Chapter Text
Blackout’s optics started to dim as the ship entered the atmosphere. The entry angle was too steep, but he was fairly certain they shouldn’t have been able to get all the way out here. The decepticons had locked onto Starscream’s broadcast. Megatron was dead. That’s one less thing to worry about.
He couldn’t move, the beam through his torso made short work of that idea. Instead he let his optics dim, no longer fighting the death he had been fighting for so long. Forgive me, Optimus, I couldn’t make it back to you. The former gladiator stared as he watched flames slowly engulf the view glass, as warning sirens went off. They were going to burn up in the atmosphere. All he could think about was how he didn’t get to see his loved ones again as darkness engulfed him.