Nexus. A park. Desinex sees a ghost.
This... was not Earth.
Desinex scowled and looked around slowly, taking note of the strange landscape, the feel of the atmosphere, and the strange sounds. Her scans showed large concentrations of organic lifeforms, but they were all at a distance. "What the slagging #%#$%#$@&#$?"
"It's the Nexus," said a young female voice, as a sleek Seeker femme stepped out from between two trees and looked at her with curious ruby optics.
"And I'm supposed to know what that is?" Desinex snorted, but then blinked and whipped up her gun as she caught sight of the badge that the sky blue Transformer wore.
The other femme blinked as the bolt went right through her chest, then looked at the smoking tree behind her. "You can't kill me."
"You want a bet, traitor?" Desinex smirked. But then it faltered as she replayed what she'd just seen. "...Wait what?"
"I'm no traitor." The Seeker shook her head, her expression going from surprise to a trace of sadness. "I've been an Autobot since I got my shell. My female creator was Autobot."
"Fine, you're defective scum. How the slagging @$#%$#&@# did you phase through that shot???" Desinex's processor was working, and she didn't like the conclusion it came to. "Aren't you supposed to be getting your sainted rest in the Allspark? Singing with joy and basking in Primus' presence, and all that slag?"
The Seeker shrugged. "I've got work to do."
"Let the living Autoscum do it."
"There aren't any living Autobots where I come from."
Desinex paused, brightening. "So the Decepticons won, huh? Heh."
"No." The Seeker shook her head. "The Decepticons lost."
The sniper scowled. "Yeah right, how do you figure?"
"They're all dead, too. And my Autobot creator and I guard the Allspark."
"...." Desinex's rock solid cockiness was shaken as she grimaced and swore.
"The last ones left were my creators and me," said the Seeker softly, her gaze intent on the smaller femme's face. "My male creator had tracked the Allspark to the moon of a world called Earth, and we engaged him to keep him from getting it. The fight ended with my female creator and myself sitting on him and wrenching his spark from his chest. It was only afterward that we found our empty shells and realized that we'd both already been dead when he died."
Desinex would never admit it, but she felt a sneaking suspicion that her energon wasn't very stable in her tank at the moment.
"There are no Transformers left," the young ghost said earnestly. "And Cybertron is dead. No one won the war. And now it's all over."
Shaking her head, she turned away, vanishing as she did so as if her presence had only been a dream.
Desinex stared at the empty spot for a long time, her hand clenched so tightly on her gun that the grip dented.
Then she turned toward the concentrated life sign readings she'd detected, muttering about needing a drink.
Desinex scowled and looked around slowly, taking note of the strange landscape, the feel of the atmosphere, and the strange sounds. Her scans showed large concentrations of organic lifeforms, but they were all at a distance. "What the slagging #%#$%#$@&#$?"
"It's the Nexus," said a young female voice, as a sleek Seeker femme stepped out from between two trees and looked at her with curious ruby optics.
"And I'm supposed to know what that is?" Desinex snorted, but then blinked and whipped up her gun as she caught sight of the badge that the sky blue Transformer wore.
The other femme blinked as the bolt went right through her chest, then looked at the smoking tree behind her. "You can't kill me."
"You want a bet, traitor?" Desinex smirked. But then it faltered as she replayed what she'd just seen. "...Wait what?"
"I'm no traitor." The Seeker shook her head, her expression going from surprise to a trace of sadness. "I've been an Autobot since I got my shell. My female creator was Autobot."
"Fine, you're defective scum. How the slagging @$#%$#&@# did you phase through that shot???" Desinex's processor was working, and she didn't like the conclusion it came to. "Aren't you supposed to be getting your sainted rest in the Allspark? Singing with joy and basking in Primus' presence, and all that slag?"
The Seeker shrugged. "I've got work to do."
"Let the living Autoscum do it."
"There aren't any living Autobots where I come from."
Desinex paused, brightening. "So the Decepticons won, huh? Heh."
"No." The Seeker shook her head. "The Decepticons lost."
The sniper scowled. "Yeah right, how do you figure?"
"They're all dead, too. And my Autobot creator and I guard the Allspark."
"...." Desinex's rock solid cockiness was shaken as she grimaced and swore.
"The last ones left were my creators and me," said the Seeker softly, her gaze intent on the smaller femme's face. "My male creator had tracked the Allspark to the moon of a world called Earth, and we engaged him to keep him from getting it. The fight ended with my female creator and myself sitting on him and wrenching his spark from his chest. It was only afterward that we found our empty shells and realized that we'd both already been dead when he died."
Desinex would never admit it, but she felt a sneaking suspicion that her energon wasn't very stable in her tank at the moment.
"There are no Transformers left," the young ghost said earnestly. "And Cybertron is dead. No one won the war. And now it's all over."
Shaking her head, she turned away, vanishing as she did so as if her presence had only been a dream.
Desinex stared at the empty spot for a long time, her hand clenched so tightly on her gun that the grip dented.
Then she turned toward the concentrated life sign readings she'd detected, muttering about needing a drink.