Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.
When Lightning Strikes
By Master Solo
A/N: I'll try to update as much as I can but college is first. Enjoy!
The Decepticon/Predacon history, in its entire billions of years of existence, has always been a glorious one. However, the earliest parts had a major hole, if not, then is covered with a big lie. For that, you have me to thank. I can't say that I regret erasing many parts of this, but I am saddened by the tragedies that led to my altering certain stories. My name is Predacon Lightning, and I hope that you can piece together the hints of truth that I'm about to tell. It's time for a few stories.
My first real memory was of a mech standing over me.
"Mama?" I asked.
"You don't have a female creator. I'm your uncle Stutterfire. I helped with bits and pieces when your creator built you," said the mech who stood over me. He was completely red, save for a few yellow stripes, like a tomato covered with raw egg.
The female who helped spark me was around somewhere. I knew it and wanted to say it. It's something that every transformer knows, whether their sparks are from Vector Sigma or two existing sparks.
"It's good you're online. Now let's get moving!" Another guy came in. Orange and bright blue. Primus, he's burning out my optics! A pretty old mech, too. I didn't know what's going on at the time, but I also didn't question it when he grabbed my hand and started running towards a shuttle. "She sent a party after us! She's damn serious about getting us offworld!"
The minute the orange mech said that, Stutterfire turned on us. Some uncle. It wasn't until sometime after I fully matured that I finally forgave him.
"We can't leave Mama."
"She's dead! Now get moving or we'll be, too, kid!" that orange guy yelled at me. I was certain that she's alive. It's another thing sparklings know. But, I bought into that anyway.
Shot at. Chased. Driven out of the place where I was activated. If I were organic at the time, I would have cried. When we got onto the shuttle, that orangey-blue mech and I, all I could do was press my face against one of the viewports. My lips trembled. I never expected that I wouldn't be able to see my homeworld for two million years.
"Farewell, then," I heard the mech say. I'd later learn that whenever he had the look, he's thinking of someone he misses. Sometimes, it's Uncle Stutterfire. Sometimes, it's well… not.
And so that marked my activation day. Next, I'll give some insight on how and why many of us Cons are termed 'evil'. Most of us aren't created that way, I swear.