A depressed, 'I have lost everything' OC whose father is a warlord whom snorted purple crystal to get power, trying to get through life without get herself killed.
I recycle the OC from 'Remembering You' fic (which who knows when I'll finish) becaus...
Zy dragged herself down the silent hallway of a evacuated base, the nearest she could locate. From helm to pedes, bloody injured. Grunting is faster movement made when she's supposed to slow down.
"That fragging botleg..." At least she could done a big mess on that Seeker too.
With a servo on the thick metallic wall, digits as if digging on it, seeking for support. Another arm wrapped around her abdominal region, which the part of armour literally ripped out.
The blue Autobot reaches a room. The broken automatic with a gap was forced open with the very energy the femme had. Inside was an empty workplace. No building pieces or rusted mess, instead just scattered work data pads on the floor. They all must have left in hurry.
Zy dropped herself on a space in between a desk and corner wall, with a relieved and exhausted sigh. Back and helm leaned against the wall as she looked up to the dim lighten ceiling.
Engine feels hot, need to cool down.
She took off her battle mask and retracted her visor. Venting deep as soon the cover left her faceplate. Could feel the engine gearing slower now.
For hours she spent in the room to rest. Tended her injuries with a first-aid she found. Zy also would brought a smaller pack of first-aid anywhere. It is an advice-turn-to-demand from medics ever since she always came back with any wounds possible.
Ratchet was the first to comment about her reckless behaviour. "You're going to be catching a nova if you keep this up." Zy still could remember the medical officer's words, brought a smile and a chuckle to herself reminded how grumpy he was.
"Ratchet..." The little smile fallen the moment she's reminded. "...Wonder where you are now."
Now that she feels better, Zy brought herself back to her pedes in attempt to search the abandoned base.
There's really no bots in there. Few computers and devices still activated, forgotten because of the hurry. She searches every room, seeing and founding anything. Until she entered a bigger space. The main control panel. Mostly equipped with monitors and hardwares. It's no big or much like at the headquarters, but it is still.
Zy was interested on checking the radio. Since she haven't got a single word from any Autobots for like forever, thinking of giving it a try on a monitored radio crossed her processor.
So she went over, tapped on the buttons 'til the thing activated. But just the femme about to speak, other voice speak through the speakers. A message, from... Optimus?
"This is Optimus Prime. To all surviving autobots who hear this message, I ask you to join me in a remote corner of the galaxy, on a small planet rich with energon."
Zy listen closely, though surprised, she's glad the message reached her eventually. It happens the recording was sent about days ago, explained why she saw less and less Autobots. Hopefully, this unknown small planet is where they went, hopefully...
"I have reason to believe this world will soon to become a new target of Decepticon conquest. Our team is small but strong. Join me at these coordinates, so that we might plan our resistance. Safe journeys."
The bot leaned forward to the console, servos supporting her weight, as she listens to the message until the end. Her optics, blue sclera embedded a pair of white circulars irides, stares lightly upon the dusty console.
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"So, this is your reason. I would like to hear how you elaborate this." She let out a, rather fake, amused huff.
No, she does not think it as a coward act if it is the Prime's decision. Even how much she respected her leader, questions floating the back of her processor forcing their way out. She wouldn't care to ask the mech all of it.
"I do understand how important Cybertron is to all of us. Our home is healing, evacuating is a wise choice to let it rest." The words were recalled, pulling the bot from any deeper thoughts. Words from the Core, he says.
Zy stood straight from leaning, taking in the coordinate given by the Prime before turning off the monitor. The battle mask was taken out from the subspace, reattached it back. Visor going down as well, hiding the optics beneath a dark cover.
