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In the undersea Decepticon base known as Terradessa-1, room C-136 lies empty and still, like many other rooms along this corridor. The whole of the base is more deserted than inhabited, and this room, like it's neighbor C-135, though technically assigned, usually stands empty
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Unlike Starscream, Duskwing is not a pacer. He's quite happy to remain still most of the time; it's a mark of how upset he is that he restlessly walks to and fro.
He stops suddenly and stares angrily at Blackstar. "Because then it would be over!"
He drops his angry gaze to the floor again. "I never was no good for nothing but fighting, and not so good at following orders, so I never did much. Never was nobody to speak of. Stupidity in Blue, that's me, and that statue is the only thing about me that anyone remembers."
"I got stuck here 'cause I didn't know I was dead, but even after I knew better..." Duskwing looks imploringly at Blackstar. "I don't want it to be over yet. I don't want to have been nobody and done nothing, have cared about nothin', and no one cared about me. I want there to be something more!"
His voice is raw with anguish, but there's something more, something Duskwing the Decepticon warrior can't admit, not even to himself.
He is afraid.
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"I don't want it to be over yet."
Blackstar understands all too well, in his own way.
"You rated getting assigned to Megatron's own command, you know. Damn few mechs were ever good enough to earn that. I never did. I got booted out to a punishment outpost in the middle of nowhere, where they don't even remember the mechs out there who are still alive, let alone dumb saps like me that got themselves slagged," Blackstar replies quietly. It's not an attempt to distract or "one-up" Duskwing's tragedy; he's trying to show Duskwing that he's worth more than he's given himself credit for.
"And... maybe I never knew you when we were alive, but... The Commander never knew who I was when I was alive. He knows me now. It... it means something to me. The Commander knew who you were then, so you're more than a statue, Duskwing. And you have friends. Now, I mean."
"There's more to Duskwing than 'Stupidity in Blue'. You're more than that. Just ask that squishy kid you helped out. Just ask the Commander. Ask Frostbite. I bet they remember Duskwing. I know I do."
He isn't very good at this sort of thing, even on a good day. He doesn't know how to tell Duskwing - his friend - that the other spirit does have at least one other being who cares about him. Not without just out and out saying it, but that's Just Not Done. Damndable Decepticon pride.
He's conquered it once already today. He can do it again.
"You think no one cares? That you've got no friends?" He sighs and hunches in on himself a little, staring down at the floor.
"I got myself in real bad trouble not too long ago, Dusky. Real Bad," he offers, wings held stiffly as the memory of that day at Auspex's temple threatens to intrude. "I couldn't call you for help, though. I wanted to. I couldn't, though. I didn't know if he was still there or not, and if he was... he'd have hurt you. Real bad. I didn't want to risk calling you into a trap." He sighs.
"There is more, though," he continues, looking up again. "It's not like you just, you know... end once you get there. If you did, then you've been here talking to a figment of your imagination this whole time. I was there. I left; I came back because this is where I wanted to be. But I'm glad I went there in the first place."
Now it's Blackstar's turn to rise and pace a little, frenetic energy driving him to restlessness.
"I can't explain it. It can't be explained. Everyone's there. You become them, they become you, but you're still yourself, only... only you're never alone again. You never have to be alone again. It's always there, always singing, always waiting for you, even when you're away." The words are rapid-fire as he turns to meet Duskwing's optics, and there's something all at once terrible and glorious in his gaze.
"There is more... only I'm not very good at explaining it."
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"Wasn't exactly posted to the Nemesis because I was that good," Duskwing says, scowling. There's embarrassment shading his voice, and he doesn't meet Blackstar's gaze.
"The Autobots launched before everything was quite ready, see, so Megatron had to grab whoever was available to fill out the crew, right then," he says. "That was one crazy-aft launch--they hadda pump fuel and run supplies in and finish bolting parts on and get troops on board all at once, stuff you don't do 'cause it ain't slaggin' safe, but there wasn't no time to do it right, 'cause Prime had already launched the Ark..."
"Was amazing luck somebody didn't drop a spanner and spark off all the rocket fuel!" Duskwing shakes his head. "Would have been a lousy way to end the war--Megatron and all of us goin' BOOM 'cause Scavenger dropped a spanner or somethin'."
"So my unit had been pulled back to the shipyard for refitting after the last attack on Iacon, and I was all refitted already, and right there, so I got drafted. And that is how I ended up flyin' on the Nemesis." Duskwing's wings droop a bit more. "Megatron didn't actually know me from Maccadam, to tell the truth. I don't usually admit that, though."
Duskwing looks up as Blackstar talks about friends, and then the Allspark. Something brightens a tiny bit in those spectral optics; he regards Blackstar wistfully.
"I don't know how to get there," he says forlornly... but somewhere in the depths of his spark, there's just the faintest hint of hope.
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Perhaps it's the natural solidarity inspired by sharing the same relative state, however, he has come to think of the other spirit as his friend. Duskwing's depression pulls at him, all but demanding to be rectified. Blackstar is certain that he could show Duskwing the way, he just isn't sure he could resist returning there himself.
He knows this loneliness, though, in his own way, and it... it hurts to see Duskwing like this.
// Commander? Are you busy? //
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He's silent for a moment as he tries to organize his thoughts. Duskwing won't thank him for giving too much away, he guesses, but some xplanation is due, and Blackstar didn't trust anyone else either to understand this, or... well, to just trust them.
// Duskwing needs a guide, I think. He's... drifting. //
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( And what is happening in the long silences at Starscream's end? That will be recounted elsewhere )
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// Look, you've got Skyfire and the Decepticons to look after. I've got Strata, // he observes, trusting that Skyfire would have passed on the night's events from his own perspective. // He's got a statue of his own slagged shell named "Stupidity in Blue". And it may be a pain in the aft most of the time, but we've still got the Allspark. //
// He's lonely and he's drifting, Commander, and I don't know if I'm strong enough to show him the way. Not without help. // Maybe not even with help, but wingmates shouldn't leave their own behind.
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( And Starscream looks over at Skyfire with an expression of both regret and longing, for what he must do is going to grieve the shuttle immensely... unless Skyfire can believe.
Skyfire. His vocalizer is still under repairs, but not that other voice no mortal force can touch.
The strained tone of his spectral voice catches Skyfire's attention immediately; he steps over from his computer and looks down at Starscream, concern in his face. "What's wrong?"
Take care of me, Skyfire. I'll be back--I promise you that! I have to go for a bit; the Air Commander is needed; duty and more calls.
Blue optics widen; "Starscream! No!"--but it is already too late as an empty shell collapses to the berth.)
The spectral form of Starscream steps out of the ether in C-136; Blackstar's compartment has a full trine now.
I'm here! Skyfire is going to have seven kinds of fit over what I just pulled, though.
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"Commander?" Still, there's that hint of hope in his voice.
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I'll apologize to him for calling you away when everything's sorted.
"I called him. I thought he could help," Blackstar replies simply.
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He feels the fear constricting Duskwing's will, holding him back--Starscream knows that fear too well. It was his, once upon a time. Fear of ending, fear of everything being done and over, fear of his life's efforts wasted in a futile flight to oblivion.
In losing that fear, and everything it drove, all the lesser fears, and the anger at everything that thwarted him from staving off that oblivion--
It changed him. Irrevocably and drastically. Many of the Decepticons he fought beside would not recognize him now. They'd wonder who dared to re-program the infamous red and blue Seeker. Starscream would not know this Air Commander.
"You are correct. I can help. Duskwing... you've been away a long time. I know the way. Are you ready?"
Megatron would lock up a CPU if he saw me like this! When did I get so responsible? ....I am the Air Commander. I lead.
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Which is why he bites back a swift protest as he turns to regard Starscream.
Commander... I know the way, too, and you're stronger than I am. You don't leave the weakest part as your anchor, and Skyfire won't thank me if... if I call you away to there.
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"What do I need to do to be ready?" he asks suspiciously. He stares at Blackstar--what's the black Seeker getting all tense about?
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This is not like calling the air command to assist; there is no anchor, just a journey--a journey we have both made before. Duskwing should have made it on his own, but he got stuck and went astray. Someone has to lead him back. I am Air Commander; it's my job to lead. He gives Blackstar a wry smirk. Besides, I promised Skyfire I'd be back.
When Duskwing finally turns his head to see why Starscream is so silent, Starscream tells him, "Not much. Just pay attention."
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There was the soft, somewhat confused voice of Jet, who had just found himself in one of the halls of the Undersea base and who was currently staring at one of the ventilation ducts that quivered as something skittered through and then shook as something bigger gave chase.
The Allspark needed to give him some… y’know, instructions when he got called out. Doing things on the wing was all well and good but the young Seeker would appreciate a little guidance once in a while.
//Is there anything you need me to do for you, sir?// Jet wandered towards the grouping of spirits, intently looking out for anything that could be amiss and explain why he was summoned to this place. //The Allspark’s telling me that there’s someone here that needs a hand.//
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