"Cheer up," Cliffjumper says. What've I got to be cheery about?
The Decepticons ruined everything I ever built. They killed my friends and burned down my hometown. Nothing ever seemed to go right for me after that, up to and including being on this Primus-forsaken planet.
Earth's a nice enough planet, I guess, but it ain't Cybertron. It's too green. It's too organic. Gimmie a good metal planet any day. The whole planet darn near makes me feel blind. I'm too used to seein' things based on the materials. The place has got some nice man-made stuff, but I go through the desert and I couldn't tell anyone a thing about it.
And don't get me started about my Earth-mode! Not only is it ugly, but it's not even a good disguise! I turn into a truck, just like Prime. Only I'm one of the smallest Autobots, so I'm a small truck! Sure, nobody'll notice the ridiculously small truck. If we're ever out on patrol, I just know I'm gonna be the first one the Decepticons shoot.
And I wasn't even supposed to be on the Ark to begin with! I'm a construction engineer! You don't need to be building anything on an energy- gathering mission. But Prime wanted me to come, told me nobody knows his materials like I do.
I should've said no. I really should've said no. But Prime started talking' about duty and saving' Cybertron and I just couldn't say no. I felt like I'd be letting' the whole planet down if I didn't go. Prime can do that to you. He knows what's right and he can make you know it too. It's a real irritating talent, if you ask me.
If they'd asked me, I would've told them the mission was doomed. Not that I knew the Decepticreeps were gonna pull something, but I knew something was gonna go wrong. But even I never would've thought we'd be taking a four million year nap.
Four million years! We don't even know if Cybertron's still around. I'm betting it isn't. The Decepticons sure thought it was, the way they were rounding up energy like there was no tomorrow. Even I wasn't going to stand for that. I didn't think we were gonna beat them, but sure as heck I was gonna give them a fight. 'Cause that's what being an Autobot's all about. Even if we know we ain't gonna make it, we give them a fight.
I nearly died in our first fight on this planet. I sure expected to. Never would've imagined Brawn'd rescue me. Guess even I get to be wrong every now and then.
Heck, we even beat the Decepticons! Mirage sent them crashing into the ocean. I'd never in a million years believed we could win. I'd never have believed we could beat Megatron!
But we ain't heard from them in months. Prowl's sure they're dead. That means we can finally go home. We can head back to Cybertron.
If it's still around, that is.
I'm betting it isn't.
The Decepticons ruined everything I ever built. They killed my friends and burned down my hometown. Nothing ever seemed to go right for me after that, up to and including being on this Primus-forsaken planet.
Earth's a nice enough planet, I guess, but it ain't Cybertron. It's too green. It's too organic. Gimmie a good metal planet any day. The whole planet darn near makes me feel blind. I'm too used to seein' things based on the materials. The place has got some nice man-made stuff, but I go through the desert and I couldn't tell anyone a thing about it.
And don't get me started about my Earth-mode! Not only is it ugly, but it's not even a good disguise! I turn into a truck, just like Prime. Only I'm one of the smallest Autobots, so I'm a small truck! Sure, nobody'll notice the ridiculously small truck. If we're ever out on patrol, I just know I'm gonna be the first one the Decepticons shoot.
And I wasn't even supposed to be on the Ark to begin with! I'm a construction engineer! You don't need to be building anything on an energy- gathering mission. But Prime wanted me to come, told me nobody knows his materials like I do.
I should've said no. I really should've said no. But Prime started talking' about duty and saving' Cybertron and I just couldn't say no. I felt like I'd be letting' the whole planet down if I didn't go. Prime can do that to you. He knows what's right and he can make you know it too. It's a real irritating talent, if you ask me.
If they'd asked me, I would've told them the mission was doomed. Not that I knew the Decepticreeps were gonna pull something, but I knew something was gonna go wrong. But even I never would've thought we'd be taking a four million year nap.
Four million years! We don't even know if Cybertron's still around. I'm betting it isn't. The Decepticons sure thought it was, the way they were rounding up energy like there was no tomorrow. Even I wasn't going to stand for that. I didn't think we were gonna beat them, but sure as heck I was gonna give them a fight. 'Cause that's what being an Autobot's all about. Even if we know we ain't gonna make it, we give them a fight.
I nearly died in our first fight on this planet. I sure expected to. Never would've imagined Brawn'd rescue me. Guess even I get to be wrong every now and then.
Heck, we even beat the Decepticons! Mirage sent them crashing into the ocean. I'd never in a million years believed we could win. I'd never have believed we could beat Megatron!
But we ain't heard from them in months. Prowl's sure they're dead. That means we can finally go home. We can head back to Cybertron.
If it's still around, that is.
I'm betting it isn't.