Transformers re-Prime-d (Season 1)

Operation Breakdown

Day of the Zombie's rise:

My head hurt. My eyes were shut. Everything felt loose, free, snug, as if I was floating in a lucid dream-state. Submerged underneath a sea waking thoughts. Images, broken, fractured scenes played, some on repeat. Annoyance: the feeling of annoyance. Starscream was there. Restraint. No restraint. No care. No thought of consequence. No thought of hierarchy: Absence of order. Everything appeared clearly, so clearly to my optics it was as if I had been blind every minute before and every moment after. Blinding slashes engulfed the scene. Then nothing: The absence of being. I sliced right through him, as if he was nothing, and nothing but scrap lay on the ground. Skyquake's remains, now nothing but scrap. Eyes opened. Wide-eyed. I didn't like the attention. I- it was almost as if I had just disappeared.

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"... most of her injuries..."

That voice...

"... uncertain battle..."

Where do I know that voice from...

"... But, the worst were self-sustained..."

Whatever it is, it is annoying... Why... Why can't I move? Am I dead? Urgh. No. Too much pain. Ah, uh, AAAAHHHHH!

"She's seizing!"

Darkness... Redness... Pain filled wails... This is not death... What I want is death.

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Day of Shadow's mission:

I crashed to the floor.

"Wake Up!"

New voice.

Slammed into the wall. Clunked against the floor.

"Wake—"

My claw, I can—

Slash

Megatron's arm fell to the ground. Ghost is kicked into another far wall.

Sweet relief... The pain... The physical pain distracts me from what's mental. It must be... It- it...

Everything began to fade again into painful darkness.

Maybe this time I won't wake up... then this slag would be done with.

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I was restrained to a cold, medical table... Perhaps on an examining table? I could move neither my arms nor my legs from their cuffs. The lasers seared my symbiotic flesh when I attempted to free myself of them.

"Rise and shine, outlier," the first voice said again, "You have an entire day full of testing to look forward to."

I was in a lab. Cold metal. Plain design. Cabinets. Beakers. Sharp equipment. Counters. This examining table was just one of the attractions. I knew the layout, I didn't know how, but I did. All without opening my eyes. While closed, this could all still be a nightmare: Maybe even a huge misunderstanding.

The shriek of an electric drill invaded my audio receptors. Electric. Energon. Dark energon? Its point pierced the biometric flesh of my palm. My body came alive. I remember loud cries accompanying my flailing limbs. I could not hold still. Not until I felt nothing again. And then it stopped. And I was on the ground.