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I watched from my perch as the Decepticons and Autobots battled below me. Neither side had any tactical advantage, considering that they were simply running headlong into the fight. I wonder who their Tacticians were. I used to be a tactician, before the war. Everybody was something before the war. Now they're all soldiers. Weapons for the higher power.

I watched the battle of Tyger Pax intently. I had visited here in a time of peace. City of music, if I recall. I had originated from Praxus, city of the arts, and had studied a high degree of Circuit Su, and trained my processor to overcome the natural boundaries of solid objects.

I smirked. Another downed. When will they learn? A war that cannot be won is not a war at all. It is the never ending quest for power, something that nobody can acquire. Not in this way at least.

I moved closer to the edge. The energon of all these Cybertronians could have been spared. The ones who chose to be on the Decepticons side, had been ruthless and swayed by Megatrons promise for power. The Autobots had been the ones who chose the Prime, who believed in peace and an end to fighting.

So why was there still a war?

I ask myself that question everyday. If he wishes an end to fighting, couldn't they come to an agreement?

I cringed when I realised that a Decepticon had spotted me. He lifted his gun and took aim. But not before I threw a dagger at his spark. Unfortunately that alerted others. Two more started to power their weapons. Daggers aren't going to solve this. I focused on a large piece of metal beside me and mentally lifted it. I then flung it at the two.

That seemed to get the attention of others, enough for the Autobots to take advantage of this distraction. They charged, guns blazing and downed dozens of their enemy. I considered joining them. It would be good to practice techniques at this time. I decided against it though. I had remained oblivious to any of the castes, and I'd prefer to keep it like that.

I started to turn around, to leave the way I came, when a large explosion flung me back and into the on going battle. Brilliant.

With my safest exit blocked by a pile of rubble, I understood that my only way out would be right through the fighting, on the other side. I got up and started running through, dodging as many mechs as possible. Only till I reached the heart of the battle, did I know that I would have to contribute to a loss of lives. Both Autobot and Decepticons.

I saw the nearest mech a few clicks away, with a full powered gun. And the purple insignia flashing on his chest plating. I ran to him and quickly pulled out his spark. Not the best way to die. I grabbed his weapon and continued sprinting. It was too dangerous to transform here. You would be to easy a target.

I shot at anyone near me, which seemed to be all Decepticons. I must be further on their part of the battle field. I finally saw the border of the fighting, and a few Autobot and Decepticon faces I had seen in other battles.

On the Decepticon side was Lugnut, Blitzwing, and Archmare. With the Autobots there was Hound, Springer, and Ironhide. The Autobots were being overpowered by larger ammunition.

I trust them more than Decepticons. I threw the gun aside and slunk behind the purple and black mechs. They didn't see me until I had downed Archmare and was aiming for Lugnuts spark. Blitzwing then took off laughing like a maniac. Lugnut was sent to the well of Allsparks a few astroseconds later.

I turned to the three stunned Autobots in front of me, with energon dripping from my hands. I started running.

I reached my shelter in short time. I had left Praxus a few vorns before, out of safety. Anyone who didn't join the war was thrown into the stockades. This applied to both parties.

The day was far to close for my liking. I had, so far, remained unseen by either sides. I did not wear their symbols so they would not know which side I was on, which is why I remained closed off. No matter which side it was, I would be shot on spot.

I looked at my ceiling. I almost allowed a rare smile. Almost. It had been an interesting day, being able to take out my anger on other mechs. I would've preferred to do something worth more processor requirements. Working at a tactical department again would be brilliant.

And I know I am asking for too much, but still. I accepted a long time ago that I did not deserve anything. While many brave mechs were risking their sparks out there, I was watching from the sideline. Pathetic excuse for a Cybertronian.

I punched the wall and left a hole in it. I walked over to the makeshift desk I had created and picked up a datapad. This concerned the history of the war, and through it I could calculate where either side would strike next.

I would have preferred more enlightening documents than this. But as it was the only thing I could salvage, I took it.

I grasped my head as a spike of pain went through it. Too much taxation. The only bad thing with being a tactician. Your mind will do things to you, if the information you are currently studying is too illogical to comprehend.

What I was looking at were calculations that meant the Decepticons next attack would be on…. Praxus.

This was serious. According to it, they wish to wipe out the entire city. So many innocents would die. Before the war, some Cybertronians declared themselves neutrals, while the others decided to be Autobots and Decepticons. Unfortunately, I chose none.

I understood that the Autobots would not let lives go so easily. If I was going to get locked up for the duration of the war, at least I would be locked up knowing I had told them. Then it was their decision.

That was more illogical than the first time. They won't believe me. I don't even have a side. They could easily assume I was working for the Decepticons. No, the Prime trusts many Cybertronians. But in war, everybody has to be wary.

I did not notice the Datapad floating until I had mad a decision.

It would be good not to let them see that.

I looked at the docking bay. A ship leaves everyday for Iacon, you simply had to know which one. They would usually be taking weapons, supplies, energon-

Found it.

It seemed to be a heavily armored ship. These were always going to Iacon. That and there was a list detailing which would be going there. I found a hatch in the hull, and wrenched it open before anyone came round. I appeared to be in the cargo bay, surrounded by boxes of firearms.

The sliding door opened, and stepped in two Autobots. Their designations were a mystery to me. They started talking about a delivery to Altihex. Poor mechs. The area was even worse than Kaon.

I believe I had drifted off into recharge after a while, because when I woke up the ship was landing in Iacon. I heard voices of different Autobots, talking about the shipment. I reopened the hatch that I had entered in, and checked if there were any others around.

It appeared we were on a landing pad on the main building of Iacon. What luck.

I camouflaged myself into the backgrounds and went to one of the lifts that the building had. I moved in quickly and barred the door behind me. I then proceeded to hack into the computer in the lift. I needed to find the main floor. I continued scanning, when I heard banging on the door. No time.

I heard muffled voices outside.

'Why is this not opening?' one voice said while the banging continued.

'Let me try, mech. Ya aint givin' it enough push,' the other voice said, and now loud thuds could be heard. I finally found the floor I needed and signaled for the computer to take me there.

It started going down, but not before I could here a loud crash above me.

I reached the floor I required and stepped out; making sure that nobody was there I headed down the corridor. My door wings twitched halfway down the passage, and I quickly camouflaged myself to the wall.

The two Autobots who came around appeared to be Hound, a mech I didn't know, and the fabled terror twins. Rumor from other Cybertronians is that they are probably some of the more aggressive Autobots, and some of the front liners.

I waited for them to pass, and then continued on my way. I reached the door I required but hesitated. I then turned to the opposite doors and entered silently. My camouflage was still on. When I entered, I saw a whole tactical department. A couple dozen mechs were synched with the computers, while others were reviewing data pads.

I left that room. Worth a try. I then entered the first room. It was a relatively small room but it was crammed with high ranking Autobots. They did not notice the door opening, so I was able to infiltrate with ease.

'We won a well fought battle this orn. We give thanks to our commanding officers and to all the warriors who took part in this achievement. Ironhide report.' The primes voice sent silence over the entire room. It was amazing how much he could accomplish in a few short words. Now if he could actually put those to even better use, we might not have a war.

'Well prime, our turning point in the battle was when the Decepticons were distracted by something that seemed to be more important than the battle. We were able to charge them and push them back, which gave us the advantage. We had a few casualties at the start of the battle, but that was it,' the black mech ended his report.

I couldn't believe what he had said. A few casualties? The exact count was 196 Autobot dead. They so flippantly disregard their own they might as well be Decepticons. Fragging glitch heads! They couldn't care could they?

I saw one of the data pads on the table start to shake and tried to stop my emotions. The pad fell back to the metal top with a clang, drawing the attention of more than one mech to its sound.

They ignored it after a while. Ironhide continued, 'Myself, Springer and Hound were overwhelmed by three other Decepticons. A mech of unknown origin intervened and ended the lives of two of them.'

A few murmurs spread across the room.

'Was this a neutral?' one asked.

'No. He seemed to have been a very skilled fighter, and dispatched the 'Cons far to quickly. I don't believe he has a side,' Ironhide finished his statements.

'He refuses to fight for the cause?' asked the prime.

'Yes Optimus. Apparently he is one of the people that don't bother for their planet,' an unnamed mech pointed out. This has gone on long enough.

I unsheathed an energon dagger, and focused on one of the mechs weapons. I hid the dagger behind my back. If they don't immediately kill me, I would like them to think I am unarmed.

I de-camouflaged myself and stepped away from the wall. So far they still hadn't noticed me. Good. The longer I go without them seeing me the longer I get to live. It only took a few breems, but another Praxian seemed to pick up my spark signature. His eyes widened when he saw me, and he brought out a gun. This then drew the attention of others. They basically had the same reaction of the first person, though some just seemed to stare at me.

'Please, I mean no harm,' my tone was not threatening.

'You should be more worried about what harm we can inflict,' hissed a mech to my right. I saw his trigger move slightly and I was just about to bring the other mechs gun toward me, when the Primes voice cut through the tension.

'Let him speak,' there were a few shouts of disapproval, but the Primes cool gaze made everyone keep quiet.

I straightened slightly.

Recognition dawned on Ironhide's faceplate, 'You're the mech who killed Archmare and Lugnut.' This drew the attention of everyone in the room to the Black mech.

The Prime eyed me questioningly, 'Is this true?' he asked.

'Yes Prime,' I replied curtly.

'Designation?' he asked once more.

I hadn't given my name for so long; it was almost hard to recall it. It finally came to me in a rush of memories.

'Prowl.'

So? What do you think? My first Transformers Fanfic. Please review. I got most of my information on Cybertronian times and Cities from Google.