It was years ago.
Me and three other Autobots, Stampede, Tigertron, and Fusion.
It was just another day on patrol.
Unlike the rest of them, I took our assignment seriously.
They were fast, I give them that.
Five Decepticons had gotten the drop on us.
They tore Fusion apart and dragged the rest of us away.
Somehow they could tell I was a high ranking Autobot official, and that we all knew the whereabouts of someone important.
They beat me and Tigertron in front of Stampede.
They forced him to watch.
The 'con in charge, a General called Razorclaw, left us with a final choice.
If we could make it one yard to Razorclaw, Stampede would live, but if we didn't, they'd kill him in front of us.
We didn't make it.
It was a scare tactic, I knew.
It was very effective, however.
They held Tigertron aside and beat me.
They even tore off one of my servos and beat me with it…heh.
They didn't even ask us a single question…until then.
They held me a gun point and asked Tigertron one simple question: "Where is Zeta Prime's current location?"
It was a choice, either divulge the location of our current leader…or let them kill me.
Tigertron chose me.
The five Decepticons left us on the outskirts of a burning metropolis-like fortress.
My vision was blurry, but I recognized the remains of the once great Autobot stronghold.
It was where Zeta Prime was last known location.
I turned to Tigertron and spoke.
"Tigertron…you saved my life back there…I owe you one. But I can't forgive you for your choice."
"B-but Prowl" Tigertron stammered.
"Look" I cut in "just stop, no matter what I owe you my life…but you made the wrong choice my friend."
…The wrong choice…
…Was saving my life…