Darkwing, mostly known as the Shadow of Kaon would do everything for the Decepticon's cause. But who is she really loyal to? Her Lord? Her Commander? Her Master? Maybe her love is even bigger than her loyalty.
(The full TFP story with my OC)
Compared to Iacon, or any of the so-called city-states across Cybertron, Kaon was an extremely different place.
Instead of shining, high buildings, here the living areas of the bots seemed to blur into one giant mess, houses built on top of each other without any regard to safety, streets and bridges totally randomly placed across the chaos, with the whole place swarming with loud bots like the middle of an Insecticon hive.
And maybe the usually high level of noise was the reason why the shouting of a smaller group of bots was completely disregarded as an ordinary occurrence as they ran across one of the crowded streets, trying to keep up with the smaller femme in front of them.
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"Get her already!" Yelled angrily one of the bigger mechs, pushing through the packed street with all his might to be able to keep up with the others. "We will get good money if we sell her parts!"
"I call dibs on her left optic!" Said one of the others as he jumped through some debris on the ground, trying to keep his still functional optic on the small flash of purple ahead, while the other just swung around out of its socket from the fast movements, only connected to the body by a few thin cables.
They were part traffickers, bots who hunted other, usually later forged and less roughened bots, to kidnap them and take them apart, either keeping the parts to themselves to help on their own state by it, or selling the pieces one by one to others who similarly needed them. And it seemed like that even the femme's attempt to make her frame less attractive to the traffickers by smudging some oil and dirt on it was not enough in this case to keep their attention away from her.
In the last few months, while she was looking for her Master and the other servants all across the planet, she ran into similar bots many times. In bigger cities, it was easier to spot them with their darkened frame and never fully complete bodies, but those only rarely followed middle or low caste bots, appearing to like bigger bots better, and they never looked in the smaller, glitched femme's way more than one time.
But Kaon was different.
Since the day she arrived here, she could feel the never-invited glances of these bots, always following her wherever she went, like they would try to calculate how much of her body would be salvageable, and how big their profit would be after selling all those parts. These bots disgusted her, making her underdeveloped wings do small twitches from time to time as she caught a glimpse of one of them, but deep down, she knew that she couldn't leave this place. Not without finding the others.
Her steps were swift while she dodged around in the crowd, avoiding obstacles and slipping under bigger bots to gain an advantage against her pursuers, never stopping, never slowing, like her life would have depended on it.
Because it probably did.
She imagined the saws that would cut her to pieces, taking out every useful part and leaving no trace of her on the planet, and this quickened her pace enough to let her finally leave the overcrowded street, turning into one of the back alleys between two bigger buildings.
