So. I got bored, started playing my old Transformers Armada game, and got inspired. I will probably get to my other stories later today. So no bitching. Anyway, here's why I think some of the units have a personal vendetta against me.
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Scout
We were deep in the jungle undergrowth. Myself and my team. Just some Scouts, trying to find the Minicons before the Autobots got to them. A simple job. Find them, radio the others, guard. Nothing should have gone wrong. We were in a remote part of this small world, we were sure no Autobots would find out until we were long gone.
We were wrong.
Scout the river. Such simple orders for the most expendable Decepticlone type out there. See if any Minicon fell into the water below. Nothing should have gone wrong. We were marching through the trees, myself and my team of eight. Not the first time I had led, but I was still eager to prove myself. I turned to SCT-547, we called him Sat, to tell him to watch our flanks. It was then that everything spectacularly fell apart.
Sat turned to acknowledge my order, and his head exploded in a shower of sparks. Phano-clicks after, the shot was heard by my team. I ordered a scramble, to find whoever attacked us. They complied without question, trusting me to see them through this. SCT-555 went next, a hole bursting from his chest with the unmistakable smell of burning circuits meeting my olfactory units. Plasma burst. I spied indentations in the grass, moving fast to the right. SCT-512 screamed about a cloak before his head fell from his shoulders, cleanly sliced off. I spun, trying to find our stalker, the other five Scouts joining me in a tight circle formation. Nothing was going to get us, not this time. The sound of a cloaking field deactivating filled out audios, and all of our motion trackers screamed at us.
Inside the circle!
I turned in time to see the Autobot Red Alert spin on his arm, leg struck out to smash into our backs, scattering us like dust. I jumped to my stabilizers, taking a shot at the ground under Red's own stabilizers. He wasn't there. I heard a scream, and I turned in time to see SCT-583's legs buckle, Red Alert standing on his back, bringing his fist down to crush 538's head. Leaping up, he transformed, landing on SCT-587, completely destroying him, and fishtailed in a circle, crushing SCT-547 and SCT-561 against a tree. He turned to me, accelerating faster than I could ever hope to react, slamming into my chassis and sending me up and over the edge of the river. Landing in the water, my vision blinking in and out, I was conscience long enough to see Red Alert look down at me with a frown, then walk away.
I let sweet oblivion take me over soon after.
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I awoke with a start, surprised I was still online. Pulling myself from the river, warnings flashing in my HUD, half of my vision cracked, I looked around at the carnage around me. My soldiers lay where they were destroyed, smoking, sparking, leaking, or simply laying there, dull grey in the fading sunlight. Optical fluid dripped from my cracked visor as I stood there, in my soldier's remains, silently cursing the Autobots for their brutality, my leaders for not bolstering our numbers, myself for not being able to stop this from happening. I turned my vision to the mountain in the distance, smoke billowing upward towards the unfeeling sky. I started the long march to the top, one word playing in my head the entire time.
Revenge…
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Boom. One part of three oneshots done. Hope you enjoyed it, I'm gonna go eat ice cream, dancing to Smash Mouth in my underwear. See ya!