Disclaimer : Transformers is the property of Hasbro. HALO is the property of Microsoft Game Studios.

Rating : T, mostly for Shadowdancer's potty mouth.

Author's note : Requested by Mordalfus Grea, the experiences of Kynaite, Shadowdancer's adopted bitlit, from his abandonment to his life with a SPARTAN-Bot tactician, and on. Until his first upgrade, these will be in one hundred words or less shorts in his point of view. If you haven't read SPARTAN : Deus ex Machine, this will not make too much sense, so I advise you to check that out before continuing. These will post in groups of five. This starts before the XO finds him.

Broken Skies

He couldn't recall how he had gotten here, in this place of nothing but long walls and unending sky. His last memory file of his carrier bot had been of her bringing him here, and patting him on the helm with a smile before she had left. He kept to the place she had put him, hoping that she would return and they could go back home.

As the sky got darker, and he became colder, the sparking tottered over to the only shelter he could see around. Huddling under the empty crate, he blinked out at the night.