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I came back on-line in stages. My entire body hurt, and I wasn’t even sure how much of my body remained. I did know one thing for certain, though – I was no longer aboard Lockdown’s ship.
I was drifting in space.
Internal repairs worked hard to restore functionality to my major systems, but it was a hopeless task. I’d lost too much energon. After a time, when I’d regained the use of one optic sensor, I switched the repairs off and put all remaining fuel into life support.
There was nothing around me. No rock, no planet, no ship. Of Lockdown, there was no trace. The blast should have destroyed his vessel, but if I had survived it was likely he had, too.
And if he lived, then the Knights might yet live. I wasn’t sure if I would ever know.
The stars were distant. I doubted I would ever reach them. It occurred to me that Skyblast could have helped me with my predicament. I had failed him.
I had failed everyone. Myself included.
I continued to drift. There was nothing else to do. Just drift, and contemplate my failure.
In time, I decided to power down and return to stasis lock. There was nothing I could do awake any more. And stasis lock held no torment, within or without.
That is my story. And I’m certain it is over. But perhaps fate has other plans for me. Maybe redemption is still out there, waiting.
Call me Snarl. It’s as good a name as any. And it’s all I have left.
The End