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Date Posted: 06:30:48 07/24/01 Tue
Author: FawnDoo
Subject: Unsure.
In reply to: Dark Star 's message, "For the first time in her life Dark Star felt shocked...and honored" on 19:13:55 07/23/01 Mon

Bloody hell.

The last thing he had seen, as he sawed at Ebonhawk's tether cable, was the warped plasma blast doors bowing slowly outwards. He was aware of Orion being nearby, and then.......what? Dimly he remembered Muldoon's impassioned cries across the comlink, telling him to get out of there now. Ebonhawk had said much the same thing.

Orion.......he cut through the cable.

FawnDoo didn't know what processor that thought came from, but there it was. Memory, as with a chain, was linked, and when one came so did others. He had powered up his wormhole generators as much as possible to try and escape the energon blast.

Did I succeed? Did I fail?

It was another moment before the next question occurred to him.

Am I dead?

It was not a thought that unduly bothered him. He knew, perhaps better than anyone else, that for him there would have to be a reckoning once he died. Too much had been done to allow him to simply die and shuffle off into oblivion.

I was badly damaged. he remembered, still robbed of any sensation of movement or perception of where he was. The fight with Powerline and the DeathRoBoGoŽs. The battle with the Paleguard before that. The search for Shaper. The vision that almost killed me.

FawnDoo knew he was not a young Transformer. Even beings as ageless as Cybertronians eventually succumbed to the ravages of time and entropy. Was his last memory, in actual fact, his last act?

At that point he noticed something. He was in a great deal of pain. What he could not decide upon was whether he was a sore, living Transformer or a sore, dead one.

Shaper, you had better be out there somewhere. Even if I'm dead, I swear to the pit I'll haunt the SPU till I find you.

Sorry for the long absence, folks. Normal (?) service should now be resumed. Apologies to all concerned.

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