Well basically its just a random thing I did for one of my best Freelancer creations Napalm. I was sick and tired of telling people his origin, so now it's on here for people to read. Enjoy
Napalm looked around the room. The only thing he could see was white coats and computers He tried to stand, but something bound him to the cold hard slab he was laying on. His entire body tinged with mixed emotions. His body was in pain, but his mind was aching with confusion. He had thought the crash had been nothing but a bad dream, but this confirmed it hadn't been. The last thing he remembered was his ship crashing onto a planet. Another member named Quickstrike ordered the evacuation, but Napalm was trapped under some fallen debris. After everyone was out of the ship, a slightly younger member of the group tried to go back for him... But a more experienced member stopped him. His name was Skartplug. He didn't know what had happened after that. He just remembered flames and a falling piece of metal slashing his right eye... Glimpsing forwards slightly, he could see his chest plate open. All of his main systems were exposed. Sitting above him was a large metal machine. Hanging from the machine were two large claws, which looked like they could contain metal. Napalm had never been good at electronics, but being the Decepticons main executioner he knew most of the main torture devices. Suddenly, he heard voices nearby. Turning sideways he could see two scientists talking. He listened in on their conversation...
"Status report"
"His molecular structure is holding well against all of our tests."
"That's good to know. Continue the tests" was the last few words he heard. Napalm coughed accidently, and the two men looked at him. One smiled and stepped towards him "Your awake. I would say welcome, but you probably know where you are already..." grinned the man evilly. Napalm looked at him. The man was a tall, well built guy with black wavy hair and a white lab coat. He had black trousers on and safety gloves. Napalm pulled together some strength to speak "Where.. am.. I?" were the only words he could force out. The figure smiled "Your on Earth. Oh and I wouldn't try to move. Those straps were made out of an unbreakable alloy made from your very circuits"
Napalm twisted his arm to try and pull it out, with no success. He tried to pull it out, but all he was going to do was sprain a linkage. He didn't have enough energy to continue anyway. The man ticked something off on his clipboard and looked up at another member. He nodded at him and he started to fiddle with a control panel "Now, if you'll excuse me" grinned the guy. He clicked his fingers and walked away laughing. Suddenly, the machine above him began to descend. Napalm quickly plotted its course and struggled to break out of the shackles firm grasp. The machine started to gain in speed, edging closer and closer to his exposed main systems. He couldn't get away from it. The device connected with his inner circuitry, sending a pulsing electrocuting shock through Napalms body. He let out a painful cry that echoed around the whole building. His body thrashed about violently as he made one last attempt to escape the wrath of the humans that bound him in what seemed to be everlasting pain. Almost as fast as it started, the pain stopped. Napalm stopped thrashing. He looked about as his vision fell blurry. Clouds of white moving objects crowded round him with clipboards. He took one last breath, then his sight went blank as he entered a deep offline trance.
The experiments continued for almost ten years, when finally came the day other people found out. The group were at risk of being exposed to the world about their experiments on an extra terrestrial. So they had to get rid of the evidence and fast. Napalm couldn't move his body hurt so much. Through out the ten years he had been given only five repairs. They weren't the best either since human technology was no substitute to his cybertronion armour. He was laying motionless on the same cold metal slab that he had been on for the whole time he had been on Earth, when suddenly it shook and began to move. He couldn't move anymore, he could barely speak. All he could see was the ceiling tiles above him moving slowly, then faster as he picked up speed. He was led outside into the sunlight. Napalm closed his eyes as he was emitted to the suns rays. It was one of the only motions he could do. His body was almost stripped bare from where his Cybertronion armour had been used to create tools and weapons. His legs were literally bare of all protective armour. Nothing was protecting his systems from the burn of the sunlight. He hadn't been outside for ten whole years. The sun hurt. He was being moved out into the open, near a large object. After opening his eyes for long enough, Napalm could see it was a rocket "What's...go.." he couldn't finish his sentence but the nearby scientist could understand what he was going to say "We've been found out. Plus your starting to run dry on equipment so we've decided to make rid of you before we're exposed to the world. So we're going to shoot you back to where you came from" quickly butted in the rather old member of the group. Napalm couldn't believe it. They were going to rocket him into space to cover their own backs! Well it was sort of a blessing. He was finally going to be rid of the humans, the planet and most importantly, the pain. He was finally going to be free. They pushed his moveable slate of grey into the ship, and before he knew it the entire structure began to shake. The shaking rattles his systems around but he didn't care. Before he knew it the ship was hurtling towards the sky. But something went wrong. The ship suddenly started to crack and break. He hit space, when the ship finally fell apart. He was floating aimlessly around in space, still latched onto the cold metal he was bound to. Suddenly, he realised he couldn't breathe. The humans had removed the one component he needed to breathe in space. Not being able to breathe was another problem he didn't need. He knew this was the end. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move and he had no way of getting to safety. Just before he gave up, he heard a shout. Three figures quickly moved towards him. One of them took out a device which he placed over his face, helping him to breathe. Another one tore open the 'unbreakable' straps, freeing him finally. They pulled him away from the bed and he winced in pain. He hadn't moved for so long his back had literally locked up along with his legs and arms. His entire body was paralyzed and he could do nothing about it. The three transformers that had just saved his life gathered round him to assure he was ok. One of them that looked like he was in control of the mission spoke "Keep still you're hurt bad. What's your name?" he softly said. Napalm gathered up some energy, then attempted to speak "N.. N.. Napal...m" he finally said after three attempts "Alright Napalm. If you wanna go offline that's ok with us. We're gonna take you back to our ship where our specialists will fix you up. Nod if you understand" Napalm nodded slightly in agreement. He had no other choice. These transformers could be Auto-bots for what he knew! The humans had stripped off his Decepticon insignia, but he didn't have the strength to ask them. They were too nice to be Decepticons, but they weren't rash like the Auto-Bots. They didn't ask what side he was from. Nor did they ask him any other questions. They just took him straight back to their headquarters. He didn't stay awake for the journey... he couldn't keep online. The last thing he remembered doing was holding a young female human at gunpoint. But she turned out to be more than meets the eye... After that he stayed with them. He because an honorary member of the Freelancers. Although he never got on with them, he enjoyed being with some of them. But things were never the same...