Night of the Hunter: Epilogue
Title: Night of the Hunter
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: T
Summary: Tigatron chased his prey through the jungle, wondering which side of him was the real killer: the animal or the robot. Part of the "Corsicon" series.
Night of the Hunter
Epilogue
Tigatron prowled through the forest, his feet light and silent. It would take a better tracker than most to find and follow his trail. Then again, Airazor actually was a better tracker than most. She kept up with him easily, flying high above his head. Despite the fact that she could not see him through the thick canopy, she managed to keep pace, turning as he turned, following every step of the way.
Tigatron led her out of the forest, where the thick jungle was suddenly cut off by a steep cliff. Here the foliage was more sparse, just a few scraggly plants clinging stubbornly to the fine grain sand. Airazor came to land beside him, transforming into her robot mode while Tigatron remained an animal. He gestured down at the valley below where a small tribe of ape-like creatures were scrounging for food.
"So these are the humans," Airazor mused as she watched them in amazement. "Look! They've already started to create tools."
She pointed to one of the creatures - an old female by the looks of it - who was using a long blade of grass to scoop up ants from a mound. Tigatron watched her face as she stood there, mesmerized by the sight. He felt a rush of affection for her then. She was just in love with this planet as he was.
"It's almost hard to believe that this is really Earth," she commented. "I hope we haven't done too much damage to the timeline."
"I worry about that as well," Tigatron replied."This war with the Predacons... it seems like the ones who always suffer the most are the organics, not us, not the Cybertronians. We have all this destructive power... I never understood why. Did we modify ourselves to be like this? Outfitting ourselves into war machines? Or were we already like this to begin with?"
"You don't really believe Primus built us to fight, do you?" She teased, nudging him gently.
He eyed her curiously. "Do you really believe in Primus?"
"I don't know, but if not Him then who else could have made us?" She gave him a hard, searching look then, as though trying to follow the dark path his thoughts had turned onto. "What is this about, Tigatron?"
"Do you remember when I was having those flashbacks?" He asked. After everything that had happened - Optimus dying, the quantum surge, the destruction of the second moon - it seemed like it had happened a lifetime ago. Rhinox had successfully removed the damaged memory tracks, but those brief glimpses he had seen would forever be with him.
"Of course."
"I don't know if you knew this, but I had been a Peacekeeper, before joining the Axalon. The term is a bit of an oxymoron; we were involved with fighting the Predacons. There never really was any 'peace' to 'keep'. There had been a Predacon revolt and I had been captured. The commander of the prison, a Predacon, told me that there is violence within all of us. Even me. This war has made me see just what exactly we are capable of, the depths we will go to in order to win... and I can't help but think he was right."
Airazor shrugged and looked back out into the valley below. "That's true, but it's the same for them." She nodded her head towards the proto-humans. "Organics will do whatever it takes to survive. So will we."
"I know. I know that I have to fight. Snowstalker's death taught me that. Still I can't help but think there's a better way."
Airazor sat down next to him, her pedes dangling off the ledge as she leaned up against him, her shoulder rubbing against his fur. "You let me know when you figure it out," she said. "Until then I'll be right here."
Fin
Previous
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: T
Summary: Tigatron chased his prey through the jungle, wondering which side of him was the real killer: the animal or the robot. Part of the "Corsicon" series.
Night of the Hunter
Epilogue
Tigatron prowled through the forest, his feet light and silent. It would take a better tracker than most to find and follow his trail. Then again, Airazor actually was a better tracker than most. She kept up with him easily, flying high above his head. Despite the fact that she could not see him through the thick canopy, she managed to keep pace, turning as he turned, following every step of the way.
Tigatron led her out of the forest, where the thick jungle was suddenly cut off by a steep cliff. Here the foliage was more sparse, just a few scraggly plants clinging stubbornly to the fine grain sand. Airazor came to land beside him, transforming into her robot mode while Tigatron remained an animal. He gestured down at the valley below where a small tribe of ape-like creatures were scrounging for food.
"So these are the humans," Airazor mused as she watched them in amazement. "Look! They've already started to create tools."
She pointed to one of the creatures - an old female by the looks of it - who was using a long blade of grass to scoop up ants from a mound. Tigatron watched her face as she stood there, mesmerized by the sight. He felt a rush of affection for her then. She was just in love with this planet as he was.
"It's almost hard to believe that this is really Earth," she commented. "I hope we haven't done too much damage to the timeline."
"I worry about that as well," Tigatron replied."This war with the Predacons... it seems like the ones who always suffer the most are the organics, not us, not the Cybertronians. We have all this destructive power... I never understood why. Did we modify ourselves to be like this? Outfitting ourselves into war machines? Or were we already like this to begin with?"
"You don't really believe Primus built us to fight, do you?" She teased, nudging him gently.
He eyed her curiously. "Do you really believe in Primus?"
"I don't know, but if not Him then who else could have made us?" She gave him a hard, searching look then, as though trying to follow the dark path his thoughts had turned onto. "What is this about, Tigatron?"
"Do you remember when I was having those flashbacks?" He asked. After everything that had happened - Optimus dying, the quantum surge, the destruction of the second moon - it seemed like it had happened a lifetime ago. Rhinox had successfully removed the damaged memory tracks, but those brief glimpses he had seen would forever be with him.
"Of course."
"I don't know if you knew this, but I had been a Peacekeeper, before joining the Axalon. The term is a bit of an oxymoron; we were involved with fighting the Predacons. There never really was any 'peace' to 'keep'. There had been a Predacon revolt and I had been captured. The commander of the prison, a Predacon, told me that there is violence within all of us. Even me. This war has made me see just what exactly we are capable of, the depths we will go to in order to win... and I can't help but think he was right."
Airazor shrugged and looked back out into the valley below. "That's true, but it's the same for them." She nodded her head towards the proto-humans. "Organics will do whatever it takes to survive. So will we."
"I know. I know that I have to fight. Snowstalker's death taught me that. Still I can't help but think there's a better way."
Airazor sat down next to him, her pedes dangling off the ledge as she leaned up against him, her shoulder rubbing against his fur. "You let me know when you figure it out," she said. "Until then I'll be right here."
Fin
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