|vanilla twilight|

Ch. 1

"That which is unknown-"

"Welcome to Satellite City; the city of life- er, the long lost lights; similar to life for everything and everyone else, billions of light years away. Home of a special species of beings, Gaxitronians, or simpler put G-Bots. Welcome to a realm of peace."

• |That's what I thought, too, that it was all fun and games, a luminous, glowing, and happy world of dreams and daisy, a world of peace, something special. Really, all it is, is a living nightmare. A dreaded vicinity of parel, death. The land of broken fantasies. This is where I come from...

Gadget grunted, shifting and pushing herself into a sitting up position from where she lay in berth, glancing about her room; bare and simple, desk sat in the farthest right corner, berth near to the center where she sat placed against the back wall. Floor, walls, and ceiling colored a dark, dull grey. No shine to the colors whatsoever aside from the brightly lit chandelier hung high on the ceiling top, gold decorative hanging branches draped with lively blazing candles. Bright blue flames illuminating the somberly lit room.

She fiddled with her servos, rubbing her digits against her palms in a bored manner, optics dully shining like dying flames as she stared downward at her servos. Neck craned forward but only slightly.

Staring a moment longer, she forced herself to blink, turning slightly to grab her datapad off her nightstand. Holding it in her grasp, she then leaned back and let her frame relax before shifting into a more comfortable position. Now lounging on her berth, pedes elevated and one servo resting under her chinplate holding up her helm whilst the other was still grasping the tablet.

Well, don't think I've ever been this bored before, She thought, heaving a deep venting sigh as she glanced about her room again, optics clouded as if a haze of mist had engulfed them. As if her sight had ebbed away and all was unlit and dark as if she could see nothing to anything beyond her reach.

Was her life just withering away, from her reach?

The war, in general, all she had succored- not only one but two wars, the Great Predacon Overtake War against her own people and the Predacons so many years ago and the Great War for Cybertron, had both been put to an end. Hit a conclusion; everything did eventually sometime around, even life. What was the point of being around anymore?

::Illusion Prime, would ya mahnd meetin' me in thuh command center?:: Major's deep but highly feminine voice soon boomed over the comm unit, making Gadget shift. She thought of a simple reply, sighing as she pressed her digit to her audial.

::Uh, on my way!:: Gadget chimed, heaving herself into a sitting position, slipping her datapad into her subspace before going to stand. ::What, uh- what's the situation?:: She then decided to add in inquiry, receiving a hum from Major.

::Probem' at Outpost 2B. Thankfully, thuh rest awf thuh team's done down thair dealin' with thuh problem already:: She replied, old western accent thickly spilled into her words for the moment. As it had been for a while now anyway; always had been and no doubt always would be.

Gadget stopped in the doorway, then slowly proceeded to leave as she processed this. She had a fine fit idea of what this "problem" was. ::Shadows?::

Major heaved a sigh on her side of the comm, ::Likely so.::

::So, what you're getting at is that you're not entirely sure, or that you don't know?::