My day started the same as always... with a rude awakening by my brother Ruvik.
"C'mon! Let's go!" he called out as he shoved me out of my bed. After I picked myself up of the floor, I glared at him and my optics glowed crimson. Did I forget to mention? My optics change color depending on my mood. Well, Crimson is anger, and boy was I mad. My processor had sustained countless dents due to my brother's method of getting me up in the morning, among other antics of his.
"Must you always do that Ruvik? Your gonna fracture my helm one of these mornings!" I yelled back at him, my optics grew a Darker shade of Crimson. Crimson might mean I'm mad, but Dark Crimson means I'm flat out pissed.
"Yup, I must. Now get your lazy aft outside, or I'll tell sire your sleeping in again." Ruvik replied, smug on the last half. He grinned in return to my glare, and left the room, as I vented heavily, annoyed and still mad at my brother. I've heard it's normal to experience these feelings toward siblings, but I also hear that usually siblings have bonding moments and get along some of the time. That is not the case with Ruvik. It's non-stop beating on me, insulting me, breaking and hiding my personal belongings... it never ceases.
The only days I haven't started with a fresh dent in my helm are days Ruvik is out fighting the Autobots with my Sire, which isn't often nowadays. This new planet is promising, but now the Autobots and Decepticons have reached an impasse, with them controlling most of the populated areas and protecting the native species, humans. Decepticons are typically careless of humans, but I find them interesting. Their customs and traditions are intriguing, and some of their technology I find entertaining to toy with. Much to my Sire's disapproval, my quarters is nearly filled with human technology.
I walked over to a small makeshift table, where a small device, one of my favorites, lay. It was a sound relaying tool that played recordings of rhythmic sounds and words called Songs. My favorite song was on a disc labelled "Serenity - Godsmack". Some songs appear to tell a story, and the story told in that song was very similar to my life. Trying to find peace and serenity. My life was utter chaos, thanks to my brother and sire. My carrier on the other servo, she was kind hearted, and was the sole reason I hadn't left my crumbling home.
I inserted the disc into the device and pressed a button labelled with a sideways triangle, which triggered the playback. As the song soon filled the near silence in my quarters, I stretched my wings and waited for my processor to fully awake from recharge.
My peaceful morning routine was once again disturbed, this time by my sire calling for me.
"Rumble! Hit the shooting ranges! NOW!" his voice came down the hall, slicing through my song like a dagger and attacking my audio receptors. I paused my song and vented, packing it up and taking it with me down the hall, where my day began.