I remember when I first entered this world, I immediately despised it.

My earliest memories have long since been replaced, for I do not recall how I became a gladiator. Though I'll admit, I wasn't the best that the arena had to offer. I think the strongest mech was Soundwave, but then he got defeated by a cybertronian who designated himself after one of the Thirteen Original Primes, Megatronous. I was nowhere near their level of strength, but I somehow managed to still be useful to my owner.

Yeah, I was owned. So was my twin, Rotorblade. We were owned by the same idiot, but at least we had each other. I don't know where I'd be if I didn't have him. Probably with the Allspark. Wouldn't that be nice? To finally be free from this war, not having to constantly watch your back in fear of being offlined.

I'm getting distracted.

True, life wasn't the greatest for my twin and I. We were constantly thrown into the arena, not knowing for certain if we would ever walk out. We had a couple close calls but managed to pull through.

Others would assume my brother and I to have the exact same weaknesses and strengths because we're twins, however, the opposite is the case. Our owner wanted diversity among the gladiators he owned, so he could gain an advantage over those who bid against him. He ordered for our armor, weapons, and training to be different, so while my brother was able to take more hits, I was able to inflict more.

My brother and I were also our owner's bodyguards whenever we weren't fighting, such as when he went to meet with other dealers.

Our owner was a greedy mech, so whenever we didn't get him enough credits, we'd pay the price.

Literally.

Whatever we earned that night, he would take a portion of it.

Rotorblade and I were miserable. Every Gladiator was. After all, we were in the lowest class of the Caste System.

We all wanted freedom so badly, so imagine our surprise when the strongest gladiator, Megatronous, gave a speech about his opinions on the Caste system. He claimed that the council was corrupt, and thus went to confront them. He was accompanied by an Iacon clerk whose designation was Orion Pax.

I don't know what happened inside, but next thing I knew, Megatronous, now Megatron, started a revolution for our rights, with Soundwave as his Second in Command. It was an opportunity to be free from our cruel owner, so we did not hesitate to join Megatron and his ever-growing followers.

But not all agreed with us.

Soon enough, a war erupted on Cybertron. All the fighting poisoned our planet, and the Iacon clerk, who had since gone separate ways from Megatron, traveled to its core and attempted to heal it. When he got there, Primus himself gave him the Matrix of Leadership, turning Orion Pax into Optimus Prime. He became the last of the Primes and Megatron's sworn enemy.

At that point, Cybertronians were officially divided into two factions: the Decepticons and the Autobots.

Then, the unthinkable happened.

We lost Cybertron, our home.

Here is when Rotorblade and I started doubting our choice in following Megatron, as were many others. In order to silence our questioning of his leadership, he ordered for our punishment. Rotorblade and I tried to escape with a few others but were soon caught.

They changed all of us into copies of one another, no longer unique individuals. They stripped us of our identities and forced us to constantly wear a mask. We were not allowed to keep our original designations as they were replaced by mere numbers and symbols.

Even though we were twins, Rotorblade and I had never looked so much alike until that very moment. The only difference was that he was a grounder while I was a flyer, which also meant that we were separated most of the time. Never the less, our twin bond remained strong as we kept looking out for each other's back.

There was no resistance from us vehicons after that, Lord Megatron made sure of it.

I went from being a lowly gladiator to a freedom fighter and then to a simple drone in such a short amount of time.

I miss my home and I want so badly for it to go back to the way it was. At this point, I could care less if that meant being a gladiator again, at least we would've had our planet back.

I often wish I could return to the life of Avian, the kin of Rotorblade and a gladiator in the Pits of Kaon.

But that is just a wish. A foolish wish.

I am not Avian the gladiator.

I am 64L-3N the vehicon, soldier of the Decepticons, servant of Lord Megatron, and an enemy of the Autobots.