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There's an inferno in the Nexus. A plume of flame that descended from the sky burns fiercely, a dark shape forming within it. A humanoid figure forms, then details begin to emerge, transforming the silhouette into something distinctly not human. By the time the fire burns away, a charred but functioning Transformer is left behind, with one servo clenched into a fist, the other held tightly to an oversized flame thrower. It stands braced against the ground, staring up at the sky with wide, brightly lit optics.
Compound red optics flicker once, then once more, and the mech relaxes, taking in its surroundings. Surroundings that were familiar, but didn't quite match the reality it had just left.
"My Queen has killed me," Inferno murmurs, dropping down onto a conveniently placed rock. "I have given everything that I am to my colony, yet as the Royalty arose from the churning sea, riding victorious upon a Decepticon Warship, I was gunned down as if my existence was meaningless, consumed by the very fire that is a part of me. I do not understand why this has happened..."
Raising his servo to his face, the antbot examined the charred stubs of his digits, then lowered the servo once more, clutching it to his chest. Turning to the Nexus at large, he cants his head to the side and straightens out his shoulders, sitting tall and proud.
"Royalties of the Nexus! I ask you this; if a soldier becomes useless, whether it is because she has become damaged or there simply is nothing left for her to do, would you discard her? And to my fellow soldiers, is there ever a time to question the Royalty's orders? We are but pawns, it is true, and expendable by nature, and we should never cause our Queen to lose face, but... to be thrown so carelessly aside..."
"Can a Queen lose her sense of reason?"
Compound red optics flicker once, then once more, and the mech relaxes, taking in its surroundings. Surroundings that were familiar, but didn't quite match the reality it had just left.
"My Queen has killed me," Inferno murmurs, dropping down onto a conveniently placed rock. "I have given everything that I am to my colony, yet as the Royalty arose from the churning sea, riding victorious upon a Decepticon Warship, I was gunned down as if my existence was meaningless, consumed by the very fire that is a part of me. I do not understand why this has happened..."
Raising his servo to his face, the antbot examined the charred stubs of his digits, then lowered the servo once more, clutching it to his chest. Turning to the Nexus at large, he cants his head to the side and straightens out his shoulders, sitting tall and proud.
"Royalties of the Nexus! I ask you this; if a soldier becomes useless, whether it is because she has become damaged or there simply is nothing left for her to do, would you discard her? And to my fellow soldiers, is there ever a time to question the Royalty's orders? We are but pawns, it is true, and expendable by nature, and we should never cause our Queen to lose face, but... to be thrown so carelessly aside..."
"Can a Queen lose her sense of reason?"