Flashback - Shipwreck Refuge - Closed
Aug 17, 2012 15:02:45 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2012 15:02:45 GMT -5
Another ship.
It could be good news, Flareup thought, cheerily refusing to consider the alternative. It could be Chromia.
There were eight other Cybertronians huddled in the dead ship with her, feeding off the ship's energon and the energon cache mined long ago. Contour hadn't died from lack of energon - as a ship, she'd flitted from system to system and planet to planet, resting until she'd mined enough energon to move on. Nor had she died from combat.
No, she'd just run out of parts.
It has been a long time since Contour died, a long time since Firestar had answered the distress signal and found Flareup uncommunicative in the wreckage and taken her away. She looked at the silver Autobot sigil painted under her Solus badge. It didn't seem that long since Chromia had taken her on as an apprentice. She'd come a long way since then. Grown a lot.
Chromia had told her to take the civilians and get out during the last battle. She'd done that and come back here, in that tiny overcrowded ship, because it was the only place she knew where to go. She'd wired the ships together, hooking the live ship into the dead one, because that way she could get some of Contour's systems running and it was almost like she was still alive that way.
There were alien colonists on the oily organic worlds in this system now. They hadn't been there when she'd left. Aliens were encroaching on Cybertronian territory from all sides now. They'd been left alone, on their barren gas giant moon with little atmosphere. But maybe that was changing.
The ship was out there. She might need to talk to them. That meant she needed to be able to talk. Focusing a long moment, she drew Reburn out of his stored memory core, planting his memories and a portion of her spark in one of her deployers.
Two was always better than one, where hive was concerned. Contour wasn't there anymore, but her communications and sensors were live, and Flare could hear them as clearly as ever. Under the circumstances, she couldn't get a good look at the intruder without giving her position away. She and Reburn flitted between functions awkwardly, trying to do with the two of them what was meant to be done by six. She was a little slow, with two.
She didn't fear, or despair. She had been told to protect these mechs, and she would do it, somehow.
Maybe it was Chromia, she thought brightly.
It could be good news, Flareup thought, cheerily refusing to consider the alternative. It could be Chromia.
There were eight other Cybertronians huddled in the dead ship with her, feeding off the ship's energon and the energon cache mined long ago. Contour hadn't died from lack of energon - as a ship, she'd flitted from system to system and planet to planet, resting until she'd mined enough energon to move on. Nor had she died from combat.
No, she'd just run out of parts.
It has been a long time since Contour died, a long time since Firestar had answered the distress signal and found Flareup uncommunicative in the wreckage and taken her away. She looked at the silver Autobot sigil painted under her Solus badge. It didn't seem that long since Chromia had taken her on as an apprentice. She'd come a long way since then. Grown a lot.
Chromia had told her to take the civilians and get out during the last battle. She'd done that and come back here, in that tiny overcrowded ship, because it was the only place she knew where to go. She'd wired the ships together, hooking the live ship into the dead one, because that way she could get some of Contour's systems running and it was almost like she was still alive that way.
There were alien colonists on the oily organic worlds in this system now. They hadn't been there when she'd left. Aliens were encroaching on Cybertronian territory from all sides now. They'd been left alone, on their barren gas giant moon with little atmosphere. But maybe that was changing.
The ship was out there. She might need to talk to them. That meant she needed to be able to talk. Focusing a long moment, she drew Reburn out of his stored memory core, planting his memories and a portion of her spark in one of her deployers.
Two was always better than one, where hive was concerned. Contour wasn't there anymore, but her communications and sensors were live, and Flare could hear them as clearly as ever. Under the circumstances, she couldn't get a good look at the intruder without giving her position away. She and Reburn flitted between functions awkwardly, trying to do with the two of them what was meant to be done by six. She was a little slow, with two.
She didn't fear, or despair. She had been told to protect these mechs, and she would do it, somehow.
Maybe it was Chromia, she thought brightly.