A datapad is mysteriously left on Nightshroud's berth a cycle after Demolishor's unfortunate demise and slight memorial service to respect him at the Decepticons' moon base. Most of the Decepticons attended it.
The datapad had nothing else on it apart from one single message.. signed to Nightshroud.
"Still here. Offline. Not gone though. I miss you already. Take care of Blackout for me, alright? That is all I wish."
Signed.. - Demolishor?!
To say Nightshroud was a wreck was an understatement.
The news of Demolishor's passing devastated her, and she'd locked herself in her quarters refusing to let anyone in; refusing to speak to anyone. At first she considered holing up in Demolishor's quarters, but the thought was too painful. Almost as painful as the service was, and she knew she'd regret skipping out on it later.
She hated the Autobots for this, but there was someone else she blamed for this whole mess.
Megatron.
If he hadn't sent Demolishor out alone, he wouldn't be gone. Nightshroud was inching closer to abandoning the Decepticons, but she was torn between her desire for revenge and hurt feelings. On top of all that, she also blamed herself for not defying orders and going with Demolishor.
At some point she cried herself into recharge for a couple hours, only to awaken to a mysterious datapad on her berth. She read through it, and she only felt her spark break even further. Nightshroud didn't think it was really from Demolishor, but instead a cruel joke meant to hurt her more.
"Cyclonus... this isn't funny..."
Who else could it have been?