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)
Lying on the soft ground and staring up into the endless lilac sky, while only the quiet chirping of insects disturbed her peace... somehow this sensation felt true enough to let the femme relax, and anchor her to this very moment.
Even if the Sun's bottom only reached the horizon moments ago, a few early stars were already visible up in the darkening sky, appearing like scattered energonshards in the distance and bringing a cold gush of wind with them, running through every cable, gear, and fuel line inside her body, letting her mind to clear from the raging emotions inside her Spark.
With her wings spread out underneath her, Darkwing's digits mindlessly caressed the scratchmarks on her chassis that she had caused not long ago, optics aimlessly wandering over the view in front of her while her frame slowly got rid of the earlier pain, leaving only a helpful numbness behind.
Still, she felt something lurking deep inside her Spark... something that felt heavy and uncomfortable, foreign and dark, but burning just enough to let her feel the result of it run through her whole body with each sparkbeat.
'It may have been only some lingering effect from the injuries.' She thought to herself, but even her own thoughts couldn't convince her entirely.
But this moment felt nice enough to keep these doubts hushed.
No rushing steps around, no endless whirring and buzzing from all the machines or from the engines of the ship, no bots to bump into at every second... She almost forgot how good it felt to just be alone in a quiet place, locking out the constant impulses that came with the fury of war and fighting, and be a steady point even for a short time.
It was only she, the darkening sky, and the sound of the rustling grass as it got blown by small gusts of wind.
Her right servo slowly slipped away from her chassis, reaching up toward the sky above as if she would be able to reach through the stars towards Cybertron, while the last rays of the sunset painted over her purple armor with golden lights, widening her optics with silent amazement as she admired the play of colorful lights on her frame.
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Megatron may have been right to let her stay out for a little bit longer.
Although she still didn't understand most of his reasons, her leader was wise enough to see the pressure the constant surveillance and crowding bots put on her mind, and because of this, she felt a deep gratitude toward the mech, one that was bigger than what could have been explained by simple words.
Darkwing honestly believed that Megatron's true power could break this planet in half.
She trusted him more than anyone else, followed him through countless battles and through spilled energon, and if he ordered her, she would have turned the galaxy into the endless chaos of flames and screams without a single question. It was true devotion, so much deeper and completely distinct from what she had with her old Master.
