**[ Blackout: Shadow Eternity main hangar ]**

In a poorly lit section hangar bay, a massive MH-53J Pave Low helicopter loomed in the darkness, making it appear almost sinister. Of course, helicopters couldn’t be sinister, as they were merely machines. Of course, this one could be, as it was no mere “machine”. No, this was actually an ancient alien, one of immense power and strength. A living machine that had existed for far longer than any normal human could hope to live. A cybertronian warrior who had fought a war so vicious it poisoned their planet and doomed their race.

Blackout silently observed the goings on about the base using his advanced sensory systems. Although he was grateful for these people for bringing him back online, it didn’t mean he fully trusted them. No, it was unlikely the large Decepticon would trust anyone except his master, Lord Megatron. The powerful and just lord of the great Cybertronian Empire. The rightful possessor of the Allspark. Blackout soon realized he was reminiscing too much of his past leader. After all, the terrifying lord of Cybertron had been slain, his spark annihilated by the very power he sought to control.

The death of his leader had deeply hurt Blackout, down to his very spark, his soul. The leader he had sworn to follow to the bowels of the pit and back had been slain by a mere human. Of course, he only knew this because he had felt his master’s spark fade. He had already been defeated by that time, crippled by the humans and their missiles. Looking back, he should have let the Prime and Lord Megatron fight it out themselves. Trying to back up his leader was a mistake. He should have aided him by eliminating the humans and their annoying jets. He also should have terminated that *traitor* Starscream while he had the chance. Oh, he knew what the “loyal” second-in-command had done. He knew that Starscream was indeed among those fighters, unleashing his missiles at their leader in some deluded attempt to regain control of the Decepticons. He would love nothing more than to crush the life out of that annoying sycophant, to hear his pleas for mercy fade as the light faded from his optics. Perhaps he would have time for that later. For now, he owed a debt to the leader of this “Shadow Eternity”.

To be allied with non-cybertronians was a joke. Well, it was to most cybertronians. There were only two types of cybertronian personality that would even consider it. One was the Autobots, who felt that freedom was the right of all sentient beings. The other was like Starscream. The non-cybertronians were a means to an end. Nothing more than foolish gnats with the potential to be molded into an interesting tool for striking at one's enemies. However, he maintained third opinion. He didn’t particularly care about non-cybertronians, seeing them as lesser. However, that had changed. Now he knew that they shouldn’t be underestimated. Some had great power, while others did not. This “Shadow Eternity” was a good example of this. Their power had impressed him, for insects. To be able to repair him to a functional state was no small feat, and as such he had owed a debt. However, let it be known that once the debt was paid he had full intentions of wiping them all out. After all, Lord Megatron would not be pleased if he found out that one of his most loyal servants had worked with *organics*.