I do not own Transformers. The femme I do technically own, but I have a feeling this may be the only time she ever appears...

[name]: bond talk :

"Spoken Cybertronian

In case you are wondering: 1 vorn is one Cybertronian year.

1 cycle is one Cybertronian day.

1 click is one Cybertronian second.

1 breem is one Cybertronian minute.

I don't have a specific conversion for my time units because so many people use different ones.

Rumble hated his life. Some would say he was lucky, fortunate even, to be where he currently was. Online, living on a (relatively) peaceful Cybertron.

He would disagree. Vehemently.

He was Rumble, split-spark twin to Frenzy, cassette of Soundwave, and one of the few Decepticons considered skilled enough to be considered part of Megatron's Elite. He had completed countless missions and flawlessly infiltrated the Ark and other Autobot bases so many times it made his processor hurt to even think about it. He'd survived literally millions of vorns of almost constant fighting. He'd struggled through starvation, laughed in the face of torture (come one, Autobot torture? Who wouldn't laugh?) and cheated death. He'd disabled Optimus Prime oce for Primus' sake!

He didn't deserve this fate.

He wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy.

Rumble silently cursed the Autobots and their supposed kindness. They were trying to, as those primitive Earthlings would say, kill him with kindness. He just knew it! Next time he saw any of the Autobot command staff he'd let them know exactly what he thought of their "kindness."

[Frenzy]: Rumble, get that evil looks off your faceplate! If Soundwave finds out you've been sulking *again* Primus only knows what he'll do. :

[Rumble]: It can't be any worse than this. Primus, Frenzy, I'm getting nostalgic thinking about the Great War! :

[Frenzy]: Seriously?

[Rumble]: Yeah. Frenzy... is it possible for Cybertronians to get depressed? :

[Frenzy]: I dunno. :

[Rumble]: I bet killing the femme would help. A lot. :

[Frenzy]: Come on Rummy! This one's cute, you have to admit. :

[Rumble]: If her occupation were different I might be inclined to agree. As it is? No. :

[Frenzy]: It's not *that* bad Rumble. :

[Rumble]: Not that bad? Frenzy, think of everything we've done, accomplished, and lived through. Ask youself, not if we deserve to be here, which we don't, but if we even *need* to be here. :

[Frenzy]: When you put it like that it sounds kind of stupid... :

[Rumble]: That's because it is! The Autobots have no business trying to "make up for the crimes of the war" by sending us here! Just because they *finally* realized how young we are doesn't mean they can- :

"Class dismissed you two! I look forward to seeing you next cycle."

: -send us to school. :

Okay, so in my head these two are kind of young and missed a lot of schooling because of the war. They now have to go back to school because the Autobots feel bad and Megatron doesn't want to screw up the peace by arguing (neither does Soundwave).

I plan on doing little one-shots for all the cassettes, but that may be a while. You'll be able to tell which ones they are because they'll have "Post War Trials" in the title.

Comments? Critiques? Favourite parts?

Flames will be used to *insert something witty here.*