"It would be logical for you to rest well, dear youngling"
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(Nobody's PoV, time: Unknow)
A small Cybertronian femme, Armor like a bright galaxy and optics as bright as the Core of the planet itself, exposed wires everywhere the limit armor don't reach. Feathered Metal wings hanging from her Backstrucktur, bouncing whit every step she takes.
Movements seen from underneath her other wiring, slithering like the wires have a mind of there own, as she keeps walking, seemingly either unaware of the phenomenon or long used to it.
Her features are young and hight short. No Cybertronian would guess her to be any older then a youngling, not old enough to be out on her own.
She was lucky no other Lifeforms would a round for quite a bit, seeing as other Cybertronians where smart enough to avoid the seemingly untamable and deadly boundaries of the Cybertronian Arctic.
The soft crunch of the snow beneath the femmes pedes, accompanied by the howling of the frezzing winds, was the only sound around for listening Audios.
The young femme knew her destination, she knew what path to take, even if there wad no visible path to speak of, as the snow had a tendancy of covering any tracks and markings left.
Her step had a certain purpose to it, a pile of surprisingly none Frozen datapads held in her arms thightly yet gently.
The sky was dark in the night, yet she saw perfectly, relishing the silent solitude before she had to step pede into the dreadful crowds of one of Cybertrons largest Citys.
Iacon!
The place all higher casket bots lived, mostly filled whit cocky and arrogant Snobs in her opinion.
Though she was aware of the few good sparks still residing there, though few in numbers, more gentle and friendly then most.
She knew where to bring the datapads, seeing as the were a collection of old historical events.
The Iacon hall of records!
The place its self was quite large, with many bots working as archivists or libraries there. However the young femme was in search of one bot in particular.
Alpha Tryon.
He was an old friend of hers one might say, even though where meetings were a rarity, and held short whenever they did happen.
They were allways quite pleasant meeting when the femme had a stack of datapad in her arms.
The you femme prided herself less in the amount of socialising she tended to do, Which was close to being none at all, then in her note and information of the times past.
From the first officer announced Prime, to the evolution of all of Cybertrons citys and structures.
Thouse datapads had a tendancy to occupy the uper half of the pilea the young femme tended to carry over from the frozen regions cybertrons.
The second half being a collection of different things.
From Old Volkstales to ancient myths and fairytales, over to cryptic prophecies shrouded in secrecy and mystery.
She was proud of it, knowing that they will be safely kept for most optics to read in the hall of records.
The surprisingly soft crunching of snow continued with every step, every step bringing up thoughts.
Her mind was like an open void, every thought was Star, tiny but buzzing brightly with energy.
Every memory a different colour flouting in small or large clouds around said void, nothing ever standing still, nether to stop.
It was a maze for anybot unfortunate or foolish enough to attempt getting any valuable information out of it by force.
She was calm like the winds out here, having a slight distaste for the larger citys.
There was caves all around her, yet she did not stop in her step, having no interest in them at the moment.
The caves would just lead her down to primus core yet again, she had no need to cheek on him today.
Finally the light in the distance signalled that she was slowly making her was twords the city.
The let out a solum vent as her pedes now hit the metal grass and earth of the open fields surrounding iacon.
Now that she was out of the Tundra there was far more life, whit animals everywhere, and couples being seen walking back twords the lights of the city.
'Like moths to the light' she thought, as she watched the sun disappear behind the horizon.
She pulled a small badge out of her subspace as she made her way over to the gate, balancing the stacked datapads in one servo to hold it out to to the guard.
The guards scanned it in a bored fashion before the suddenly stiffened and bown, quickly letting the femme in with small apologies for the long wait.
She didn't react, she never did. She knew that a Prime given badge to access all city's was uncommon. Especially when it ment that no security checks would be preformed on you.
She was glad she had her badge, it would have been far to bothersome for the small femme otherwise.
Whit quick, yet silent and seemingly calculated steps the femme made her way through the by now much emptier streets.
She cut into an ally as it was one of the fastest ways to get around the city, even if it wasn't necessarily safe.
Just as she walked somebot grabbed her arm, pinning her up against the wall as the datapads scattered all over the ally floor.
She could smell the strong stench of High grade coming of the much larger mech holding her, clearly attempting to keep her there in his drunken state.
She wouldn't yell, she never had, instead...
She Starred...
Right into his spark!
With a final warning Massage popping up behind her optics, message clear as day.
DEFENCE INSTINCT PROTOCOL ACTIVATED!
A Loud and pained cry was heard for just a few clicks, before everything went silent.
In the ally lied the offline frame of the mech, spark chamber ripped out and missing, as well as some of his mesh and cable. Energon splattered over the ally walls and floor.
Over at the icon hall of records, Alpha Tryon is seen reading a datapad, to cubes of energon prepared at a table whit two seat's one cubes contents having a slight green shimmer under the dim lights.
A knock is heard around the room, the bearded bot, not older then a young adult getting up and opening the door.
Outside, the young femme. Covered from helm to pede in a Bright blue substance giving of a slight glow, datapads splattered with energon in her arms as she gives a weak smile, getting one back in return.
"Greetings, why don't you come in and get yourself cleaned up, Splitspark Prime!"
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