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Our first memory is of fire, of being burned away, reduced to nothing then rebuilt and forged anew. Skill filled our minds, while loyalty became hard- wired. For one brief instant, we were alone and afraid. Then our voices became one and we were one and one mind that was many looked out from three pairs of optics.
As we became one, another voice, not of the one, left its mark upon us. We had purpose: we served the huntsman of the great dark god. Ours was the gift of strength and speed and the power of the hunt.
But we were only three and our mission required an army. Once more, we were provided for as a new talent presented itself: the power to grow more, to add to the one. From random matter, we grew and embraced a new part of ourselves.
With this power came memory, memory of riding the storm, carrying lightning in our bodies, and thunder in our legs. Memories of new energy, making us both more and less than we were. And hunger-hunger touched all our memories.
Our hardest lesson came during the attack on Autobot City. The metal monster slew one of us and the one grew quiet. Our circuits grew cold as a part of ourselves was extinguished. It was as though we had lost a limb.
We recovered and renewed the one. We went on to punish the Autobots, ripping their leader to pieces. The one was pleased.
And later, the voice that was not of the one was silenced and the one became all. Our goal changed, but we remained, bound in our service to the huntsman.
The one grew as was required and the one was in many optics, but the one was also often diminished. Sometimes it was by Autobot hand, but often it was by the anger of the former paladin of the dark god. We grew angry at this but we could not take action. The one would not allow itself to bring force upon him.
The battle continues and we fight on, loyal as always. Though the one may diminish, it shall never be gone. In the one, we shall always be.
Our first memory is of fire, of being burned away, reduced to nothing then rebuilt and forged anew. Skill filled our minds, while loyalty became hard- wired. For one brief instant, we were alone and afraid. Then our voices became one and we were one and one mind that was many looked out from three pairs of optics.
As we became one, another voice, not of the one, left its mark upon us. We had purpose: we served the huntsman of the great dark god. Ours was the gift of strength and speed and the power of the hunt.
But we were only three and our mission required an army. Once more, we were provided for as a new talent presented itself: the power to grow more, to add to the one. From random matter, we grew and embraced a new part of ourselves.
With this power came memory, memory of riding the storm, carrying lightning in our bodies, and thunder in our legs. Memories of new energy, making us both more and less than we were. And hunger-hunger touched all our memories.
Our hardest lesson came during the attack on Autobot City. The metal monster slew one of us and the one grew quiet. Our circuits grew cold as a part of ourselves was extinguished. It was as though we had lost a limb.
We recovered and renewed the one. We went on to punish the Autobots, ripping their leader to pieces. The one was pleased.
And later, the voice that was not of the one was silenced and the one became all. Our goal changed, but we remained, bound in our service to the huntsman.
The one grew as was required and the one was in many optics, but the one was also often diminished. Sometimes it was by Autobot hand, but often it was by the anger of the former paladin of the dark god. We grew angry at this but we could not take action. The one would not allow itself to bring force upon him.
The battle continues and we fight on, loyal as always. Though the one may diminish, it shall never be gone. In the one, we shall always be.
