by *Silverblade » Wed Jul 25, 2007 8:32 pm
Blitzwing's Team/Killzone ~ Outer Polyhex Perimeter
Blitzwing stared at the corpse of a fallen decepticon, Crushed beyond identification all seve for the emblem on one wing. He nodded as Ruination answered him.
"Possibly, I hope we aren't out here for nothing."
Blitz could feel the big warrior’s frustration, lifting his gaze the triplechanger strode ahead. Confident in Rampage’s sniffing the mech followed a strange feeling he had, leaving the two to rummage through the cold aftermath. He climbed the remains of a devastated weapons system in a few strides his purple hued body disappearing behind the wreck. What met his optics caused a flare of anger. Upon the ground lay a young decepticon foot soldier, on he had helped during the battle. Ripping the downed mach apart was a rusting decrepit scavenger the dull glow of its energon-starved eyes paused to look at the purple commando. Its haggard body frozen with indecision, Blitzwing made the choice for it. He fired hitting the thing in the chest knocking it backwards. With deadly precise steps Blitz approached the scavenger, it whined and garbled writhing on the ground. Blitz reached down taking its head in the palm of his hand, and with a sickening crunch, crushed the thing’s cranium. He stood watching as the body convulsed then lay still. Silently he turned to look at the fallen soldier. The young con was beyond repair, wires and fluids were everywhere. A faint flicker pulsed from the mech’s optics. Somehow the soldier was able to speak but Blitz could not see how, as most of his body was ravaged, puddles of fluid stained the ground and random sparks leaped haphazardly from his joints.
“Blitzwing, sir, Please …. Please, end my suffering.”
Blitzwing looked in the direction of Ruination and Rampage for a moment. This soldier was asking for mercy, was this something Blitzwing could give? His two fellows could not see him from beyond the damaged surrounding junk piles. He looked back down at the mech, laser aimed at his open chest directly over his spark.
“May the glory of the Decepticons be yours and your memory live on in our victories.”
A shot of magenta light left the tip of Blitzwing’s weapon. The young mech’s suffering had ended.
Blitzwing turned away, walking slowly back to his team. As he came into view he quickly hid the mixed emotions that had come with what he had done. He decided he would report Breakaway’s death when he returned. He stopped suddenly, as a voice picked up on his auds.
“Do you two hear that?”
It sounded like the Corrupticons.