A/N: Music is my muse. I ordered the Transformers 2007 movie score, very cool. Thank you for the reviews on this and I'm still trying to get over the hit counts. I wanted to do this simply as an exercise in writing so its kind of shocking. And yes, this has yet to see a beta so every single error is my own. Also be amazed that I finally finished a chapter with this one as it seemed to have a good layer of cyberdust covering it.

Warnings: Based on the G1 series but only until I take what is called 'artistic liberties' and smash the entire plotline to hell and back. Enjoy.

Rating: M

Summary: Warrior, scholar, lover, prisoner, and slave. I am this. Traitor, teacher, friend, and demon. I am this as well. To stop the nightmares I will write this and hope...

Disclaimers: Transformers is the property of Hasbro and concept licensed through Takara Co. All original characters however are created by ciscogirl/ciscogoldengirl and protected by copyright laws. This work was created only for enjoyment, not with the goals of credit or monetary gain in any fashion.

DATA LOG ENTRY: 3

I suppose there are those now expecting to read about my days of training under the optics of Megatron and my teachers.

Even now it is difficult for me to say the word 'train' without smirking. And yes, I do that because I refuse to forget some aspects of my early life. For a Decepticon, 'training' is a pretty yet empty word meant to soothe and caress beings who have constantly failed. Some even go on to state that it is an entirely Autobot concept denoting the fact that one is not intelligent or powerful enough to learn the required function the first time around. You either get it, or you die within the Decepticon ranks.

That is not to say that lessons are not given, for they are, and that is not to say that Decepticons have never practiced, for they have (I myself can personally vouch for that as Megatron demanded perfection). But when the time is at hand and you have become a true Decepticon, a soldier, you are expected to accomplish the desired task. What is more, for survival's sake, you must make it appear almost idiotically simple no matter how complex it may be.

I can only surmise now that it was my drive to eradicate all of my weaknesses which saved me from a gruesome fate so early in my life. For the longest period I dealt with the theories and the histories of battle, perfecting my memorization and data-processing skills. I knew the mathematics of performing the perfect roll at sound-breaking speeds while continuing to avoid ground fire. I could recite the entire Ballad of Glory depicting the triumphs of the Empire over three Autobot outposts on the fringes of Cybertronian space. I knew every city, every district, and every key strategic point on the homeworld; though I had yet to set foot on it's almost sacred ground.

In short, I knew the theory but I knew nothing of what it meant to truly be a Decepticon. This, of course had to be rectified as soon as possible in the optics of all those involved in my creation. A true Decepticon is a soldier and a true soldier must be on guard at all times, their bodies finely tuned to defend or (far more preferably for a Decepticon) attack…

…but did I even care? I can already tell that the readers are curious about my own feelings, from both my youth and my current position. To be honest I can only admit that I felt little else aside from a desire to prove myself to those who had already been privileged to have fought in countless battles. I had little knowledge of my teaching schedule as such things were deemed out of my control. My position within the sunken ship was a strange one; I was protected as though I were the finest grade of energon and yet my rank was lower then even an Autobot-turned-Decepticon.

Now however I look upon the Empire's methods and that of the Autobot's and organics and find myself almost envious. Envious of the open society in which the young may make numerous mistakes in creating for themselves a niche and an identity. Organics especially seem to have a special place for their creations, setting them apart and yet at the center of their society's core. More importantly, both organics and Autobots encourage their young to openly express their love for those within their primary caring groups.

If anything then, I feel the pride of having survived becoming a Decepticon, but also the hunger for wishing that I had felt the love of a Creator.