Summary: They are the seen, but unknown, unsung, unspoken of heroes of the Decepticons... Listen to one's story...
Disclaimer: Transformers and all related material is owned by Hasbro, as is the name Skystriker, which is a jet in G.I. Joe.
"The Unsung"
By J.T. Magnus, "Turbo"
Cannon fodder...
To everyone, that's all we are.
To the officers and the Elite, we're expendable foot soldiers.
To the Autobots and their allies, we're the epitome of the 'Nameless Decepticon Horde Spreading It's Evil Throughout The Galaxy."
No one knows our names but us, and we all look alike. We're the Seekers, the truck corps, the ones you shoot at when you can't see an Elite. We're in this for our own reasons and we get killed because to those outside our ranks all Decepticons are the same.
We fell at Iacon, the Oil-rig, the hydro-electric plant, we were killed by the hundreds when Unicron attacked Cybertron. We were replaced by the Sweeps. Reduced to support.
Why?
Because to the commanders we're nothing. Resources to be used up like Earth's energy.
I've seen comrades fall, and I'm the only one who remembers their names.
But a single Elite falls and the entire army remembers his...
An Autobot fires his blaster at me.
My last thought is if someone will remember my name...
If someone will remember the name of a 'cannon fodder' Seeker..
If someone will remember Skystriker...
Then it ends...
