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Chapter 3

"The Past and The Confessions"

Forte gazed down in extreme horror to a large mech that lay in front of her. Puddles and splashes of liquidized energon covered the mutilated Transformer's body and Forte. Everything was so quiet as the moon's surface froze in pity. The lavender femme lifted her right hand and stared at its golden energon coating. She turned her gaze back down to the deceased Transformer and saw that nothing was there.

A footstep boomed dangerously close behind Forte. The femme spun around, only to be welcomed by a hand that wrapped around her neck. She choked as the moon's ground dropped from under her feet.

"You killed me," a male voice growled, "but now I'll get you back. I'll kill you!" Another hand rested on Forte's chest as she looked up and saw a gray and angry face that was surrounded by a white helmet. "I'll stop this problem once and for all."

"Ca...Commander..." Forte choked on her words as the hand squeezed her neck more tightly, "Commander Rafter..."

"No one wants to put up with a trouble maker like you." The mech pulled on her neck and pushed her chest.

"Please no...I'm sorry-"Forte's neck snapped and sickeningly ripped off of her shoulders as her own energon sprayed out.

"I'm sorry!" Forte shot up on the recharge berth and sat up for a moment. She rose a hand to her neck and gently passed her grey hand over it. She looked at her fingers and sighed in relief, "It was just a nightmare."

The door, some few yards in front of her, slid open to reveal Inferno. Neither said a word for the long moments as Inferno glared to the femme and Forte stared at the red mech. Inferno walked over to the still sitting Forte and sighed.

"You're lucky that Optimus lived," Inferno started, "He's been repaired and is resting right now. Jet Fire only had a few dents from your attacks, and your room is finished being installed." Inferno folded his arms across his chest, "Why did you attack everyone?" he began to raise his voice.

Forte bit her bottom lip and twiddled her thumbs in a nervous state. She tried to get the pressure from her shoulder but could feel Inferno's question press on to find the answer he searched for. "I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

The femme paused for a moment, holding her breath. Sighing, she looked up to Inferno, "The whole reason I came to this place is because I have a temper problem. I get mad easily and can go too far at times..."

"Like you did with Optimus?" Inferno widened an optic, giving the impression that he was arching a brow.

"I can be worse. It's happened before." Forte continued to drift her optics to any direction but Inferno's.

The red mech turned and walked out of the room without a word, and the door slid opened, then closed behind him.

Over time, Forte grew bored of remaining in the room and decided to roam around the city. She looked from left to right and up and all around as she passed by the doors that lead to rooms that she didn't know of. A minicon or two would be wandering around, as well. Everything was just so peaceful around here. All seemed to be in order and better shape than the old base on planet Zolt.

The lavender Autobot entered into a familiar room that made her stop in her tracks from what she saw ahead of herself. That deep angry dent in the wall. She caused the dent. It was all because she couldn't control her anger that it was there. That Optimus was now in emergency care.

"No!" Forte screamed out, holding her head and shutting her optics tightly.

As if she opened her optic lids a bit, she could see darkness and many white stars from space. But her eyes didn't give the femme enough time to figure out exactly what was going on before they shut again.

Forte immediately shut down and fell forward to the floor, her arms at her sides and hands clenched tightly.

"She's back online," a familiar voice said.

"Stabilize the electricity," another voice commanded.

Forte ached. It felt like all of her body had rusted and dried. Her optics flickered on and glowed their red color. She moaned in exhaustion and lazily looked up to the faces of Inferno and Sky Blast, whom stared back down to her.

"You almost blew your CPU," Inferno explained to the femme, "Try not to stress yourself out so much."

Sky Blast walked out of the room, "I better get back to work in the mines."

Inferno nodded to the Omnicon and returned his attention back to Forte.

The viper model looked away and glared to the wall, "You should have just let me crash. It would have been better that way."

Inferno sighed, "You might think that, but Autobots don't just give up on each other."

"Well," Forte sat up, "I just gave up on myself." she glared at the floor and stood. Pausing for a moment, she felt her spark burn a bit, due to some form of worry or guilt or maybe even sadness. Forte turned toward the exit and walked out of the room without another word, her gray metallic fists clenched tightly.

"Just don't get so stressed for a good while," Inferno mumbled to the now closed door.

Forte walked down the halls with her thoughts wondering blindly in her CPU. Her steps sounded in reality, but to her, sounds were myths. She slammed her shoulder against the wall and let the echoes carry in the air for a few long moments. Taking a deep breath, she moved her back to the wall and slid to the floor and sat there. The lavender femme released her breath and dimmed her optics as she lowered her head.

"Primus, I'm getting worse..." Forte said softly.

She took another deep breath and sighed heavily. "How can they help me?"

A hand rested on her shoulder, startling the femme, and brightening her optics.

Forte looked up and gasped at the crouching Optimus Prime in front of her. She shuttered her bottom lip and stared dead into the commander's optics, "I...I'm so sorry, Optimus. M...my tem...per j...just takes o-ver me. I-I c-can't con...control it. Pl...please-"

"Calm down, Forte. I understand that you have a glitch in your system that causes you to act this way. We can easily make repairs," Optimus paused at the femme's hopeful expression, then continued on, "but because your memory chip has many uploads of your reckless personality, you will have to make the extra repairs by learning how to control your anger."

"Please, Optimus..." Forte begged, "Please stop my rampage. Stop me before it happens again!"

Optimus gazed tot he lavender femme's sorrowful face, "What happened last time?"

Forte stood with her head hung low. Prime stepped back and waited for a reply.

Getting no answer, he suggested, "Why don't we take a walk around Ocean City? I'll give you time to decide on your words."

The femme only nodded as her leader began to walk down the hall. She followed by his side, keeping her gaze to the floor.

Last time...cost me so much...

A seagull glided just above the tiny ocean waves as it cawed out. The blue water shimmered brightly in the sun like millions of crystals. The winds blew its warm and gentle self throughout the air.

Optimus Prime and Forte walked around the large area, where the commander trained the young rookies, like a track field.

"I didn't mean to, sir...but the outburst when I killed him..." forte winced as flashbacks flooded in her head.

Commander Rafter yelled out in pain as Forte's hand grabbed at his body and ripped him to shreds from her blinding rage.

"I don't even remember why I attacked him."

'Forte! Stop! You have to control this! What happened to your training?' Rafter's voice echoed in her memory.

"But after I started my work, I couldn't stop..."

Rafter laid on the moon's surface, his metal body torn to scraps as liquid energon covered and surrounded him.

"I was unstoppable in that monstrous stage." Forte took a deep breath and sighed.

Optimus turned to Forte and stood there, waiting to see her grey face.

"I'm sorry, Optimus," the recruit whispered.

The Autobot leader rested a hand on Forte's shoulder and gazed to her form in pity, "I will do whatever I can to help you. I promise."

Forte faced her commander and looked up to him with dull optics. She threw her arms around one of his own and sobbed.

All Optimus could do was watch her sorrow pour from deep inside her spark as a gust of the ocean wind blew up dust from the ground. He knew that Forte would dramatically change, now that she confessed the haunting past of her problem's destruction...