Dear Onyx Prime, I'd like to hear about you for a change. Tell us your favorite memory, would you? Please?
I do find it hard to deny a request from one who asks so politely. Farsight recalls memories of my earliest days, as a freshforged faun—sparring with Prima, good-natured contests of claw against sword; my first drinking contest with Alchemist, mediating a debate between Vector and Trion, undergoing spiritual journeys with Micronus to find my place in the cosmic balance.
Predator remembers my many voyages among the stars. I have taken in the sight of a triple sunrise on Ys’devian, scaled towering rock faces on Dabola, and hunted for prey on a moonlit night beneath silent auroras upon the rainbow glaciers of Shanrigia IV.
Mournsong remembers the passage of each spark as it wends its way to infinity—and while the loss of a single Cybertronian is a loss upon us all, I joyfully remember those rare occasions when I glimpse the return of a Spark from the afterlife, conveyed to the living world so that a life may begin anew.
