Shortly after I swore myself to Megatron's banner, he gave me my first mission into Autobot territory. The details are unimportant - and classified - but suffice to say it was dangerous, even lethal. I knew it for what it was - a trial by fire - and leaped in without hesitation. Humans have a phrase for my situation at that point - "do or die." Megatron has low tolerance for failure, and I, despite my inexperience and a bit of disorientation, was determined not to fail.
When I emerged, I reported to Megatron's throne room, my circuits filled to the brim with my first victory, and Megatron stood before all of his troops, all of those imposing war machines he surrounded himself with in those days, and he praised me - a small Cassetticon, his most junior recruit, standing there among all those mighty Decepticons (doomed to die within a century, but that's another story) with the paint still fresh on my sigil. He called me his most valuable spy and ordered his subordinates learn from my example.
This is something that no one and nothing, not even death, can ever take away from me - that Megatron values me even above his mightiest warriors.
Muse: Ravage
Fandom: Transformers