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Rodimus fully intended to die when he shot himself into orbit.
With no fuel, alone, and freezing. The end of the Cybertronian race.
Did he miss Shib? Yes. He missed her so much already. But he knew she was safer without him. Did he regret taking himself out and the last of the Cybertronians with him?
No. Not at all.
He knew the ones asleep were probably already dead. The ship had lost the power to keep fuel running through their systems a long while ago. There was no saving them. He weakly arose from where he was sitting, looking out the small window he had.
The planet was beautiful. It was covered in beautiful greens and soft blues and hot oranges that he wished he could've seen back on Cybertron.
The thought of it becoming a sickly gunmetal gray because of that pointless war sickened him.
His HUD flashed a warning angrily, his vision tinting red.
[WARNING: Fuel Capacity at 5%]
It buzzed relentlessly, Rodimus sighing.
“I know, I know.” He huffed to no one but himself as the warning faded.
He looked out the window again. 5% of fuel would give him one more day.
He stared at the spot where he knew Shib and her town was. He'd miss her.
Going to sit down and offlining his optics for what he thought was a final time, he got comfy and prepared for the end to come as he rested.
What he didn't see, however, was a bright, white swirl appearing along the ship’s path.