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[midnightspook]

In the undersea Decepticon base known as Terradessa-1, room C-136 lies empty and still, like many other rooms along this corridor. The whole of the base is more deserted than inhabited, and this room, like it's neighbor C-135, though technically assigned, usually stands empty

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[stupidityinblue]

Someone has come back from a long, lingering visit to Cybertron. The mystery of his moved statue had perplexed and intrigued Duskwing for some time... possibly because he kept forgetting to actually investigate it. He would simply hover and stare at the shredded, dead image of himself and ponder, as if answers would somehow appear.

More and more, Duskwing feels out of place. Things have changed with bewildering rapidity; it's not really his Cybertron anymore. The Decepticons he's known are gone. A few are on Charr, but too many are just... gone. Gone on, gone ahead, where Duskwing dreads to go, still fearing the unknown

[midnightspook]

The black spirit looks up from where he's flopped gracelessly across a berth that he no longer needs - more an affectation, a retreat into the familiar than anything.

"Duskwing?" he replies, swinging up to a seated position. "Hey."

Although Duskwing provides a welcome distraction from thoughts that had been rapidly spiraling toward turmoil, it's not really the actual distraction that Blackstar eagerly greets. It's Duskwing. He's missed the other spirit.

It suddenly occurs to him that, despite having been visiting the Nexus, despite having been silently hovering amidst the living mechs of both Earth and Cybertron, that... he's been lonely. His self-imposed exile, not only from the Allspark, but from those living mechs he's been hiding from, had eaten at him. He'd always been something of a loner in life, but the touch of the Allspark had kindled - no, rekindled that need within him for interaction. For camaraderie

[stupidityinblue]

Duskwing stares at the other Decepticon blankly for a moment. "Oh, yeah. Nightcrawler and them went back." He lets his chin drop forward, shielding his optics from Blackstar's gaze.

"Nah, I guess I forgot to go find out," he says listlessly, his mind not really on the question. It's the previous question that's still bugging him.

[midnightspook]

"What? What is it?" Blackstar asks, concerned.