How it all Began

It began when I was a ground soldier for the Predicons. I was captured and imprisoned by the Maximals on an information gathering recon. A simple in and out. But a stupid scientist got in my way.'

So you killed him?'

Rampage glared at her, but pushed forward. Yes, I killed him. That was the first time I had ever killed a person. Did you know that Omicron had human occupants as well? No, you wouldn't, would you? But the scientist I killed was an old, balding man. But he went to soon, I couldn't savor it. Oh, but the look in his eyes, as the life slowly crept out of his body. Did you know a humans eyes go flat and dull five minutes after death?'

Lady Venom grimaced, No, but I do now.'

The man screamed before dying. Alerting my presence. I wasn't as strong then and was quickly overtaken. But, at the time I didn't care. I thought that I would be rescued, I assured myself that my regiment would come to my aid.'

She interrupted, voice sympathetic. But they didn't help you, did they?'

Rampage paused, then answered, allowing the sadist in him to surface.

No. They left me to rust in a five by six box. A whole stellar cycle went by before I was offered an alternative. Not a night went by without me imagining all the ways that I could repay the kind favor my teammates had done to me. Then, one day I was summoned to the Chamber of Elders. I was so weak that I had to be supported by one of the guards. I quickly learned that I was being released on good behavior!'

Rampage interrupted himself with a trademark, bellowing laugh. Good behavior? I was kept too weak to do anything else!'

But this is a good thing! You were to be free.'

But, there was a catch. I was to be released on probation. I had to renounce my formal Predicon alliance. I refused the offer immediately. Better dead than a traitor.'

Lady Venom paused in her typing, not looking at him directly, but stealing glances.

So, I was returned to my cell, almost five months went by before I was called back. In that period I had killed three cellmates. Pathetic creatures they were. Large and full of themselves, and only one an actual Cybertronian! One was a Salanian, the other a Kandarian.'

And, did you want to elaborate on the species for your avid pupils?' She asked, not missing a beat as she typed.

The inhabitants of Sala are large and reptilian. This one in particular was bright green in color, speckled with yellow. His tail ended in a bony, razor spike. He had two uselessly tiny arms. He was weak because he relied to heavily on his tail. With the right amount of force, it wasn't a problem for very long.'

And the Kandarian?'

Ah, him. He was a fighter; he was in for murder. He was tall, extremely thin and bony. Grey in coloring, with small facial features on a larger head. He had tentacle-like hair that seemed to float around his head. He also had no physical strength.'

So what made him a killer? Sounds pretty weak to me.'

He was, but that wasn't what made him strong. His body excreted a pheromone that allowed him to make you think he was someone you knew.'

He made himself look like someone familiar?'

No!' He said, getting frustrated, He tampered with your organic brain to make you think he was familiar to you, and when you didn't expect it, he attacked.'

So why didn't this work on you?'

I wasn't organic at the time, and I knew that if I ever became friends with anyone, something was wrong. A simple twist of the right ligaments, and he was in pain for an eternity.'

Lady Venom could've sworn she'd seen him pout.

.that was, until the guard came to investigate the screams, and took away my pastime.'

I see.' Clearing her throat she tried to get Rampage back on course.

When the guard came back a third time it was with a Predicon. He was from my old squadrent, Major General Shrapnel. Shrapnel was the one who had assigned me to the recon in the first place. He didn't go easy, but I had saved the tip of the Salanian tail. This helped me when I removed his voice box. After I did that, the real fun began. But after he was removed I waited for a month for them to bring in someone new. When they didn't, boredom set in quickly.' He paused, as if searching for something.

What is the word you humans use when can't get enough of something, and you continually need more of it?'

An addiction?'

Rampage snapped his fingers, an odd sound coming from a metal hand.

Yes, an addiction! I had killed only four times, but I was addicted. I needed more, but it was the greatest for me those first few times, because each time had been with a different species. I was curious as to why they all seemed to die differently. I had to see if this was true for everyone. I was brought before the Elders again.

" I think we have a proposal that will interest you.' The main one said to me. I asked what I they could possibly have that would interest me. He said that he could give me all I ever dreamed of, and more. To say the least, I was intrigued. I questioned him about it, and he began to explain the Protoform X project'

TBC