TRANSFORMERS - RISING STORMS
Chapter 1 – A Twist of Perceptions
A/N: Hello people! Okay, this is my very first go at writing fanfiction and to be perfectly honest, I am not sure if I am any good at it. I would be incredibly grate ful if you could review this and any suggestions, advice, problems etc. would be gratefully recieved. I recieved inspiration to write this piece after watching all three transformer films and might develop it futher if you think it has potential. I intend for this to revolve around an original character but following the plotline of the films. Please be kind in any reviews and I hope you enjoy!
Peace. What a strange concept. Never in the eons I have lived through have I come across such a profound notion, that of which mutual understanding of moralities and ideals from all corners of the galaxies, can come together to co-exist freely. I'll admit, I have never thought it to be completely beyond are reach, although, looking around one would have to be blind to not see the conflict tearing apart the very fabric which separates us from the lower life forms.
Is life truly meant to be this way? I find myself asking this a lot lately, but who can blame me? I have witnessed and been a part of enough wars to understand the concepts of the driving force behind the urge to spill blood for a common goal. Whether it is for power, prestige or something nobler such as fighting for one's freedom or that of an entire race, we still never stop to ask the big questions. Is this the only answer to our problems? Must we wade through a river of blood just so we can achieve something? Of course, I am not suggesting that I am some pure being of innocence. I have committed my fair share of sins which, for now, are better left unmentioned. I am no better than the next being when it comes to such matters, but still, am I the only one who bothers to think of such things? Or perhaps, I being who I am it is not expected of me to hold such compassion for another's life, or to feel anything negative about the prospect of killing something far weaker than myself. To show my superiority over a being that can only be viewed as a slave, to those of the same species as me.
I don't fool myself into believing I am some divine spectre of wisdom. I say it how I see it and Cybertronians alike decide for themselves if I am worthy of their time, not that I speak any of these thoughts out loud. I would be scorned with treason to the ideals which beings of my kind hold in the highest regards. I expect I would earn a few points with the opposition though. My mind spouts out the very drabble they preach to any soul willing to listen. Not that I blame them. In times such as these, you cannot remain neutral. Those that try to are deluding themselves. War waits for no one; you pick a side and pray that the cause you are fighting for will be one you won't come to regret later. Such issues as these remain common place these days, ones that are best not left to dwell on.
Times are tough, tougher than they have ever been. The wars escalation seems inevitable now and I doubt anything will have any success at preventing it. The ideologies of the two factions, so diverse in their nature, are clawing at the bonds that once tied us together. Friendship seems a thing of the past, no longer relevant in this day and age as brother turns on brother and friends become enemies. All to support a side that is as flawed as its opposition. We would delude ourselves with the knowledge that we are the ones who are right, that we have captured the true interests of our people and have the appropriate capabilities and perspective to carry out the necessary requirements. When it comes down to it though, I realise that it's just about one side fighting for power and the other hanging on to it.
Such beings as ourselves like to think that we are gods. Perhaps we are. We certainly tower above the other species not just in size, but in technological advances. With the weapons we have, we are considered by many to be harbingers of death and destruction. Yet they do not realise we were once a peaceful race. How can they possibly see this? Their eyes are greeted with the sight of a planet-wide civil war, and with it the potential to rip apart the numerous other peaceful worlds in-habiting neighbouring solar systems. This it would seem is unavoidable. War claims many victims and with it many lives. Its effects spread wide and far, as does the rippling effects of a pebble when dropped into a puddle. None of us will make it out unscathed, as damage can be brought upon us both physically and mentally. Injuries of the body can mend, at least in most cases. However injuries the mind sustains require a longer more intricate response. Some heal, others do not. The emotional impact a battle has on an individual varies, and at some point we all will fall victim to the darkness and desolation that is war. Whether we are strong enough to overcome this is another matter entirely.
I like to believe myself to be strong in such scenarios as these. So much blood stains my hands, too ingrained in my soul (if beings like us have one) to remove. The things I have done, and the horrors I am sure I have yet to commit, linger in my mind and will last until I take my final breath. In this sense, war is a curse. We cannot run from our past, for it will always catch up to us. Instead I have learned to embrace it, to take the memories of what I have done and to keep it as a reminder of all that has been lost and for what I am fighting for. The sole belief in my actions towards the eventual outcome gives me strength, and a small consolation that those that have died fighting beside me, have not died in vain. As for those who met their end at my hands, I can give no apology, for such words cannot possibly express the depths of my sorrow, nor atone for the very sin itself. Those who are on the same side as me would not hesitate in killing off an enemy, despite the fact that the enemy was of our own kind, the same as us only fighting for a different cause. I am sure this fact alone would serve as an excuse for those of both sides. With the knowledge that in the heat of battle, we all live in the moment. That there is no distinction between us other than the symbol we wear boldly on our armour. We fight for our goals and the people who share them, those who oppose and choose to raise a weapon to us are enemy combatants who seek to derail are ambitions, and therefore must be eliminated, no matter who they are on a personal level to us. With this thought in mind, we push on, without caring for the consequences of our actions.
As for what will come from all this, I can only hope it will be worth the sacrifices made. After all, death is too higher price to pay if victory is not achieved. Despite this it is becoming all too clear that death will occur no matter which side wins. Cybertron is falling victim to the ceaseless violence engulfing it. The once beautiful land now tarnished and scattered with the remnants of battle upon battle. My fellow brethren do not care for this fact, although I often wonder if a part of them does. This is after all, our home.
The thunderous echo of explosions sound from the distance, so powerful I can feel the tremors. Iacon has become the new war ground since my leader brought the fight to it. It will only be a matter of time before it falls. I know that my fellow comrades are cheering for this prospect and a part of me wishes to join in with them. Such feelings as these run thick through my programming. War is in every circuit I possess, and yet I can't help but mourn for all that is being lost. I did not set out in life to become an antagonist of a once peaceful system, yet I made my choice just as many others did. I want what is best for Cybertron and if overthrowing a few worlds is the way to secure a more prospective future, then that is what I will do. I will follow my duties and the orders given to me and whatever the outcome is, we shall have to accept it and face up to any issues that result from it.
The battle rages on between the two factions and soon fate will have me making decisions that will affect the course of my life and perhaps that of others. I can only hope in my mind that something better will come out of all of this conflict. That this war and those to come will end soon. As a Decepticon, I should not possess any of these thoughts but then again, I always considered myself unorthodox. I am positive that I am not the only one who shares these thoughts; maybe someday they will amount to something. Until then, I will fight.
My name is Darkstreak, and I am a Cybertronian fighting for my future.