Post by Solsabre on May 28, 2011 20:37:31 GMT -5
The Final Charge – Part 3
Part Three
Emerging from the dark and deserted hall, Dreadheart approached his trusted lieutenant from behind, briefly startling him from his surveillance. Triblade’s gaze fell upon the wrapped up bundle Dreadheart carried almost reverently in his arms. Wide red optics met those of his commander’s narrowed ones, refusing Triblade’s silent inquiry.
“Let’s go,” Dreadheart stated quickly before the red and gray mech could vocal his question about the object.
Triblade nodded his head in acknowledgement, obediently following his leader through the abandoned base to hidden hallways familiar only to Dreadheart. Several minutes later, the two of them passed outside to the outer wall. Slipping among the shadows to avoid the scanners of an Autobot Patrol, the two Decepticons headed back to familiar territory.
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Autobot patrol at Dark Mount
Ultra Magnus
Springer
Kup
Trailbreaker
Mirage
Blaster
Blurr
Kup and Springer catch up to Triblade at the edge of an abandoned territory. Triblade makes no move against them and simply asks them to leave. Springer wonders why they are just standing around and demands that Triblade to explain what they are doing.
Instead Kup raises his hand to calm Springer and tells him they’re not going to do anything. Springer gives a demanding “Why?” Kup explains that Dreadheart is giving the dead a long over due burial and goodbye. He reflects back to the slaughter that saved Iacon so long ago.
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Positioned on a high ridge, Ultra Magnus watched as Dreadheart methodically and purposely erected a funeral pyre in the open ground of a long abandoned fortress.
For a long time, the City Commander stood there, still as a statue. His mind a whirlwind of activity, he reflected back upon the gruesome battle that claimed so many lives, a memory so clear, it seemed like it happened yesterday. He focused his attention back on the scene below him with a single stray thought. Perhaps it was not all for vain…
Ultra Magnus turned away from the solemn ceremony.
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Dreadheart stood before a fiery pyre in silence with his hands clasped behind his back. He stared blankly ahead; his mind in turmoil at the memory of Megatron displaying the head of his mentor before the Decepticon masses and hatred boiling for butchering of the bodies of these proud Decepticon warriors, who deserved a burial of full honors. Bringing himself to the present, he focused back to the quiet crackling of a modest fire burning the remains of the first and only Halicon Commander. No honor guard would escort the body across the parade grounds, nor there rows of warriors holding banners and weapons high, as well as die-cast drums resounding in the air. Only a single warrior was the honor guard with the silence as his witness.
Steps are heard on the ground, jerking Dreadheart’s attention to the source behind him. Ultra Magnus steps forth from the shadows to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Deacon Commander. Their optics briefly meet and Dreadheart nods his head in silent thanks for standing watch with him in silent vigil till the fire died out.
6 Million Years Ago
Kup shoved the body of a dead Decepticon aside as he and others searched for survivors of the Halicon Guard in the fluid-soaked piles decorating the battlefield. He received a message briefly over his comlink from Prowl stating the search was being called off since no one was found alive after hours of searching. Brushing past one pile of such corpses, a dented, Energon-drenched hand latches on to the old Autobot’s leg. Kup reached down and pulled the mech free from the wreckage.
“Hey, are you alright?” Kup yells frantically looking over the ruined blue, red, and white figure for damage. “Whas’s ya name?”
Red optics flickered dimly beneath a cracker visor and spoke softly in a cracked and raspy voice, “mm-Ma..g..nus…”
Strained from energon loss, the figure’s optics blacken and enter into stasis lock.
Part Three
Emerging from the dark and deserted hall, Dreadheart approached his trusted lieutenant from behind, briefly startling him from his surveillance. Triblade’s gaze fell upon the wrapped up bundle Dreadheart carried almost reverently in his arms. Wide red optics met those of his commander’s narrowed ones, refusing Triblade’s silent inquiry.
“Let’s go,” Dreadheart stated quickly before the red and gray mech could vocal his question about the object.
Triblade nodded his head in acknowledgement, obediently following his leader through the abandoned base to hidden hallways familiar only to Dreadheart. Several minutes later, the two of them passed outside to the outer wall. Slipping among the shadows to avoid the scanners of an Autobot Patrol, the two Decepticons headed back to familiar territory.
****
Autobot patrol at Dark Mount
Ultra Magnus
Springer
Kup
Trailbreaker
Mirage
Blaster
Blurr
Kup and Springer catch up to Triblade at the edge of an abandoned territory. Triblade makes no move against them and simply asks them to leave. Springer wonders why they are just standing around and demands that Triblade to explain what they are doing.
Instead Kup raises his hand to calm Springer and tells him they’re not going to do anything. Springer gives a demanding “Why?” Kup explains that Dreadheart is giving the dead a long over due burial and goodbye. He reflects back to the slaughter that saved Iacon so long ago.
*************
Positioned on a high ridge, Ultra Magnus watched as Dreadheart methodically and purposely erected a funeral pyre in the open ground of a long abandoned fortress.
For a long time, the City Commander stood there, still as a statue. His mind a whirlwind of activity, he reflected back upon the gruesome battle that claimed so many lives, a memory so clear, it seemed like it happened yesterday. He focused his attention back on the scene below him with a single stray thought. Perhaps it was not all for vain…
Ultra Magnus turned away from the solemn ceremony.
******************
Dreadheart stood before a fiery pyre in silence with his hands clasped behind his back. He stared blankly ahead; his mind in turmoil at the memory of Megatron displaying the head of his mentor before the Decepticon masses and hatred boiling for butchering of the bodies of these proud Decepticon warriors, who deserved a burial of full honors. Bringing himself to the present, he focused back to the quiet crackling of a modest fire burning the remains of the first and only Halicon Commander. No honor guard would escort the body across the parade grounds, nor there rows of warriors holding banners and weapons high, as well as die-cast drums resounding in the air. Only a single warrior was the honor guard with the silence as his witness.
Steps are heard on the ground, jerking Dreadheart’s attention to the source behind him. Ultra Magnus steps forth from the shadows to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Deacon Commander. Their optics briefly meet and Dreadheart nods his head in silent thanks for standing watch with him in silent vigil till the fire died out.
6 Million Years Ago
Kup shoved the body of a dead Decepticon aside as he and others searched for survivors of the Halicon Guard in the fluid-soaked piles decorating the battlefield. He received a message briefly over his comlink from Prowl stating the search was being called off since no one was found alive after hours of searching. Brushing past one pile of such corpses, a dented, Energon-drenched hand latches on to the old Autobot’s leg. Kup reached down and pulled the mech free from the wreckage.
“Hey, are you alright?” Kup yells frantically looking over the ruined blue, red, and white figure for damage. “Whas’s ya name?”
Red optics flickered dimly beneath a cracker visor and spoke softly in a cracked and raspy voice, “mm-Ma..g..nus…”
Strained from energon loss, the figure’s optics blacken and enter into stasis lock.