Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. Damn.
Author's Note: It's a pre-movie cannon character, that's all I'm saying.
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Silence. The silence of ages. A perfect, immaculate, flawless Stillness. Such an occurrence is infrequent, if ever, in this time of war. The constant combat seems perpetual. And hope for peace is a fleeting memory. However, many of the combatants, on both sides, refused to let themselves acknowledge this. Because, who want to know pain? It is so much easier to forget. Block the pain out. Don't think.
Above all else, do not think.
This is what they taught me.
Don't misunderstand. No one ever sat down and explained to me their version of The Manual Of How To Live Life. But after vorn of hearing the same slag over and over again, the whole concept kind of begins to get ingrained in to your head, I guess. I don't get it. Maybe I just don't know what I'm talking about.
It's interesting, isn't it? How sometimes we can all just keep going, even life has lost all of it's worth a long time ago. It's like we live life out of habit more than anything else. For me, the idea of suicide never even occurred to me. Besides, even if it did, it doubt I would have gone through with it. Ending my own existence isn't my style. I'd rather be killed by someone, just so I can blame a Decepticon for my demise.
Primus! If only those credulous humans knew the lies we told about Decepticons. But, then again, propaganda is a part of warfare. You need it to win. If I cared about being dodgy and 'immoral' I wouldn't have become an Autobot.
Once, a long time ago, I heard him talk.
This was before the War (yes, War. With a capital W. Believe me, it does need to be referred to in this way) had consumed all of Cybertron. At this point the military was somewhat of a big deal, but civilians still made up most of the population. Large groups of my friends were considering joining an army. We heard that an up and coming Decepticon general was going to be publicly speaking at the local amphitheater. I went. I had nothing better to do.
I have to admit, if I cared, if I really gave a slag . . . I would have joined him.
You should have heard him speak, the silver-tongued bastard. His vision of a universe without crime, without social conflict or War.
Without War.
No matter what we Autobots say, I know Megatron is not a power-crazed psychopath. He just wanted peace. Peace through tyranny. Which I have to admit is not a bad idea in the long run. Maybe wanting to control the entire universe is slightly over doing it, but he had a good idea. A totalitarian government is better than a non-effective bureaucracy (Although, I always did find this ever fashionable human-created Democracy interesting. The citizens may be able to choose there own leaders, but in the end all it accomplishes is turning the government specification into one capacious popularity contest. How much more juvenile can THAT get?).
I'm not saying that I'm a sympathizer, because I'm not. All Decepticons will one day die by Autobot hands. But Decepticons do what they do because they believe in it. Humans can think what ever they want, but we know the truth. Decepticons act the way they do, you know, all crazy and whatever, because they're emotional and over-zealous. People tend to get . . . weird . . . when they feel like that for long enough.
Or maybe I'm the weird one, for this complete lack of feeling. I'm not going to pretend it's normal I know I have some serious head issues, I just don't give a fucking slag.
Optimus is calling me on the comm. He wants me to help carry Jazz. The poor bastard got hit one to many times with a seeker null-ray.
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Author's Note: It's a pre-movie cannon character, that's all I'm saying.
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Silence. The silence of ages. A perfect, immaculate, flawless Stillness. Such an occurrence is infrequent, if ever, in this time of war. The constant combat seems perpetual. And hope for peace is a fleeting memory. However, many of the combatants, on both sides, refused to let themselves acknowledge this. Because, who want to know pain? It is so much easier to forget. Block the pain out. Don't think.
Above all else, do not think.
This is what they taught me.
Don't misunderstand. No one ever sat down and explained to me their version of The Manual Of How To Live Life. But after vorn of hearing the same slag over and over again, the whole concept kind of begins to get ingrained in to your head, I guess. I don't get it. Maybe I just don't know what I'm talking about.
It's interesting, isn't it? How sometimes we can all just keep going, even life has lost all of it's worth a long time ago. It's like we live life out of habit more than anything else. For me, the idea of suicide never even occurred to me. Besides, even if it did, it doubt I would have gone through with it. Ending my own existence isn't my style. I'd rather be killed by someone, just so I can blame a Decepticon for my demise.
Primus! If only those credulous humans knew the lies we told about Decepticons. But, then again, propaganda is a part of warfare. You need it to win. If I cared about being dodgy and 'immoral' I wouldn't have become an Autobot.
Once, a long time ago, I heard him talk.
This was before the War (yes, War. With a capital W. Believe me, it does need to be referred to in this way) had consumed all of Cybertron. At this point the military was somewhat of a big deal, but civilians still made up most of the population. Large groups of my friends were considering joining an army. We heard that an up and coming Decepticon general was going to be publicly speaking at the local amphitheater. I went. I had nothing better to do.
I have to admit, if I cared, if I really gave a slag . . . I would have joined him.
You should have heard him speak, the silver-tongued bastard. His vision of a universe without crime, without social conflict or War.
Without War.
No matter what we Autobots say, I know Megatron is not a power-crazed psychopath. He just wanted peace. Peace through tyranny. Which I have to admit is not a bad idea in the long run. Maybe wanting to control the entire universe is slightly over doing it, but he had a good idea. A totalitarian government is better than a non-effective bureaucracy (Although, I always did find this ever fashionable human-created Democracy interesting. The citizens may be able to choose there own leaders, but in the end all it accomplishes is turning the government specification into one capacious popularity contest. How much more juvenile can THAT get?).
I'm not saying that I'm a sympathizer, because I'm not. All Decepticons will one day die by Autobot hands. But Decepticons do what they do because they believe in it. Humans can think what ever they want, but we know the truth. Decepticons act the way they do, you know, all crazy and whatever, because they're emotional and over-zealous. People tend to get . . . weird . . . when they feel like that for long enough.
Or maybe I'm the weird one, for this complete lack of feeling. I'm not going to pretend it's normal I know I have some serious head issues, I just don't give a fucking slag.
Optimus is calling me on the comm. He wants me to help carry Jazz. The poor bastard got hit one to many times with a seeker null-ray.
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