Prowl onlined his azure optics and gaze up at the
ceiling. At first, everything appeared fuzzy and unfocused. But after several
tries of clearing his vision, things started to come in crystal clear. Within
the pitch darkness, he tries to get a sense of where he was and how he got here.
But after seriously thinking about, nothing came to mind. Eventually, he heard
some footsteps coming his way along with someone talking amongst himself.
“I better go check on him.”
Prowl instantly goes back to laying there in silence and unmoving just before
the elder Cybertronian enters the dark room. He gazes at the Autobot just laying
there and it appeared it has not moved since the elder left earlier.
“I thought that I could have sworn to hear some tapping noises. Well, I am
heading back to my recharge cycle.”
Just when the elder was about to leave, Prowl reactivated his optics and tilted
his head towards the elder. He could only gaze at the elder’s back in try to get
a sense if he knew this elderly gentleman or not. After a couple of astroseconds
go by of gazing at the elder’s backside, the elder sense that someone was
looking at him. He looked back to see that the Autobot was still laying there
with his face looking upward with no illumination coming from the Cybertronian's
optics. This causes the elder to scratch his helmet in confusion.
“That is odd…I could have sworn that he was looking at me.”
The elder turns on his heels and Prowl continues to play the little game with
the elder, which was confusing him even more. He thought of a way to trick the
strategist and end this silly game. The elder walks away from the Autobot to
flick the lights on. As the elder walked away, Prowl reactivated his azure
optics and glanced in the elder’s direction who he could clearly see now.
“Well, it looks like you are awake.”
“Indeed I am. But who are you?”
“There is no need to worry about who I am.”
The elder saw the Autobot’s tension levels increase, which was probably expected
due to the circumstances. He puts a reassuring hand on the Autobot’s arm in hope
to calm him down. But, the tension does not decrease.
“Calm down, Prowl….there is nothing to worry about, you are safe here.”
“Then why am I here?”
Prowl’s question only met silence while the elder thinks of a good way of
explaining things to strategist.
“Answer me, please I need to know.”
“What was the last thing that you remember?”
As he thinks about how to answer the elder’s question, he tries to get off of
the berth and stand on his servos. However, he ends up dropping to the ground in
an odd position. His memories begin rushing in his processor.
“The last thing that I remember was going to Earth on a shuttle on an Energon
run. Only to be furiously shot near my headlight.”
He glanced down at his headlights to see no damage near them but he was so sure
that he got hit by a nasty shot in 2005. He vaguely remembers the sound of metal
striking metal spun time up to normal speed. He felt the superheated plasma
drill through his chest armor into vital circuitry, essential internal fluids
and important systems were vaporized. He knows that a shot like that, straight
through the chest armor via the headlight into the primary Energon pump, was
always fatal. However, as he pressed a hand to his spark chamber, he could feel
the pulse of his spark echoing through the metal just beneath his chest plate.
All of this caused confusion within his processor. His voice came out as a
hoarse metallic whisper, so quiet even his sensitive audio receptors had trouble
catching it, but the elder heard it.
“I do not understand why I am alive when I should be dead?”
“That is a tough question to answer but somehow you were given a second chance
to live. “
Prowl looks into the elder’s optics as he lowers his body so that he is on level
ground with the Autobot Tactician.
“That is simply illogical..a second chance to live, that is unheard of. Once a
being is dead, they should stay dead, not come back to life.”
“Prowl, calm yourself down and cool those logic circuits of yours down. And
listen to what needs to be said.”
The strategist simply quietly nods and gazes at the elder Cybertronian as he
explains what has been happening on Cybertron and Earth after what happened
since the shuttle disaster.
“Prowl, I believe that answers to second chances are different for everybody,
and they come naturally over time.”
While the elder spoke, he placed a reassuring hand on Prowl’s shoulder. “If you
need to think about things for a bit, there is no need to rush you.”
With that the elder walks away to retreat to his personal quarters and leaving
the strategist right there. Prowl gently but slowly hoists himself back up onto
his servos so that he could walk out of his current location to do some thinking
and reflecting. Once he was outside, he found a place to lay and gaze up at the
Cybertronian sky in hope one of the glittering balls of fire would provide the
answers that he needs to get a sense of what has happened to him. Eventually, he
rolls over to his front side with his door-wings sticking up while he lays his
chin on his crossed arms. A few Energon tears form out of the corner of one of
his optics and rolls down his face-plate. He tries to keep himself calm while
his processor tries to get a gripe on what he was told.
Eventually, he falls into recharge in a secluded area after he pulls a makeshaft
blanket onto his back, which is considerably difficult to do with those doors on
his back. As he fell into recharge, he thought about his friends on the Ark crew
and wonder if any of them have survived after he was killed.
To Part 4
Created on September 6, 2010 Updated on September 6, 2010 cascadia2008@hotmail.com