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Gone.
There was such a finality to that one simple word, paired with one name that meant so very much to him. One simple name that meant the world to him. One short sentence that left him shattered:
Solarwind's gone.
He had ordered everyone out of the room the moment the news had been delivered, sinking down into the chair behind his desk once they had complied with his command. The only thought going through his processor was that his dear mate, with her laughing crimson optics and


Desperation: Part TwoIt wasn't as if he had never been to Vos before in his work as a Peacekeeper, he had been back and forth between the two seeker cities many times nor was it the first time he'd been talked into going to one of the flightless endurance races with his trine mates. It was, however, the first time that Smokescreen insisted on meeting the winners of the competition, and it was difficult to argue when there were no pressing matters to use as an excuse to get out of it.Desperation: Part Two
Which was how he found himself leaning against a pillar, watching in mild amusement as Smokescreen argued with the black-and-green member of the winning tr


Desperation: Part OneThe Decepticons were treading lightly, none of them wishing to become the focus of their leader's current fit of rage.Desperation: Part One
The last battle had seemed to be going so well; the Autobots had been slow to arrive, leaving plenty of time to gather a significant amount of energon for later purification. Megatron had been pleased with the spoils, seeing fit to (for once) ignore Starscream's whining complaints... which, actually, seemed to be part of an ongoing game between the leader and his elite seeker trine. Even after the Autobots arrived, there was little reason to think that everything would quickly go to the pit.
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