My survival depends on their survival. If I lose them, I lose myself...

Transformers (c) Hasbro

My name is Chromia and I'm an Autobot.

My job is to defend. With every last ounce of energy pulsing through my spark I fight until the bitter end to protect my allies. I take down opponents without mercy, without regret; not stopping until the only sounds left on the battlefield are the dying gasps of the enemies intakes, the crumbling rubble of the war torn ground, and the yells of retreat from the fleeing Decepticons.

I take no pride in the death of the enemy, in the sight of their sparks crackling and dying out before my very optics, watching them become nothing more than a hollow metal shell; a nameless husk littering the once peaceful ground of Cybertron. I take pride in the fact that I have succeeded in protecting my comrades. Whenever I walk away from a battle online, as long as I see that every one of my teammates are safe, only then do I allow that feeling to penetrate my spark; filling me with a new found energy, giving me the motivation and vigour for the next inevitable collision with the enemy.

I feel shame only when I fail in my job. When I see the dark, lifeless optics of a comrade staring at nothing but somehow still piercing me...blaming me. I feel that same emotion that has plagued my spark many a battle: shame. I can only condone my merciless killing of the enemy through my comrade's survival. Should they fall in battle, not only have I failed them, I've failed myself. All I have done is add to the already colossal pile of bodies this war has built up. Then, all I can do is force myself to be better next time....because there will always be a next time.

I'm not a healer. I'm not a leader. I'm not a hero. I'm not a killer. I'm a soldier. My job is simple: fire before they do. I want my enemies to see me and know what is to come. I want them to realise that they are in my domain, that I have them in my sights, and that I will not hesitate. I can say this without any guilt because every Decepticon I take down increases my comrades chances of survival.

My name is Chromia and I'm an Autobot, and to any Decepticons I cross in battle, their slayer.

Author's Note: The female autobots really don't get enough attention, so that's what this short drabble was spawned by. Sort of a character analysis of the femmes and their role in the war; I think I'll also do ones for Elita-1, Firestar and Moonracer.

I just wanted to take a deeper look into Chromia's persona; you know, past the gun ;D I doubt she's just a simple minded killing machine. Being Elita's second in command [which I'm almost certain she is] she'd have to have a bit more depth as a character. Anyways, I hope I managed to get a good balance between the Iron-Maiden she is on the battlefield, and the emotionally conflicted femme on the inside.