up, the tips shifting over her shoulders before she flattened them back and looked around. There wasn't much to see. A wall. A rusting ladder. Another wall. Back to the gun. Still there, still pointed up. Darnit.
Dart realized two things in a split second. One, that Starscream was in absolutely no mood to climb all the way down and then climb back up all over again. The second was that her options were rather limited as to where she'd get out of the way while standing on a rickety ancient escape ladder in a tight, confined tunnel.
"Er, sir, wait, um, wait a second, wait just- hold on, sir-" the femme stuttered, and found herself recoiling backwards. Somehow she managed to slide as far as she could against the one side of the ladder, her elbow through the rung.
She'd barely flattened herself clear when a shot hissed up through the dark. Their shadows flared in the sudden burst of crimson light. The red bolt lashed into the reluctant hatch, striking the mechanism. There was the stench of vaporized rust as it burnt away under the constricted power of the shot.
Before Starscream could tell her to check it, Dart was already moving to do so. She reached down and pushed it hard with her hand. Please give, please give, she didn't want another blast to go winging past her...
It did. It slid down with a shrieking grate of metal on metal. Dart felt it move and shoved down as hard as she could on it, and the fourth hatchway opened.
"Oh thank you, nice ship, good ship," Dart breathed and looked upward, and then shook herself slightly, her plating rattling.
"Good shot, sir," she mumbled politely. The courier automatically attempted a salute before she remembered that it was wise to keep both hands on the rungs at all time (worst Disneyland ride ever, ugh.) Then the lanky femme scrabbled up the ladder. Outside was good; outside fast was even better.
After another climb in darkness, the vertical shaft simply tore apart. The metal of the outer hull had warped and shredded outwards during the crash; now it exposed the dense bed of rock and compacted soil that had settled over the ship and buried it during the passage of thousands of years.
But the climb did not end there. Someone had continued blasting upwards, creating a chimney of rock that rose all the way to the surface. The night sky was dimly visible nearly one hundred feet overhead, stars glimmering above the tops of black pine trees.
Below her, Starscream gave an irritated huff.
"Ah, yes," he said. "That. When I first discovered the ship I realised, to my never ending dismay, that it lay buried under a layer of organic matter, surface soil, subsoil, and sedimentary rock. Accessing this hatch necessitated the use of judicious blasting. Keep going upwards. Check the crash site for any sign of human or Autobot patrols when you reach the surface, then wait for me. I'll show you the surrounding area, so that you might find it again without the aid of a ground bridge if you need to."
Dart tipped her chin upwards. Stars. Open space. Sky. The smell of fresh air, not stale and laden with eons of decay and rust. The courier took a deep draw of air into her intakes and tried to settle herself. Nothing else blocking the way. Nothing else between her and the forest.
She'd scrambled up the last section of the ladder, only to be met with the end of the rungs and sharp metal. Cautiously the courier turned her head and sniffed lightly; oily smoke stained a few of the places, and there were tiny falls of rock and soil. Some of it dislodged with the first hesitant touch of her hand; it slithered down the wall and back down towards the ship.
Immediately, Dart drew her hand back, not wanting to knock more dirt down on Starscream's frame as she listened.
"Oh..." she murmured in response.
More climbing. Her spoiler tipped back slightly, the tips splaying out and down. A short little puff of air curled out of the corner of her lips. The courier set her hand down, fingers digging for a handhold within the sides. More substrate shifted and rattled downwards, and she winced to herself.
"Keep going upwards, check the site, wait. Understood," she repeated, mostly to steady herself before she tested her weight and her grip. It held. A few moments later, she was scrabbling carefully upwards, making sure she had a firm handhold and a good place to put her toes. The idea of falling sent a bit of a rattle up her main relays and caused her spoiler to chatter.
Best not to, a little voice in her head mentioned. Yes, good plan. Great plan. Perfect plan, to be honest. Don't fall.
It was with relief that Dart finally made the top of the tunnel. Her chest scraped along the edge of the blast hole and this time her wince was obvious and accompanied by a flinch. She flattened her palms against a secure point and heaved herself slightly upwards. Her elbows locked, supporting a lot of her weight so that the deep wounds in her chest didn't rub into the soil. Eager to get away from that yawning pit beneath her, the courier started to shove off the edge, to lift herself up and out...
Before she froze, hesitating. Check the site.
Her spoiler pricked up and over her narrow shoulders and she sniffed at the air. Trees and sky and stone. Natural scents, something had passed this way a while back; goat perhaps. No, a deer; their scent glands were different. It had been browsing up here on the short twigs and brush among the stones. Nothing up here smelled of human or Cybertronian- well, nothing right here at the edge of the hole. She lifted her nose into the breeze and drew it in again. No. Still nothing.
A scrabble of lanky limbs and she heaved herself out onto the ridge. Once she had moved a few strides away from the edge, she stood upright and looked around her, attempting to get her bearings. Her weight shifted over her feet; the courier lifted her toe and nervously pawed at the dirt as she stared around her. Rock and stone, pine and ridge - forest silence. Nothing but the whirl of stars overhead, clear and bright.
As always, she wondered... which one is it, Cybertron?
Then again, she doubted you could see it. Not that she even knew what direction to look.
A shake of her plating, a soft rattle, and the courier turned to lope a perimeter around the crash site. She'd cross check, she'd make sure nothing was there, no human or mech. Once she had circled, she would come back and wait quietly for Starscream.
Starscream was evidently sick of climbing as well, because he lofted out of the ragged hole in the earth while Dart inspected the clearing. He touched down a short distance away and brushed dust from his arms, grumbling.
"A crude method of entry, but necessary under the circumstances," he said when she returned a moment later. He scowled at the hole. "Still, the trees ensure that it is not obvious from the ground, and that it is difficult to spot from the air. So make a careful note of this location. Create a waypoint and mark its coordinates if you must. There may come a time when you will need to return to this place in a hurry."
He glanced around them. They stood in the middle of a small clearing. Dark trees surrounded them, a dense thicket that extended for miles in all directions. Beneath their feet the uneven ground was hard and thin, scraped to rock in places. Dead needles carpeted the soil.
Only the creak of branches in the wind echoed through the clearing. Not even the dull rumble of distant traffic penetrated the forest.
Starscream listened, his optics thinned.
"There are two reasons why I brought you here," he growled. He held up a talon. "One, to imprint upon you its location. The Autobots actively root across the planet in search of our mining operations, digging and scraping like cyberhounds. Even the Nemesis must take precautions to avoid detection. And besides..."
He gave a mocking laugh. "The great Decepticon flagship may not always remain the secure and unassailable bastion that it is now. Ha! But this ship is known only to myself, and will provide you refuge should... circumstances require it. If I give you the order to seek shelter here you shall do so immediately, taking every precaution to ensure that you are not followed or your position traced by anyone, including Soundwave. And secondly..."
Starscream held up a second talon. He paused.
"Actually, the second reason is of little relevance at the moment. Is everything clear?"
Dart had loped a quiet short circle in the meantime, double checking that they were truly alone. She lingered a few places where the stone was brushed bare by wind. Once, she even stopped and crouched down and set her fingertips on the ground, tucking her legs under herself so that she could lower herself down and read the scents clinging to the earth better. No, nothing else here.
When Starscream landed out of the tunnel, she sniffed a few more places, and then lifted her head as he began to speak. Her spoiler pricked over her shoulders. Immediately she huffed out a soft snort out of her intakes to clear them and quickly scrambled back onto her feet. Even as she listened, she trotted to the Second in Command's shoulder and stopped quietly at attention just off of his left, tucking her hands at the small of her back.
"Yes sir," she murmured. Create a waypoint, she could do that. She looked around them, eyeing the ridges, the way the landscape turned at angles. Placement of trees and the clusters of them knowing that nothing here had been logged or disturbed by humans in a long long time. If at all. Which was exactly why it was so hard to spot from the air - er, not that she wanted to personally appreciate that, no thanks.
This ship had gone undiscovered, buried deep by ground and stone, plants taking root. Earth had a way of claiming back everything that fell on it.
There may come a time when...?
Dart glanced over at the angular grey mech, her spoiler lifting slightly. She shifted her weight over her heels, unsure and started to fidget before she finally set both hands down across the panniers on her hips. Her fingers curled over them as if to hold herself steady. No fidgeting.
Starscream did nothing without reason or purpose. Oh, others might have thought differently, but Dart respected this mech. He was cunning, he was shrewd. Dart was a creature of motion, of body language, and Starscream's could flare like the snap of his wings and the turn of his heel. Add a yowling counterpoint, and they became instantly exaggerated distractions though sometimes that rarely anyone seemed to notice.
He could be practically screaming in some cases, but have an undertone that was so, so subtle. The twist of his hand, a tip of his helm, watching, gauging responses to his behavior. Silently leading them on. Letting them think what they want, distraction tactics with words.
Dart understood that. Predators did that. It was as if catching a whiff of some far off scent. You went with the gut feeling, you changed your direction now and you didn't ignore it, or it just might mean you'd be dead.
Bringing her to this place, showing it to her, letting her know that no one else knew of it... and then telling her that she needed to keep this in mind for an escape route, talking about the Nemesis not being secure? That wasn't good. Not at all.
To the courier the Nemesis was a terrifying constant. It smelled of weapons and mechs and dangerous, terrible places and sometimes of injury and death. It penned you in, dark and cold, the maze of corridors pressing down on you.
Dart had only been up on it a few times. Mostly passing through during a bridge hop. The great ship had thrummed under her feet, the vibrations of the engines shivering a dangerous growl up her relays. It took all of her willpower not to panic every time she took a step, knowing they were up in the air and there was simply nowhere to run if things went sour.
Dart focused on that lifted talon. There was a minute flatten of her spoiler at one of his words and then it continued to fall, the tips lowering, tipped back and low.
The second talon curled up to match the first. She tipped up her chin and eyed him---
Starscream dropped whatever he was going to say. The thin strip of metal across her shoulders rattled softly, but she caught it and clamped it down across her back. No, she didn't ask what he was going to say. He didn't say it, and she left those things alone. They would be given if needed.
Dart's fingers curled slightly tighter over her panniers, as if she'd been given a message, a warning, and understood the dangers. Do not let this fall into the wrong hands. You have one shot at this. Don't screw it up, Dart. Can't screw this up. Or everything you've survived won't count for anything.
"Yes sir," she replied, lifting her hand to touch her burned sigil in respectful salute. "Totally, utterly clear. Cross my-- uh, I promise."
With another mech he might have pressed harder, insisted upon a strict code of confidentiality - issued threats to ensure secrecy was held. But this was the courier. If there was one among the Decepticon ranks he could trust with his orders, it was her. Even Knock Out had a habit of slithering out of commands if he thought it would serve his interests best.
Without a further word on the subject he angled his head upwards to warily scan the night sky. No sensor traces, no sign of another aircraft on radar. They were alone, surrounded by thousands of miles of empty forest. Good. Even standing in the open made him uneasy. It was time to go, to disappear.
"I'll be in contact soon," he said shortly. "For now, return to Pyrotech on foot. No need to rush. If he asks where you've been merely tell him I ordered you on a reconnaissance mission. And... inform him I may require your further services at a moment's notice. I will attempt to find a replacement for you if he needs one. I already have several candidates in mind."
Starscream chuckled darkly and leapt into flight.
In an instant he had folded into his jet mode and blasted for altitude, soaring vertically from the trees. In less than a minute he had vanished from sight among the stars. And Dart was alone, with the rocky clearing and the single dark hole descending into the earth.
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