God these times suck. This period of fake diplomatic peace between the Decepticons and the Autobots was pure hell, especially for those who call themselves warriors. Day in, day out they try to suppress the urge to go out and kill some random Cybertronian, just to satiate their hunger. Hell, some even did that, leaving some other energon-wasting rust bucket an orphan, a widow or childless, but it didn’t matter to the killer. They always ended up in a local bar wasting the night away, trying to drown their boredom with liquor. Say hi the local drunkards.

I was never one for the liquor, but as I looked up at the fembot shaking her skidplate on the 10x10 stage two feet in front of me. I began to wonder why I hadn’t taken a liking to liquor.

“You bore me sweetcheeks.” I softly mutter as I stand up and turn to leave, but not before I shove the fembot off the stage and onto her skidplate with my left hand. Feeling a little better now, I exit the club to the sound of loud derogatory remarks aimed at me, to which I respond with a simple gesture of the finger. I come to a stop right outside the clubdoor and look up at Cybertron’s two moons. Thoughts of grand ancient wars of lore flood my mind, yearning to join legacies of the past, but I am brought back to reality as I see a familiar red, black and gray jet streak across the sky against the moons.

“Time to go.” I release a heavy sigh and transform to my jet mode and take to the sky, heading back to that large, slag looking place they dare call a base. Damn these times suck.

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As I sat on that high ledge and looked down at the five others congregating down there, especially the one in the crude steel contraption he called a throne, I wished I had my video recorder with me. Video recorder or not, that look of simultaneous disgust and boredom on Megatron’s face as he rested it in his right hand would be burned into my memory banks for eternity. Suddenly my attention was drawn to those two bickering idiots named Starscream and Cyclonus. How they outranked me I’ll never know, but for now I just tuned them out and focused back on Megatron. Megatron, who is considered by many to be the greatest leader in Decepticon history, was nothing more than a fool to me. His numerous defeats and his acceptance of this façade called peace made me question myself as to why I even followed him Sure his legions helped me break out of prison, but I’ve paid back my dues. I suppose if I really look it over, the reason I’m still here is because of that natural Decepticon desire for power. And power I would soon have.

“Lord Megatron, we are intercepting a strange signal from the Sol System.” Chimed in the large brute Demolisher as he stood behind a control console.

“Bring it up on my monitor.” Megatron commanded and a moment later the image on his screen cast a green light onto his face, which slowly revealed a twisted smile. It was then that, even thought I did not know what was causing him to smile, I knew the peace between Decepticons and Autobots was about to be shattered.