Wow, haven't updated in a while, whateva
Disclaimer: Transformers are not mine (unfortunately). They are owned by Hasbro and Takara. What I wouldn’t give to own Soundwave…and Blitzwing. And Jazz. And Rumble. And Thundercracker.
ANYWAY, read on…
My loyalties, my only loyalty, is to Megatron. I am his to command, and I am doing his bidding. Every cycle, every joor, it’s his will. Not mine. I don’t regret or despise my decision to join the Decepticons, or to accept this assignment. Even when it’s a bit unpleasant.
Like now.
I’m sitting in my seat, under the façade of Longarm, learning about Decepticons. Sentinel, the idiot that he is, still knows a lot about Decepticons. It’s not nearly equal to mine or any other Decepticons’ but competent.
Being the perfect ‘bot I’m supposed to be, I raise my servo.
“Longarm?” his tone is irritated. The instructor for this class is out today. He’s a substitute.
“How can Megatron, if he’s obviously so evil, lead a massive army, one to even counter the Elite guard?”
I know the answer. The right one, anyway. No one can stand against Megatron’s charisma, his leadership. I couldn’t. No one could. Not Starscream. Not Blitzwing. Not Lugnut. Especially not him. But let’s see what the Sarge says.
Sentinel looks confused, then angry. “Megatron uses fear to keep those scumbags in line. Nothing else. Understand?”
I nod, as he would expect. Megatron told me to be predictable. So I am. The quiet, reassuring one, always ready to help a fellow Autobot.
Sentinel seems assured I understand. He’s wrong, though. Megatron rarely uses, or needs to use fear. Only on that Seeker, Starscream. The rest of us already know how strong he is. We’ve seen it on the battlefield.
I wonder why I’m thinking so much today. Maybe because of the subject. Decepticons. Evil. Am I evil? I don’t consider myself evil. I’m only standing up for what I believe in, even if I’m undercover.
I wonder how Sarge would feel if I transformed and handed his aft to him?
I can’t do that. I’m Longarm, wannabe Intel Officer. I’ve taken training while with the Decepticons, for long undercover missions. The stress, they tell me, is unbearable after a few solar cycles. Play the role, they told me. I’m not supposed to be thinking about killing Sentinel. Pit, they even have therapy for that.
I wonder if I’ll need it.
Class is dismissed, and I walk out to the cafeteria with my fellow cadets. One of them, Blurr, if I remember correctly, catches up with me. He’s Bumblebee’s replacement.
“Hey-y Longarm, How’ve you-u been?” he asks.
Blurr talks fast, but I understand him.
“Fine, you?” the reassuring one, I tell myself. We enter the cafeteria.
“Well-l I’m personally convinced that I’m-m gonna fail the test on different Decepticon traits and-d specs, and--”
“Anarchy-deceptiveness-confusion.” Pointless and nonsensical. “Triple-changer, seeker, gun-former, intel, and recon.”
His optics widened. “Thanks-s.” and he runs off. I grab my energon and sit with my ‘friends.’ That’s what they call me. I call them sources. They don’t talk to me much. They know I don’t mind. And I don’t. But every so often, one of them drops a line, and I take it. Today, the topic is Decepticons.
It’s not usual for the topic of the day to be what they’re learning about, but there’s something wild and rebel about Decepticons. I know from experience-it’s the same with Decepticons, but about Autobots.
As I discuss who is worse: Megatron or Starscream, I almost forget why I’m here. Some times, I can perfectly pretend I’m just a quiet bot who wants to be a Prime.
It never completely leaves me, though. I’m Shockwave, double agent on Cybertron. Not some rookie who’s never seen an astro-second of battle in his life.
Still, it never hurts to play the part.
Review, please. Should I do a sequel?