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"I can't see anything in this slag - Skyfire! Where did you go? Can you hear me? Skyfire, answer me!"
He can't make out his own voice over the wind.
"Oh, smelt me slowly in a supernova - Skyfire! Answer my signal!"
His wings are heavy with ice.
"Skyfire, please!"
The air is saturated with particles, blocking all of his sensors, chipping away at hastily applied thermal paint.
"Sky - "
His joints are frozen shut, unable to rattle, unable to shiver.
"Skyfire…"
He can feel the energon moving through his lines as it crystallizes from the cold.
"Please…"
His spark slows its spin within his chassis, and his optics shutter close.
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They open back up when an organic creature tries to take a chunk out of an aileron.
The shriek of pain he lets out startles it back into its hole in the ground.
He jolts upright.
The air is clear. This planet's orbital star is shining bright above him. He can see for kilohics in every direction he turns.
The only thing left on this flat shelf of ice is him.
Alone.