By the time the effects of Dirge’s weapon had worn off, Minerva didn’t know for how long she’d been driving or where she currently was.
She had no idea that Dirge was in possession of such a devastating weapon. During those breems, or was it mega-cycles? she didn’t know for sure, but she’d faced her worst fears over and over again, and it had almost driven her insane. It felt like it had been going on for an eternity.
She slowed down, exhausted. Her thought processors were overcharged and energy levels low. In the back of her mind, images of the horrors she’d suffered were dancing as a reminder of what had just transpired. They were less powerful this time, but still pained her and made her feel very uneasy.
A great sadness weighed on her spark, and even though she intellectually knew that none of the things she’d just experienced had actually taken place, she’d suffered it all in her mind like a bad dream. A bad dream where Cambreaker had been taken away from her in the most brutal way and her friends and allies had turned against her, easily finding her weak spots, aiming for them and striking repeatedly with no mercy.
Snapping out of her thoughts Minerva looks at her surroundings, not immediately identifying her whereabouts, but deeming it far away enough from Dirges base and Kaon to be relatively safe.
Abandoned buildings and debris were scattered across the area. Minerva knew she couldn’t allow herself to collapse out in the open, even though her body threatened to do so. She rolled in to a partly collapsed building, not even bothering to transform.
The place seemed safe enough and she desperately needed the rest. Turning off her comm. to reduce the risk of being tracked by Decepticons, she then slips into a temporary stasis lock for internal repairs and recovery.
Gone but not forgotten - Menasor