Final Farewell
Title: Final Farewell
Verse: TFA, AUish
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Gyroscope (OC), Alpha Trion
Word Count: 684
Warnings: None
Summary: Cybertron is still young and Gyroscope's duties must be fulfilled.
Notes: Another little drabble for an OC of mine. I love this guy cause he acts so young and innocent even though he's really old~ OC Profile Found Here.
“Do you know why you were created, young one?”
“Because Primus has bestowed life upon me,” Gyroscope replied softly, speaking the words that had been deeply ingrained in him since his awakening.
Alpha Trion vented softly, folding his arms across the bare desk in front of him. He didn’t disguise the flash of disappointment and slight annoyance that crossed his face. “Yes, but no.”
The smaller mech’s wings, fragile little appendages, flicked on his back. “What do you mean?”
“Primus has granted our young species with life, but you, Gyroscope, were built for a specific purpose.”
Gyro sat up in his chair, his golden optics flashing in surprise. He’d been told that before, but in his short time functioning, no one had told him why. “What is my purpose?” he asked.
Alpha Trion regarded him silently for a moment, looking almost amused by the innocent question. “Our kind is very young, only a little older than yourself,” he began.
Gyro’s plating flared, feeling a swell of pride at his place in Cybertronian history, brief as it still was.
“We know only of ourselves and our home. All other knowledge is sheer speculation.”
“Well yes, but outside of Cybertron, everything is so vast! It is too much to expect us to know more so soon!” Gyro piped up then, face alight with excitement.
Alpha Trioon’s optics flickered in contained surprise before a slow smile spread across his face. “The universe is vast?”
Gyro ducked his head, suddenly sheepish, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Well I… Took some measurements, using some of the instruments built into my systems…” he murmured. “And the space between Cybertron and our second moon is two times Cybertron’s length. Then from here to the nearest star is more than 7 million Cybertronian lengths!”
“That is vast…” Alpha Trion murmured. “Your mission may take longer than originally planned.”
“Mission?” Gyro squeaked.
“Your mission is your purpose,” Alpha Trion clarified with a smile. “You were built to expand our knowledge of the universe and its inner workings.”
Gyro smiled brightly at his words. Since his awakening, he’d found himself with a near insatiable curiosity for the world around him. A chance to examine the universe more fully with express permission from his superiors… It was almost too good to be true.
“Specifically, you will explore the universe, collecting knowledge of anything and everything you can find,” Alpha Trion continued. “You will return when you feel your research must come to a close.”
Gyro’s wings twitched, his excitement fading slightly. A frown pulled at his face as he stared at the mech in front of him. “But… Sir…” he said softly. “A research mission of that scale would take me off planet for thousands, millions of stellar cycles!”
Alpha Trion’s smile, soft and comforting, never left his face. “Yes, I understand that.”
“But… I will be alone and away from my home…” Gyro said quietly, looking conflicted. He did want this project… But did he really want to do it at the cost of companionship?
“It is something you will grow used to, should you accept this mission,” Alpha Trion told him lightly. Despite the comforting words, the smile faded slightly, his optics boring fiercely into Gyroscope’s.
The message was clear. He didn’t have a choice.
“I-I accept,” Gyro said after a moment, lowering his optics to his lap. “And I will perform my duties to the best of my abilities…”
“I would expect nothing less from one with your capacity for knowledge,” the larger mech replied, the smile returning. “We will await your return here on Cybertron.”
When it came time for his final departure, a deep depression had settled on Gyroscope’s spark.
Only Alpha Trion stood with him on the empty expanse of metal that served for a runway. No friends had come to see him off. He had simply not been functional long enough to make any.
Alpha Trion gave him a curt nod. “Good luck.”
Gyroscope gave no response. Optics dim, he transformed and took off from the surface, saying a silent goodbye to his home planet.
Verse: TFA, AUish
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Gyroscope (OC), Alpha Trion
Word Count: 684
Warnings: None
Summary: Cybertron is still young and Gyroscope's duties must be fulfilled.
Notes: Another little drabble for an OC of mine. I love this guy cause he acts so young and innocent even though he's really old~ OC Profile Found Here.
“Do you know why you were created, young one?”
“Because Primus has bestowed life upon me,” Gyroscope replied softly, speaking the words that had been deeply ingrained in him since his awakening.
Alpha Trion vented softly, folding his arms across the bare desk in front of him. He didn’t disguise the flash of disappointment and slight annoyance that crossed his face. “Yes, but no.”
The smaller mech’s wings, fragile little appendages, flicked on his back. “What do you mean?”
“Primus has granted our young species with life, but you, Gyroscope, were built for a specific purpose.”
Gyro sat up in his chair, his golden optics flashing in surprise. He’d been told that before, but in his short time functioning, no one had told him why. “What is my purpose?” he asked.
Alpha Trion regarded him silently for a moment, looking almost amused by the innocent question. “Our kind is very young, only a little older than yourself,” he began.
Gyro’s plating flared, feeling a swell of pride at his place in Cybertronian history, brief as it still was.
“We know only of ourselves and our home. All other knowledge is sheer speculation.”
“Well yes, but outside of Cybertron, everything is so vast! It is too much to expect us to know more so soon!” Gyro piped up then, face alight with excitement.
Alpha Trioon’s optics flickered in contained surprise before a slow smile spread across his face. “The universe is vast?”
Gyro ducked his head, suddenly sheepish, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Well I… Took some measurements, using some of the instruments built into my systems…” he murmured. “And the space between Cybertron and our second moon is two times Cybertron’s length. Then from here to the nearest star is more than 7 million Cybertronian lengths!”
“That is vast…” Alpha Trion murmured. “Your mission may take longer than originally planned.”
“Mission?” Gyro squeaked.
“Your mission is your purpose,” Alpha Trion clarified with a smile. “You were built to expand our knowledge of the universe and its inner workings.”
Gyro smiled brightly at his words. Since his awakening, he’d found himself with a near insatiable curiosity for the world around him. A chance to examine the universe more fully with express permission from his superiors… It was almost too good to be true.
“Specifically, you will explore the universe, collecting knowledge of anything and everything you can find,” Alpha Trion continued. “You will return when you feel your research must come to a close.”
Gyro’s wings twitched, his excitement fading slightly. A frown pulled at his face as he stared at the mech in front of him. “But… Sir…” he said softly. “A research mission of that scale would take me off planet for thousands, millions of stellar cycles!”
Alpha Trion’s smile, soft and comforting, never left his face. “Yes, I understand that.”
“But… I will be alone and away from my home…” Gyro said quietly, looking conflicted. He did want this project… But did he really want to do it at the cost of companionship?
“It is something you will grow used to, should you accept this mission,” Alpha Trion told him lightly. Despite the comforting words, the smile faded slightly, his optics boring fiercely into Gyroscope’s.
The message was clear. He didn’t have a choice.
“I-I accept,” Gyro said after a moment, lowering his optics to his lap. “And I will perform my duties to the best of my abilities…”
“I would expect nothing less from one with your capacity for knowledge,” the larger mech replied, the smile returning. “We will await your return here on Cybertron.”
When it came time for his final departure, a deep depression had settled on Gyroscope’s spark.
Only Alpha Trion stood with him on the empty expanse of metal that served for a runway. No friends had come to see him off. He had simply not been functional long enough to make any.
Alpha Trion gave him a curt nod. “Good luck.”
Gyroscope gave no response. Optics dim, he transformed and took off from the surface, saying a silent goodbye to his home planet.