
HOW COLD THE NIGHT -- CHAPTER ONE: DERELICTIONHOW COLD THE NIGHT -- CHAPTER ONE: DERELICTION by *Trecathlus
© December 2003 Rikard Bakke
Embellishments added February & March 2013
Like a vanishing candle, the Cybertron skyline glowed faintly against the near-eternal night. Tiny shafts of pale light, high up in the many towers that still pointed hopefully toward the deep blue, fought to penetrate the darkness while feeble energy pulsations, gathered in the nether regions, struggled to sustain life. Though the ability of this once thriving world to cling to its diminishing crumbs of power was admirable, it was fiercely clear to its inhabitants that the hunt for sustenance was still essential if the place they knew as home was to endure.
The indefin

HOW COLD THE NIGHT -- CHAPTER TWO: PREPARATIONHOW COLD THE NIGHT -- CHAPTER TWO: PREPARATION by *Trecathlus
© December 2004 Rikard Bakke
Embellishments added February & March 2013
A satellite shot into the atmosphere, its destiny as unclear as the fumes evaporating in its wake. However, few destinations had been as definite as that of the most diminutive yet most hardwearing exploratory vessel ever developed on Cybertron.
Though unmanned, it had come to have something close to an identity to its employers, who were sending it on its sixth voyage. It was a personification not without duality, for though it was an envoy in the service of the survival of Cybertron, the energy required to reinforce and run the satellite, however little, made it an ac

ONE LAST DANCEONE LAST DANCE by *Trecathlus
© December 2005 Rikard Bakke
Embellishments added January 2013
Clear blue skies.
Nothing like them.
The most beautifully azure canvas with specks of white in any shape imaginable to any man or machine -- some barely changing, others swirling as were they manipulated by Michaelangelo himself.
And the brush? A streak of red.
Aerodynamically optimized wing assembly. Economical low-friction fuselage. Supreme maneuverability. Fearless speed. Every element one cornerstone of an aerial artist.
Powerglide cut through one cloud after another, his jet stream the energy string binding so many fragments of stratocumulus together into a pearl neckla

THE NEAREST FARAWAY PLACETHE NEAREST FARAWAY PLACE by *Trecathlus
© December 2001 Rikard Bakke
Endless space hung there, ever still, ever unfilled yet ever replete. Comprised of so many elements and sub-atomic particles belying its apparent nothingness, space was the inexhaustible container of events coming and passing on through the passages of perpetuity. And still, it could not have been host to a less common entity than the one now passing through its infinite byways.
Sparks sputtered from wiring that protruded from a burned-out orifice. A series of faint electrical bursts shortly followed, then alternated, seemingly forever, with more effervescent flashes. Even if not for the soundlessness of space,

HOW COLD THE NIGHT -- CHAPTER TWO: PREPARATIONHOW COLD THE NIGHT -- CHAPTER TWO: PREPARATION by *Trecathlus
© December 2004 Rikard Bakke
Embellishments added February & March 2013
A satellite shot into the atmosphere, its destiny as unclear as the fumes evaporating in its wake. However, few destinations had been as definite as that of the most diminutive yet most hardwearing exploratory vessel ever developed on Cybertron.
Though unmanned, it had come to have something close to an identity to its employers, who were sending it on its sixth voyage. It was a personification not without duality, for though it was an envoy in the service of the survival of Cybertron, the energy required to reinforce and run the satellite, however little, made it an ac

HOW COLD THE NIGHT -- CHAPTER ONE: DERELICTIONHOW COLD THE NIGHT -- CHAPTER ONE: DERELICTION by *Trecathlus
© December 2003 Rikard Bakke
Embellishments added February & March 2013
Like a vanishing candle, the Cybertron skyline glowed faintly against the near-eternal night. Tiny shafts of pale light, high up in the many towers that still pointed hopefully toward the deep blue, fought to penetrate the darkness while feeble energy pulsations, gathered in the nether regions, struggled to sustain life. Though the ability of this once thriving world to cling to its diminishing crumbs of power was admirable, it was fiercely clear to its inhabitants that the hunt for sustenance was still essential if the place they knew as home was to endure.
The indefin