Notes: This was something I wrote for a contest at the RP I'm involved in: Tell us about your most vivid memory (In character of course) something which has shaped your life into what it is today. Something that stays with you always be it happy or tragic.

I enjoyed writing it and thought I might share it.


moment

-noun
1. an infinitely short period of time; instant
2. the present time or any other particular time
3. a definite period or stage, as in a course of events; juncture


Once upon time, there waz a little Seeker-jet whoze ship crashed on an unknown planet.

Even though he waz pilot, it waz not hiz fault ship crashed. It waz never hiz fault when bad thingz happened, and bad thingz happened to him often.

Poor little Seeker-jet suddenly found hizself in strange place, surrounded by strange thingz and some other-botz he didn't know very well. He waz scared -he waz not a very brave Seeker-jet- but had to go along with orderz or be slagged by hiz leader.

Many, many thingz happened to little jet while he waz on strange planet.

He fought and lozed and sometimez won. Sometimez, even when he did everything right, he fail, get in trouble, get slagged. Life waz hard, becauze thingz were hardly ever in hiz control. And longer he waz on planet-not-home, more and more control slipped out of hiz fingerz.

He got hurt a lot and some may say iz lucky, since hiz frame seemz made to fall to piecez, rather than be deztroyed. He never think iz lucky to be harmed, no matter how eazy iz to fix. Sometimez, he fix hizself. Sometimez, other-botz fixed. Sometimez, enemiez took hiz partz. He always survive, though.

Hiz Trine became complete on funny little planet. Mozt would think iz good thing and sometimez waz. But mostly…It made life more difficult, becauze hiz matez not get along often. He tried to keep peace, but waz not very good at that kind of thing. All he wanted waz simple life…One he got waz complicated.

And then one day…Juzt got tired, so tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of being bad. Tired of no one caring about, no one liztening to, no one rezpecting. Got tired of being scrapped all the time and tired of not being put back together when he in piecez.

And got tired…of being alone.

Sure, he waz surrounded by other-botz. Crew had shrunk and grown and shrunk again, but were still alwayz otherz around. But juzt becauze are otherz, doezn't mean can't be alone.

One of hiz otherz had died. The one he had been with long time; one who actually gave a slag about him. Hiz other; hiz partner; hiz friend. Gone long time, and now he had nothing…Nothing but time, a pain and lonelinezz.

So he quit.

He quit being bad guy. Quit being lotz of thingz he never wanted to be. Quit becauze hiz Spark say he should; becauze what he waz doing waz not right, waz not what he should be doing. Maybe he waz created into wrong faction. Maybe he waz juzt stupid and silly. Whatever reazon, waz not where he needed to be and he knew it.

It waz time.

And he still got slagged.

But he think…

It waz okay that time.

Changed him.

Waz only time he waz ever brave. Waz only time he ever really stand up to any one. Before he had always been too scared, too broken, too pushed around to ever speak up. But he did what he wanted that time…

And suddenly…He waz free.

Had alwayz thought hiz life started firzt time he online after creation. But how can life happen when all you do iz lizten to some one else? Iz no life to live, doing what some one elze say instead of what you want. Exizting iz not living and all he had been doing before waz exizting.

That waz moment hiz life began.

Waz moment my life began.