Discussion in 'Transformers Fan Fiction' started by Irony, Nov 12, 2008.
This is my first Transformers fanfic ever. Hope you like it!
He was looking for life. The source of life. The chance to start again. The Allspark.
He knew they can start it again. They have to start again, there’s no other way. They can win the war. Once he found it.
He still hoped. He can still have his victory, he can still have his power. Since he didn’t give it up.
He didn’t quail. Whenever he was to give it up, he thought of his goals, and those were worth fighting for. Fot his goals and for his own self.
By the way, history’s written by the winners. After defeating those who caused his homeland’s destruction….! And the storytellers won’t lie much.
He was really satisfied with himself, his deeds, his results, his goals, his purposes. He didn’t feel any remorse – there was nothing to regret. Wrecking his homeland wasn’t his fault, but if he succeeds now, he could even help that.
One more reason to find the Allspark.
One thought of the others. If anything happens to him, how long will they last? How long will it take for his second-in-command to lead them straight into their doom? Or can they possibly make it without him?
He knew something for sure: that he can only count on himself. He kenned two things cannot be taken by force: help and mercy. He didn’t ever require any of these, life isn’t nice either.
He knew he will find the Cube. Possibly not here, but somewhere. This planet carried a life so different from what he had ever seen… it can’t be what he’s been looking for. However…
Having a closer look, there was so little metal on the surface. If the Allspark had arrived here, did this crappy material prove itself to be unworthy for life?
As he approached the surface, some strange, familiar feeling gave him strength and endurance. Hope. The metal deeply in the planet core was too hot and dense for any form, but it had transmitted the eradiation.
Got it. He could locate it. He felt it, the Cube was right there, on the other side of the planet, untouched, yet accessible.
Finally. The long searching and the former war now found their purpose. He winned the war, he winned the victory, he winned the Allspark.
He stored the data in every little component of his. He cannot be thrown off the scent, not this close. Not now.
He moved on the shortest way, above the North pole. He flew in the beautiful aurora polaris, not even considering it might be a danger. It, or anything else. He didn’t believe anything could stop him. He didn’t even realise that the planet’s metallic core, the very thing that had shown him the way, was now able to disturb his navigation, to pull him down, this close to the purpose.
When he hit the polar ice, his last thought was hope. As long as the Allspark exists, he won’t give up either….
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