Post by Asterial on Jun 4, 2012 10:13:54 GMT -8
March 2nd, 2025 10:00 PM, Somewhere in the West
It was a large cliff that Asterial was parked on in her car form. The night was clear and the stars were splashed across the darkened sky. The moon shining upon the earth to allow for but shadows but no darkness. It was not a pitch black night, and she was happy about that. She was alone here, and in her solitude. It was something she loved but hated at the same time. Asterial transformed and moved closer to the edge of the cliff. She then shifted, lowering herself into a sitting position and letting her legs hang over the side as her blue optics lifted up to gaze at the stars above. She wondered just how many were distant planets, and how many were simply balls of gas. She wondered if one of them was even Cybertron, her old home that had been stripped of it's former glory.
A pain twisted her spark as she thought of it. Her mother, father, and sister were buried back on Cybertron and here she was, probably many, many, many light years away from them all. Immediately, she began to try to dismiss her thoughts as she looked around her, taking in the beauty of the planet itself. Soon, it too could be stripped of it's glory, just like Cybertron. It was why she still fought against the Decepticons. It was why she still believed in the Autobot cause. She knew, or assumed, it was why the other Autobots did as well. Aster knew she did not want to see this place fall any more than the others did and she would lay down her spark if it meant that this planet and all of its inhabitants would survive.