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You know, Prime would have me on freight duty for a year if he found out I was here. Then again, you always did have a knack for getting me into trouble. I just can't believe how long it took me to find this place.
It's strange, really. Of all the Decepticons I thought might fall during this war, you were never one of them. I always thought you'd outlive me; I know I used up all my luck a long time ago.
Then again, maybe you got off easy. Galvatron may have killed you, but from what I've heard, it was quick. I don't think Cyclonus would have been so merciful if you tried one of your coups these days.
I've often wondered about that. Power never mattered to you before. You were always the one telling me not to worry about pleasing the academy or publishing to suit their needs. You always told me we were doing it for science's sake. You didn't even care if you went off-line with no one to remember you.
But I remember.
You should see Cybertron now. It's beautiful again. The Plasma Energy Chamber revitalized everything. It's a new Golden Age.
I'd like to think that's what you were really working for all those years.
Though I can't help but wonder if this is really all my fault.
No, really. Listen.
We'd never really talked ideology before: we were both built during the long years of peace. It didn't matter back then. I was naïve enough to think that the peace might last forever. If anyone would have asked us who we were loyal to, we would have just said Cybertron. It's why we volunteered our services to go look for more energy when the first Golden Age began to wane.
I'll never forget the first time I saw Earth. It was a lot more beautiful then. Earth may belong to the humans, but they've ruined it. Sometimes it makes it easy to see why it's so easy to give into anger.
But only one of us made it back. The last thing I saw, just before I crashed, was you, about to do the same. I guess there are some advantages to being small after all, eh? But I can't imagine how you ever made it back on your own. Your fuel lines must have been practically devouring themselves. I can't even begin to speculate how that must have affected your mind.
I'd like to think that's how the Decepticons found you: starved, desperate, half-crazed from your brush with death and the endless silence of space. I'd like to think that they reprogrammed you, made you a warrior against your programming. But I know that's wrong. It's dangerous to be alone with your thoughts for so long. I think now that you must have gone insane.
And it's all my fault. You warned me that the area looked like a, heh, 'hot-spot' for storms. But I thought we could handle it. You were the best flier I knew. And me? I guess I was just a little arrogant. I thought I could handle it. I so wanted to begin our research, so wanted to be the one to help bring life back to Cybertron.
If I'd just waited, just listened to you. We could have both made it back. I'm not naïve enough to believe there never would have been another war, but I think we could have kept out of it, gone somewhere else, like Lithone. We might not have had Cybertron, but at least you'd be alive.
I don't know. Maybe that's just more of my hubris peeking through. Being Air Guardian, or as I like to think of it, "taxi" for the Autobots has given me a lot to think about. I know you changed, but I find I have too.
I know if you were still alive, we'd still be enemies.
But the older I get, the more I find. I miss my friend.
You know, Prime would have me on freight duty for a year if he found out I was here. Then again, you always did have a knack for getting me into trouble. I just can't believe how long it took me to find this place.
It's strange, really. Of all the Decepticons I thought might fall during this war, you were never one of them. I always thought you'd outlive me; I know I used up all my luck a long time ago.
Then again, maybe you got off easy. Galvatron may have killed you, but from what I've heard, it was quick. I don't think Cyclonus would have been so merciful if you tried one of your coups these days.
I've often wondered about that. Power never mattered to you before. You were always the one telling me not to worry about pleasing the academy or publishing to suit their needs. You always told me we were doing it for science's sake. You didn't even care if you went off-line with no one to remember you.
But I remember.
You should see Cybertron now. It's beautiful again. The Plasma Energy Chamber revitalized everything. It's a new Golden Age.
I'd like to think that's what you were really working for all those years.
Though I can't help but wonder if this is really all my fault.
No, really. Listen.
We'd never really talked ideology before: we were both built during the long years of peace. It didn't matter back then. I was naïve enough to think that the peace might last forever. If anyone would have asked us who we were loyal to, we would have just said Cybertron. It's why we volunteered our services to go look for more energy when the first Golden Age began to wane.
I'll never forget the first time I saw Earth. It was a lot more beautiful then. Earth may belong to the humans, but they've ruined it. Sometimes it makes it easy to see why it's so easy to give into anger.
But only one of us made it back. The last thing I saw, just before I crashed, was you, about to do the same. I guess there are some advantages to being small after all, eh? But I can't imagine how you ever made it back on your own. Your fuel lines must have been practically devouring themselves. I can't even begin to speculate how that must have affected your mind.
I'd like to think that's how the Decepticons found you: starved, desperate, half-crazed from your brush with death and the endless silence of space. I'd like to think that they reprogrammed you, made you a warrior against your programming. But I know that's wrong. It's dangerous to be alone with your thoughts for so long. I think now that you must have gone insane.
And it's all my fault. You warned me that the area looked like a, heh, 'hot-spot' for storms. But I thought we could handle it. You were the best flier I knew. And me? I guess I was just a little arrogant. I thought I could handle it. I so wanted to begin our research, so wanted to be the one to help bring life back to Cybertron.
If I'd just waited, just listened to you. We could have both made it back. I'm not naïve enough to believe there never would have been another war, but I think we could have kept out of it, gone somewhere else, like Lithone. We might not have had Cybertron, but at least you'd be alive.
I don't know. Maybe that's just more of my hubris peeking through. Being Air Guardian, or as I like to think of it, "taxi" for the Autobots has given me a lot to think about. I know you changed, but I find I have too.
I know if you were still alive, we'd still be enemies.
But the older I get, the more I find. I miss my friend.