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Could you tell me what you have been doing lately Mirage, asked Jazz from where he was sprawled in the Rec Room.

"Watching Prime in the wash racks" I replied sarcastically; watching more than one bot spew their fuel in front of them in shock. It's not my fault that my upper class accent sounds so bedroom voice when I speak incorrectly, but apparently the noble was supposedly unable to make a joke or tell the truth. Surprise! They all believe that all I do is moan and complain that Cybertron is gone and so our way of life. I mean I just told them that I was watching their Prime in his private wash in his high security room. If only the stupid slaggers would even know a hint of the truth they would go into stasis. Meanwhile Jazz laughs my comment off as me back talking because he had upped my training because apparently my infiltration skills were getting rusty.

Please I've been doing this from before they were even sparked; the Autobots were so soft-sparked and have never even given an assassination order on Megatraon, Starscream, Soundwave and Shockwave. The only reason I joined was to keep an eye on those I loved and it gives me a break from all the manoeuvring and backstabbing in the Decepticon Fraction. I said it I the last known survivor of the Noble Upper Class from The Towers: A Decepticon. ALL HAIL MEGATRON!

Oh; Yes better pay attention to what my Boss is rambling about; another movie night, for the Love of Primus when can I socialise with someone who I can let my guard down. They say long-term infiltration makes you empathise and sympathise with your targets. I have to disagree, some days I'm sitting in meetings and fantasising about killing Cliffjumper just to get peace and quiet. I mean yeah he figured me out; O wait, no he didn't; he just accuses someone who isn't the same class and culture as him to be a traitor.I must not kill. Or torture or laugh manically. It leaves a very bad impress on the rest of the bots.

Jazz is reminding me that movie night is mandatory and I must attend though I can go invisible if I don't want to be seen, thank Primus. What no one knows is that my invisibility disruptor also scambles sound waves which means I can talk and chat in a crowded room without getting heard or caught as long as I'm invisible. Just then a explosion rocks the Ark followed by the angry voice of Ratchet yelling, 'Wheeljack'. For a moment I could of sworn that a goldern flicker ran though my systems code, but when I ran a diagnostic it all check out. O well, I will attend the stupid movie about some human whose father disciplines him by cutting off his hand with red light sword. Human are weird and apparently don't love their children enough to go against war or fractions. I mean he tortures his daughter to get some information from her but, apparently he didn't know she was his spawn. Supposedly also choked his wife to death. You would think he would remember that and he boss was crazy trying to turn him into a transformer of some sort. He couldn't even transform. Pathetic humans I will never understand them and if they hurt my sparklings I'll burn this planet to a rock. Yes I am the proud carrier of nine adorable little sparklings whose safety I will, beg, steal, lie, murder, torture and do the worst things imaginable to keep them safe. I am a parent and good one to since over this civil war I have managed to keep my family online.

The Story of my life is one of great deception you could say I was born to it. I was just over a year old when I was fitted with an electro-disruptor which allow me to turn invisible. It was expertimental and in the beginning I kept getting stuck as invisible which is when I found my life was founded on lies. Everyone lies only now that they couldn't see me I could catch them lying. My creators lied to me and each other. My carrier kept a stable of minibots and have a lot of half siblings apparently he didn't like carrying me since all the sparkling have been carried by the others. So mommy didn't love. Now my creator didn't care about anything that would interupt his fun time of fighter slaves and commoners to the death in exhibitation matches. Since I was smart due to their program tampering I was able to reprogram my nannydrone and have a stationary hologram of myself in my rooms. It was three months after I realized that they didn't notice the difference that I started explore the world around me. So I watched, waited and listened following my creator where ever he went; I was three years old and I couldn't see the diffirence between The Towers, The Fighting Arena and The Council Chambers. They used the same currency of bribery, coercien, and murder to get what they wanted. I began gambling my allowance from my parents on fights, investments and races. My invisibility became my advantage because I was able to find out the fixed matches and bet on them. Slowly I expand my investments and even had my own lawyer on retainer. Unknown to my creators since I was stuck invisible I learned to steal to survive because no one could see me, they didn't know I had to be fed. Sneaking down to the slums to see how the common folk lived game me a new perspective and a new goal. The common folk did just like the upper class except that they seemed to be ablt love each other. I now knew what I wanted in life. Someone to love me. How would I find them? My chance came one day when my creator went to inspect one of our mines. They overseer was saying that they were running into rock and no energon crystals. Sneaking away to see how the slaves lived I found it dark, dirty and crowded. In that crowded dirty dark mine I found one of the love of my life. He was a large, silver mech who was quietly leading a rebellion against my creator by stealing the crystals that they mined.

I started to follow him around and observed him. His loyalty to the rest of the slaves intrigued me so I stayed and stole crystals from his private stash which made him extremely paranoid. So for the next couple years I would leave polish and clothes that were of slightly better quality than what he was given to start my courting with. I knew it was going to take sometime. I was twelve years of age when I began buying my slaves. The first ones were two tape decks who I named Blaster and Soundwave. Blaster cost the normal price while I was able to pick Soundwave up for a song apparently they were doing medical experiments on mechs and he survived; deemed useless and sold. They were informed that I would not inflict myself on their personal lives and about 2 months later they were bonded. A side effect of the medical experimentation has made Soundwave telepathic which is helpful in allowing protection for us other than invisibility unfortunately I am unable to hide from Soundwave. The next mech I named Hound and he was a scout who I got fitted with a holographic generator. Then I was able to acquire cheaply an unfinished mech without a mouth or only one optic I named him Shockwave. He has been helpful by taking up my tutors time under a hologram from Hound and everything he learns he later teaches me when I have time. Finally I rounded out my staff with a medic called Scapel who is a small weaver type of Cypertronian. My investments are coming alone nicely; soon I will be able to buy the mine and slaves from my creator. I will be trading my ancestral lands he has been admiring all his life and didn't get them in his bonding settlement. I am thirteen years old and I have traded my inheritance for a dried up mine and slaves. Calling my lawyer in to draw up new slave contracts with the option to buy their freedom from me. The proceeds of their income comes to me 70% and to buy out the contract 30% of what ever they earn. Once they have all signed I called my mech into my office and informed the quickest way to buy out his contract is to fight on the gladiatoral circuit when he asked what was in it for me. I replied, I will ask you one question when you are free and I will give forever to answer but I would like an answer.

Some is banging on the door of my room, so much for reminiscing about the past. It's just Jazz yelling through the door that it's movie time. Slipping invisibly into the Rec Rom I chose the table at the front that nobody sits at because they block the screen. They never find me there since they are under the impression that I spend all my time standing up in the back of the room. Morons. Finally the movie intro is beginning. I could have sworn I saw a gold flicker out of the corner of my optic. Must be seeing things. I activate the holo communication disc and place a call to the Nemesis.

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