The starseeker's optics lit up as a familiar voice transmitted to him... -- SBR: Nova*Beacon

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Date Posted: 22:30:46 08/14/01 Tue
Author: Ebonhawk
Subject: The starseeker's optics lit up as a familiar voice transmitted to him...
In reply to: Ebonhawk 's message, ""Awright!"" on 11:50:16 08/13/01 Mon

"Mercado to Ebonhawk. Respond."
"Merc! Where the shock are ya? I was about ta start scouring auxilliary hangers for you..."
"friend-Rana is with Mercado and...others. Mercado no longer aboard NOVA*Beacon."
"No longer--? What are you slagging talking about?! Where are you?"

Ebonhawk gave his friends on the bridge a befuddled shrug as a moment passed for Mercado to answer. The Decepticon had suffered firsthand when WR@NA controlled Starbase Rugby, and though he and his partner were among the few present at the WR@'s defeat, witnessing his transformation back to a frail mortal, Mercado had placed a good deal of faith in Rana. Ebonhawk couldn't understand why, knowing what they knew. As always, he was greatly suspicious...

"Safe. Where Mercado is is safe. Continue to stay with Darkstar and FawnDoo, find Sinker and LEGOman. Catch up to you when done we are will Mercado."
"Done with what? Merc, don't trust that guy!! I don't care what you say, or what he says, it could all still be one big shockin' WR@ lie! Don't ya remember what he did back at Rugby when he was one of them? When he was LEADING them for Pit's sake?! He's driving a wedge between us like before!"
"Did he? Perhaps intent that was, but result completely opposite. All these years did Ebonhawk blame himself for Mercado's speech, for damage caused when binary-bonded. Forced you to face it did he, even as Mercado faced demons of his mother and brother. In the end, the experience made a stronger team of both."
"Exactly...there's ain't no shockin' 'i' in team, kid! Lemme help ya! Whatever it is, we'll face it together!"
"Fork in the road, Ebonhawk. Once more we have separate paths. Mercado cannot allow his to be any more important than Ebonhawk's. Road will join up again, Ebonhawk..."
"Merc, who else is there? I'm not kiddin', you better..."
"Mercado out."
"SHOOOOOOCK!!!"

As the transmission went dead Ebonhawk pounded his fist into his palm in frustration. He hadn't even time to triangulate the signal, but the connection was too distant and faint to have originated on the NOVA*Beacon. Wherever Mercado was, he was on his own.

"Shock. First Sinker, an' now Merc...AGAIN. Why do I keep losin' my friends?"

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