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Summary: A waxing poetic piece on Demolisher. I know it's a little out there, but Nobody seems to appreciate him at all.


Demolisher's POV

Let's get something straight here, I'm not a worthless suck-up. Well, I am pretty worthless, but the constant barrage of compliments is really only meant to keep me and some of the few others I care about alive.

And I do care about the others in my faction. Some, only just a little, but I do care about them. You don't live as long and hard as I have without forming attachments.

For example, my Mini-con, Blackout. At first our relationship was rocky with few remarks directed at each other and much fear in between. Now, through some of my weaker abilities we're just on this side of friendship. I really don't think he likes me, but he needs me for protection if nothing else and I don't mind protecting him.

Really, that's probably the only thing Lord Megatron thinks I'm good for, protecting the Mini-cons. Well, that and trying to blow away the Autobots. The Autobots…

Starscream is an Autobot now. I feel like I should feel betrayed, but… Sigh. I feel happy for him. It's deep in me, buried in that part of me that's still painfully obsessed with being loyal to Megatron, but I am happy for the Seeker. Even if he did attack me when he first came through the warp gate with his new friends. He's much younger than I and he managed to get out of this faction, and with good reason. If he stayed much longer, Megatron would have probably run him through with the Star Saber himself… or Thrust would have denied him warp gate access again, leading to Starscream getting shot down by that Autobot Blurr--

Wait. The Autobots accepted them into their ranks in a single day… would they really shoot someone down? Probably not on this planet. This place seems to be making every Transformer who lands on it, either more compassionate or more likely to get royally slagged. Like Thrust, the big military tactician whose plans have succeeded how many times since he's been here? What's a number lower than four?

Heh-heh.

Anyway, despite my place in the universe that is following a mech who's too stubborn to put an end to this so far fruitless war, I do believe I serve a higher purpose, however misguided it may be.

I just don't know what my purpose is…

Maybe my purpose is to do what I've been doing? Follow Megatron, keep Cyclonus from destroying the base with his experiments, make sure Tidal Wave doesn't crush any Mini-cons by accident, keep Thrust away from Mini-cons he thinks would make a useful experiment, watch Wheeljack for any signs of suicide, scan the computers for any signs of Sideways hacking us and watch over Starscream like a little brother or friend.

Yeah. Maybe that's my purpose. It's not glorious or very good for my emotional systems, but it's fulfilling. Being a silent guardian sounds a lot better than being a mindless Decepticon war machine.