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I can see you brother.
Be glad you can no longer feel me; the thin veil between life and death, dimension and dimension, that separates us is a blessing to you. However, do not be so foolish to believe that the connection we share can be so easily broken. Even if it is clouded we are still one, and we always will be.
Can you feel the touch of Unicron inside you? If I still had the ability to, I would apologize for the inevitable corruption of your spark, but all that is left in me is anger. That thirst for revenge you feel, yes it is yours, but I fuel it with my own animosity, making it a force so powerful not even you can fight it. Can you not see it, brother? You are transforming, becoming like me. And you always said I was the hotheaded one….
Perhaps you were right. What you fail to realize though, despite all of your intelligence, is that we are two-halves of a whole. Even if I was more temperamental than you, what lurks inside me also lurks inside you. The anger I had the confidence to express is nestled deep inside your spark, and there will come a time when it will burst free from its prison and consume you, just as it has me. Why don't you see it coming? All you have to do is open your optics a little.
For now you may be able to hide behind that flimsy armor of yours. Honor is what you call it. I myself was the most loyal of Megatron's followers while I lived, but the Blood of Unicron that now flows through my lines has taught me something. Honor and loyalty mean little, brother. Even if you cling to it like a life-raft, in the end you will only be left with anger too.
I eagerly await the day you will join me. I'm only half-a-thing right now, with my twin still living and forbidden the Well of Allsparks for being an abomination of Unicron. But once you cross over into my world, then our sparks will be reunited once more, and our combined fury will be so hot it will burn for eternity. However, for now I will remain a parasite that fuels instead of drains you.
But while I have your audio, I feel the need to admit something. In life, I did keep a secret from you. On occasion you sensed my unease, but I always blamed it on my anger at the mine owners who enslaved us.
I lied.
No, I cannot hate you, brother. We are too close for that. But even then some deep part of me was jealous of you. Even though we were made of the same metal, the same spark, the same core being, out of sheer dumb luck you always got the better end of the bargain. Just look. While I've been turned into some hideous monster, you are still thriving. Not only are you thriving, but you are second-in-command of the Decepticons. Who would have dreamed?
When we were first sparked, you were trained to be an explosives expert while I was assigned common labor. What differentiated us? Nothing at all. Primus merely smiled upon you that day. If the fates had been different, you very well could have been the one eternally walking in circles like I am now. I think that's where my anger started, why I turned out to be the more temperamental of the two of us. For no good reason, you were always better. Even when we left behind the mines and the caste system, you outshone me. The first to find his designation, the first to kill in battle, the first to achieve respectable rank among the Decepticons. The others wouldn't even look to me for advice because they feared my anger might get in the way.
But I loved you. How could I not? I cannot now because I am incapable of such emotions, but then….
None of it matters anymore. Embrace the anger, Dreadwing. Become one with me once more.
Be glad you can no longer feel me; the thin veil between life and death, dimension and dimension, that separates us is a blessing to you. However, do not be so foolish to believe that the connection we share can be so easily broken. Even if it is clouded we are still one, and we always will be.
Can you feel the touch of Unicron inside you? If I still had the ability to, I would apologize for the inevitable corruption of your spark, but all that is left in me is anger. That thirst for revenge you feel, yes it is yours, but I fuel it with my own animosity, making it a force so powerful not even you can fight it. Can you not see it, brother? You are transforming, becoming like me. And you always said I was the hotheaded one….
Perhaps you were right. What you fail to realize though, despite all of your intelligence, is that we are two-halves of a whole. Even if I was more temperamental than you, what lurks inside me also lurks inside you. The anger I had the confidence to express is nestled deep inside your spark, and there will come a time when it will burst free from its prison and consume you, just as it has me. Why don't you see it coming? All you have to do is open your optics a little.
For now you may be able to hide behind that flimsy armor of yours. Honor is what you call it. I myself was the most loyal of Megatron's followers while I lived, but the Blood of Unicron that now flows through my lines has taught me something. Honor and loyalty mean little, brother. Even if you cling to it like a life-raft, in the end you will only be left with anger too.
I eagerly await the day you will join me. I'm only half-a-thing right now, with my twin still living and forbidden the Well of Allsparks for being an abomination of Unicron. But once you cross over into my world, then our sparks will be reunited once more, and our combined fury will be so hot it will burn for eternity. However, for now I will remain a parasite that fuels instead of drains you.
But while I have your audio, I feel the need to admit something. In life, I did keep a secret from you. On occasion you sensed my unease, but I always blamed it on my anger at the mine owners who enslaved us.
I lied.
No, I cannot hate you, brother. We are too close for that. But even then some deep part of me was jealous of you. Even though we were made of the same metal, the same spark, the same core being, out of sheer dumb luck you always got the better end of the bargain. Just look. While I've been turned into some hideous monster, you are still thriving. Not only are you thriving, but you are second-in-command of the Decepticons. Who would have dreamed?
When we were first sparked, you were trained to be an explosives expert while I was assigned common labor. What differentiated us? Nothing at all. Primus merely smiled upon you that day. If the fates had been different, you very well could have been the one eternally walking in circles like I am now. I think that's where my anger started, why I turned out to be the more temperamental of the two of us. For no good reason, you were always better. Even when we left behind the mines and the caste system, you outshone me. The first to find his designation, the first to kill in battle, the first to achieve respectable rank among the Decepticons. The others wouldn't even look to me for advice because they feared my anger might get in the way.
But I loved you. How could I not? I cannot now because I am incapable of such emotions, but then….
None of it matters anymore. Embrace the anger, Dreadwing. Become one with me once more.
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This is what I imagined Skyquake would say to Dreadwing if he could speak to him one more time. It's also got some of my own theories in the mix there, like as to why Dreadwing's thirst for revenge is so powerful (other than the obvious they were sparktwins and were really dang close). But, mainly, it's me taking the opportunity to characterize Skyquake a bit, since he didn't get much air time and I want to shape him a little more in my head. I hope you enjoy~
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Transformers: Prime, Skyquake, and Dreadwing belong to Hasbro
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Wow, this is simpl beautiful 