Data Log of Wing Dagger
Location: Outpost Epsilon, Planet Rillick
I've never really done anything like this before, and I find it a bit pointless, but Prowl insists that it is a necessary part of the Outpost Epsilon Training Academy experience. He's a real crankshaft like that. I mean, come on. Why should writing autopedia entries be a mandatory thing to do here? Planet Rillick is probably the most boring planet within known space, and having him for an instructor only adds to the humdrum drawl of the place. I'll be lucky if I can find a single thing to write about.
Oh, well, whatever. I guess I should start by writing about myself. It's not like anyone will be reading this, but it's all I got for now. My name is Wing Dagger. It's not the name I was born with, but it's the name I took when I joined the Autobots as a message courior. I was there at the tail end of the war, and I didn't really do any fighting. Not that I'm upset about that, though; I don't really like fighting. I'm not saying that I can't or won't, I just prefer not to. I didn't feel like I had anything to do with the war, anyway. I was forged on the galactic colony Reynart, where I lived with my parents Omnicron and Platina. I guess you could say I had a regular childhood. I made friends easy enough, I did ok in school, and I always seemed to have everything I needed. I thank my upbringing for that, but I will say that it was kinda boring. That's what got me to leave home in the first place. I wanted to find some sort of excitement, and, I'll admit it, I was curious about my heritage. So, I left for Cybertron where I got my first job.
Like I said, the war was just in its final stages, and Cybertron was slowly rebuilding itself from when Megatron had previously destroyed most of it. That's not to say that I didn't meet some of the big wigs. One of my regular customers was Wheeljack himself, the resident Autobot mad scientist and inventor. I would often bring him parts for his cockamamy inventions, and, if I had a little extra time, he would let me help him out with some of his bigger stuff. The more time we spent together, the more I got to know of the war through his optics. Strange thing is, it didn't really change my opinions of the war. True, Megatron was a monster and went well beyond too far, but I can't say that I blame him for being angry. My father Omnicron used to tell me stories about the ruling elite of old, and I can say with divine certainty that I'm not sorry to see that they're gone. Megatron was still a jerk though. Optimus Prime, on the other hand, is my biggest hero. In a way, he was kinda like me: a common mech with a common job. However, in the face of injustice, he found great strength and fought for the little guy. It's no surprise that both Autobots and Decepticons respect him.
Within a few weeks of my living on Cybertron, we all finally got the news. Megatron had gotten fed up with the fighting, and thus he challenged Optimus to one final duel: one on one and no holds barred. It was such a big shindig that Swindle, a Decepticon con artist, was broadcasting it across the universe and having people pay to watch. I'll never forget how intense that fight was. Within the last few moments of the battle, both Optimus and Megatron had torn each other apart and destroyed one another's weapons. They had fallen back to the most primeval of weapons: their fists. Megatron, as a former miner and pitfighter, had the upper hand in terms of brute power, but Optimus was much smarter. Before we all knew it, Megatron had begun to tire, and Optimus seized his chance. He ducked under a swing from Megatron, punched him in the chest, and then ripped out his still fluxing spark. And then he said,
"You sought to rise into the light this day, Megatron, but instead you shall fall into darkness. I am sorry that it had to be this way…my brother."
I'll never forget how Megatron just collapsed into the dirt, but that wasn't really the worst part. No, the worst part was the silence. From Cybertron, to Earth, and well beyond the known universe, all had fallen silent at the sight of the fallen and dead titan. Autobots, Decepticons, organics of many different shapes and sizes: no one knew how to react. Then, very slowly, the surrenders started to come in. One by one, Decepticons from all throughout the galaxy began to offer themselves over to the nearest of Autobots in the hopes of finding mercy. There were a few waifs and strays that fled and swore vengeance on Optimus, but they were never seen again. As for me, well, on that day…I changed.
When I first left for Cybertron what feels like an eternity ago, I had done so with great anxiety. Even within the Neutralist colony where I was forged, the threat of a Decepticon attack was well known and feared throughout the galaxy. However, now that Megatron, the horrible head of the serpent, had been cut off, I felt bolder; more adventurous, you might say. I realized that a door had just opened, and I wanted to jump head long through it and into the unknown. That's right! I wanted to become an explorer. Maybe it was a bit of an impulse, but I know what I want. So, when I heard Prowl was opening an academy that would teach me the fundaments of traveling through the universe, I signed up without a moment's hesitation…and boy was that a mistake.
This place is just so scrapping boooooring! Turns out that outpost Epsilon, located on planet Rillick, is a desert planet. A…DESERT...planet! I mean, who in their right mind would intentionally set up an academy, never mind an entire outpost, on a scrapping desert planet?! I mean, sure, space explorers need to be used to extreme environments, but there's no reason we should be dealing with such conditions every single day we're out here. On top of that, there's Corporal Buzzkill himself that weakens the experience. Don't get me wrong, Prowl was one of the greatest Autobots to fight in the war. He was one of Optimus' right hand bots, and he earned his place. Still, the war is over, and he's training us like we're the next generation of stormtroopers. He's always ranting and raving about how there are still Decepticons around, and, while he's not necessarily wrong, it's pretty much a pointless topic. Megatron is gone, so there's no point to fight. Not to mention the fact that this wasn't what any of us signed up for.
Now, I'm no quitter, and I don't intend to start now. Maybe with a little time, Prowl will lighten up. After all, he did fight in that war for several million years. Maybe he just needs some time to cool off and accept that it's over. Therefore, I'm gonna look to the future close out this entry with my favorite motto.
"LET'S SAY GO!"