Voice Testing, HO!

[one_shall_rise]

This was it. The end of his long journey, and the beginning of a new age for Cybertron. At last, his comrades would enjoy their reclaimed homeworld, without a war to plague them. It is all he could have wished for. His engines roar as he rushes towards the warm, soothing light of Well of All Sparks. He allows his eyes to drift shut as the light envelopes him. A feeling of ... oneness filled him. He could feel all of Cybertron, every vein of energon and shifting plate. He could see the tiny motes of light that were the sparks of his teammates.

And then ... he awoke. Where he was, or why he had awoken was lost to him. He only hopes that he had completed his task, and that fate had not intervened before his purpose could be fulfilled.

He looks down at his hand, curling his fingers one by one in to a fist, as if testing his body, unsure if this is real.

"Where am I?"