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The faint hum of the abandoned station greeted him like an old ghost. Dust-laden air hung heavy in the room, particles dancing in the dim light of his optics.
It had been years since Prowl last set foot on Cybertron, the once-vibrant cities now reduced to hollowed ruins. He walked through the crumbling remains of the Iacon precinct with deliberate steps.
The familiar layout tugged at memories he spent gazing over reports and analyzing strategies.
A simpler time he didn't cherish enough.
Beneath the debris of what had once been his data terminal. A small datapad caught his eye. It's casing was dented but still intact. The insignia of the "Police Defense Command" was faintly etched into it's surface.
With a sense of cautious curiosity, Prowl reached down and picked it up.
As if in response to his touch, the device whirred faintly to life. A flicker of blue light illuminated the room as the screen began to boot up.
“User: Prowl
Last activity: 7,328 years ago.
Status: Archived.”
The datapad was his. The encrypted signature was unmistakable. A collection of private thoughts and observations that he thought were gone forever.
The temptation to discard it was immediate. What good could come from unearthing a past he'd never get back?
With a sigh.The encryption dissolved quickly, and the first entry blinked into view.