This is an angsty little thing based in Transformers: Animated. It started as something else, for the Bayformers films, but it changed into this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this and putting it on a fanfiction website.
Claimer: I own RhythmBeat. My best friend owns Dragonfly.
The Perfect Decepticon
He obeyed all orders, no matter how awful and wrong they were. He was a double crossing agent to the Autobots. But he was the perfect soldier to the Decepticons.
He may have been a traitor to the Autobots, but he knew that was where his spark lied. He had had something he never could have where he was now.
He had friends. But he betrayed them, just so his leader would not kill another of his sisters.
His poor younger sister. How far she had gotten. Sentinel Prime's right hand girl. She had learned under Yoketron, just like Jazz and Prowl. A perfect Autobot, a perfect cyberninja. That's what his sister had been. A brave fighter.
He had been proud of her.
His sisters. While he loved them very much, he had to save his last remaining one. The poor femme who had never seen war before. The young Dragonfly, who had been devoted to the mech Bumblebee. She was sitting in the brig, crying for her older twin.
RhythmBeat. His darling RhythmBeat. The wonderful ninja femme. The one who surpassed everything.
He had to save Dragonfly, where he couldn't save her. He had to be what he hated most. A vile creature who obeyed every command. A creature he wished nobody with the right processor would ever consider being. That is what he had become. What he had to be.
The perfect Decepticon.