Post by Jazzman Crothers on Mar 10, 2013 2:53:11 GMT -5
At the edge of the wastelands stands a figure. From his back a strong pair of wings hang. His arms and hands show evidence of strength and his weapon, a sword that lays by his side, displays the marks of the many battles it's owner has been through.
But for all the strength and power this Cybertronian has, he feels none of it. His will has left him as he stands at the sites of the grave markings of each of his former friends. Those he consider brothers in arms, gone as they had lost their lives in battle. Their sparks all returned to the void.
The warrior is not alone. From the darkness comes another.
A hand is placed on the shoulder of the warrior and a voice is heard, delivering words of wisdom meant to comfort. "I know this is hard Hawk, but we must carry on. They sacrificed their lives for what they believed in. And trust me, it was for a good cause."
"How many more Master?" Asked the warrior. "I know this is only the beginning of the war. But already the price is too high."
"Indeed. However fear not. Our friends are at peace as their sparks have returned to Primus. No matter the outcome of the up and coming conflict, we shall all be one. Until that day, we shall do what we must."
"Liberate Cybertron and spread the word of Primus to his children." Replied Hawk.
Yes we shall. Now come, more and more slaves are escaping each day. We must ensure they find safety."
As the one referred to as Master turns to leave, the warrior Hawk asks a question. "Master, do you plan on taking more students?"
"I sense that you disagree with the possibility that I may."
"I do not question your wisdom. However, it would seem that no matter how many well trained warriors we can produce, the Quintessons will strike us down each time. Perhaps a better strategy is in order."
"Fear not Hawk. The Quintessons underestimate the Cybertronian. They have yet to understand our true nature. The very reason why Primus created us in the first place. Once that power is found within us, nothing can precent us from freeing our planet. No Quintesson death machine can stop that strength. Now, we must go. But remember, our friends are still with us."
Hawk watched as his master began to make his way forward into the darkness where he has appeared from. With one finally look, Hawk looked over the graves and bowed down on one knee. "I swear my fellow Blademasters. Those you have fallen in battle, I promise to make every Quintesson fear your name and your deeds. I shall never allow another comrade to fall in battle before I. Your actions shall echo through out the galaxy and become the story of legends for all Cybertronians to remember. For it was you who took the first vital steps in freeing our home from the grip of this vicious tyranny. My Primus bless your sparks and receive them."
And with that, Hawk rose and took to the darkness to join his master for their next mission in to he most dangerous slave camp on Cybertron; Draconia.
But for all the strength and power this Cybertronian has, he feels none of it. His will has left him as he stands at the sites of the grave markings of each of his former friends. Those he consider brothers in arms, gone as they had lost their lives in battle. Their sparks all returned to the void.
The warrior is not alone. From the darkness comes another.
A hand is placed on the shoulder of the warrior and a voice is heard, delivering words of wisdom meant to comfort. "I know this is hard Hawk, but we must carry on. They sacrificed their lives for what they believed in. And trust me, it was for a good cause."
"How many more Master?" Asked the warrior. "I know this is only the beginning of the war. But already the price is too high."
"Indeed. However fear not. Our friends are at peace as their sparks have returned to Primus. No matter the outcome of the up and coming conflict, we shall all be one. Until that day, we shall do what we must."
"Liberate Cybertron and spread the word of Primus to his children." Replied Hawk.
Yes we shall. Now come, more and more slaves are escaping each day. We must ensure they find safety."
As the one referred to as Master turns to leave, the warrior Hawk asks a question. "Master, do you plan on taking more students?"
"I sense that you disagree with the possibility that I may."
"I do not question your wisdom. However, it would seem that no matter how many well trained warriors we can produce, the Quintessons will strike us down each time. Perhaps a better strategy is in order."
"Fear not Hawk. The Quintessons underestimate the Cybertronian. They have yet to understand our true nature. The very reason why Primus created us in the first place. Once that power is found within us, nothing can precent us from freeing our planet. No Quintesson death machine can stop that strength. Now, we must go. But remember, our friends are still with us."
Hawk watched as his master began to make his way forward into the darkness where he has appeared from. With one finally look, Hawk looked over the graves and bowed down on one knee. "I swear my fellow Blademasters. Those you have fallen in battle, I promise to make every Quintesson fear your name and your deeds. I shall never allow another comrade to fall in battle before I. Your actions shall echo through out the galaxy and become the story of legends for all Cybertronians to remember. For it was you who took the first vital steps in freeing our home from the grip of this vicious tyranny. My Primus bless your sparks and receive them."
And with that, Hawk rose and took to the darkness to join his master for their next mission in to he most dangerous slave camp on Cybertron; Draconia.