Transformers belongs to Hasbro/Taraka Tomy I do not own anything
Transformers
Remains of an army
(Several weeks after the Chicago Battle)
(A set of now abandoned warehouses outside Chicago)
Data Track Number: 987
Day Of Hiding: slag I lost track
We have been hiding in this former human structure called a 'Warehouse' for a few solar cycles now. The moral of the crew is dwindling, I can't even cool down my systems without Stockade trying to pummel somebody. Wreckage is the worst of the bunch. He is one of the largest of us and is nearly out of energy and takes his rage out on any bot in his way. Incinerator is can barley move on his own ever since wreckage beat the slag out of him. I was left in command of the Decepticons after the passing of Megatron, starscream, soundwave, and shockwave. It gets worse every day for us, half the time the men are beating the slag out of each other, recharging, or arguing. Dreadwing and Swindle actually LEFT the base to go find energy several days ago. They have yet to come back. Dead End sleeps half the day and when he's awake try's to siphon everyone's remaining energon. I hate life here and I cannot wait until a either I go offline or someone else takes command. The only bots who are not crazy are Skywarp, Payload, Stockade, Dreadwing, Swindle, and Skystalker. Everyone else is insane. Mindwipe is obsessed with hypnotism and will hypnotize anyone he can. Dirt Boss treats Dead End like an earth creature known as a Puppy. Drag Strip, is a crazed adrenaline junkie, so to speak, Icepick gives me no respect at all, Incinerator insists that he is better than me and should be leader, and Darksteel…. Just Darksteel. It's Times like this that I wish Starscream as still alive. At least he had the common sense to lead us unlike me. Thundercraker: The last Decepticon leader of a band of misfit cons. It never gets easy for me will it? I can hear screaming so it appears that this data log is at its end. Thundercraker sighing out
