Note: Turbomagnus and I are keeping track of each other's kills and the Autobot team Mars Decepticons belongs to him, whom I thank for letting me mention his team.
Old Habits Die Hard by Wind Convoy
Two energon cubes. That's how much I've had. I'd take a third one, if that twit Air Convoy didn't throw me out of the mess hall and put a lock on my stash.
Not even a few million years away from Cybertron would sober you up. What did she mean by that? It's just two cubes. It's what I had in the beginning, and it's what I have in the end. Sweet energon's the only thing that keeps me going after… my worthless title of Subcommander's going down the drain pretty soon, my sister told me. My younger half-sister.
By all means, I should be head of the Destron Exchange Convoys. I've fought in this war since before my siblings were even created and I've twice her Autobot kill count. I know this war better than anyone. What do I get for all of this? A pat on the back and a few orders from… When my blasted sister left me after battle, she was my student and she has not learned all that I knew. The self-centered fool thinks that just a few fights are enough to make her experienced enough to make her a warrior like me.
That sounded like the Air Commander, didn't it? I don't mean it that way. Those lapdogs listen to her because she never blew any fuses on them. She kept her cool
This is one of the points where my sweet energon, my best friend, comes in.
But I'm getting old.
The energon was all this old drone had left. I had family, but one's as good as dead and the other's a total stranger. I had a mate once, but what good is that when I blew a fuse and slagged her? I swore to Primus I'd protect her, and I couldn't even save her from myself. All I had left then was my energon. A pile of energon, no thoughts, no nothing but sweet bliss 'til I fell.
I've sworn to protect Air Convoy, too, but she's taken down two of those Mars Decepticons on her own. She's surpassed me and now… I'm supposed to protect her, but she's actually shielding me.
Then those Auto-fraggers sent me… Never mind. It's a long story how I don't even have a planet to call home anymore.
There's battle, blastin', skidplate kickin', and energon. I am a warrior. When not in battle, I need my energon.
