BEACON OF HOPE
In a dark room a lone mech walks to a computer terminal and turns it on bringing a soft light into the room.
"I am recording this audio log so that if I die this story does not die with me."
The mysterious mech runs a hand down his face tiredly before continuing.
"Long ago, our planet of Cybertron was at peace, it was beautiful. Then one fateful day a mech rose from the masses and through our planet into a violent and destructive civil war. That mech's designation was Megatron, leader of the Decepticon forces. It seemed as though he would never be stopped, he tore through the Autobot Elite Guard and our leader Sentinel Prime like they were nothing."
Once more the mech paused looking into the distance with a lost look in his optics. After a few minutes he shook his head before continuing.
"Then as if from the spark of Cybertron itself, an unlikely hero rose. His designation was Optimus Prime; he was the only mech able to stand against Megatron in open combat. Unfortunately the Decepticons outnumbered the Autobots nearly three to one. In the last days of the war Optimus had a last effort to evacuate Cybertron and draw Megatron away, hopefully giving the planet a chance to recover. However, he did not leave the planet completely undefended. He left a small five bot team to protect Cybertron should anything befall our once glorious planet."
Once more the mech pauses and seems to visibly shrink in exhaustion and sadness. As he continues the story there is a sad tinge to his voice.
"We were some of the finest bots from our respective divisions; nothing should have been able to take us down. We had Hot Rod, a tactical genius to lead us in battle. Whirl, a mettalikato master, a powerful warrior. Red Alert, the best medic in the Autobot army aside from CMO Ratchet. Blurr, one of the fastest bot's in the Autobot army, as our scout. And myself, the second best spec-ops bot, aside from Jazz."
The mech leaned back in his chair with a sad smile on his faceplates, before continuing,
"At first everything seemed normal, there was nothing threatening on the planet anymore. Then one day Blurr rushed into camp and went on a tirade about Decepticon forces moving towards our camp. We immediately rushed into action; Hot Rod was calling out orders as we all grabbed our weapons and moved into position. When the Decepticons fell upon us, it was chaos. There were thousands of them, Whirl was the first to fall, he was surrounded by at least fifty Decepticons and easily overpowered. Red Alert and Blurr were next, Blurr was injured as he was taking down one Con, and as Red Alert rushed in to help him, they were both slaughtered. Finally Hot Rod fell, he fought valiantly, easily destroying over a hundred Cons but he was eventually overrun as well."
The mech paused for a long time with a look of utmost sadness on his face.
"I regret to say that when I saw my comrade's fall, I transformed and ran like a coward. For the following few weeks I did nothing but wallow in despair and grief. Then one day it dawned on me, this is not what they would have wanted, they would have wanted me to continue the fight."
The mech's face suddenly filled with a look of resolve and determination.
"So even though I am the last surviving member of my team, they will not be forgotten, they live on in my processor and my spark. There are still tens of thousands of Decepticons on Cybertron, but I will not stop fighting. My designation is Ridgerunner, I am the last Autobot on Cybertron, I am the last beacon of hope."