It seemed as though they had no freedom on this planet , in these bodies. Like everything they had was stripped from them when they were put in their new wretched and weak frames. There was no freedom of speech, anything negative that was said towards Megatron had them screeching in agony. They were drones, they were forced to do whatever the command was. And there was no denying that order. Other wise , there would be consequences.
The room was filled with a dim light , the air was flat and the large helicopter sat on the middle of his small cold berth. Coolant ran down from his visor as the grey mech ran his tolans a crossed one of his arms, letting the energon that flowed out fall to the berth.
Sometimes he had wondered if staying in the dentition centre would have been better. Instantly the 'copter shook that thought. That place was an internal nothing. It was a void filled with nothing but your thoughts. If it wasn't for Starscream his whole team would still be stuck in there. He should be thankful for that sneaky jet for saving them from that horrid place. But in the end , he had betrayed them. For he was part of the reason that had the loyalty coding put into their system. That is what made them chain to the command of the all might Lord Megatron.
On the bright side , him and his teammates weren't in the box anymore. That still didn't make them free. They may have their own bodies , they may have had thought of their own but the coding burned.
The last time that one of the team mates had tried to disobey Megatron's order had Vortex's rotor nearly torn off , his frame falling apart. Onslaught had a cracked visor and both of his back canons bent. As for Swindle, he had all of his digits bent and broken and Brawl had the same fate as Onslaught with a broken visor and bent canon.
Luckily, Blast Off wasn't there to face Megatron's brutality, though he felt his teammates pain trough their forced gestalt bond. The loyalty coding itching in his processor, making him want to rip off his own mental skin.
When they had reached Hook's medical slab, he had look at them in disbelief. Then shook his head and began to work on Vortex's broken rotors.
The helicopter continued to scratch at his arm, making sure that the cuts that were already there dug deeper, hoping that maybe he would hit a main energon line that laid dormant inside his armor.
The frame that Starscrean had made for him was weak. His cybertronian frame was much stronger as well as big. Much nicer looking. It wasn't made of this pathetic earth junk.
Then the thought of Cybertron and the golden ages had came to his mind as he watch the energon rush out. Quickly, he started to claw his other arm to cause more self inflection to himself.
The golden ages had been a much better time. It was a time that he was able to enjoy himself and a time with out a war.
Oh he could do so much without this war right now. Maybe if they had won this war Megatron would getting rid of the coding that was etched into his mind. It was a good thing he as chose the right side. What he'd do to get back old Cybertron.
On a side note, other decepticons look at them with disgust, they were weak in their eyes. Bruticus himself was strong, they all knew that. The combiner could possible take out more than half their men. But their strength was limited. The combaticons were a laughing stock. All thanks to the great and powerful Megatron.
The energon on the berth had began to stain. Vortex then put on of his servos in the puddle of blood , feeling the sticky liquidy substance.
"Is this life really worth living ?' He the combaticon thought to himself. His thoughts reaching the darkest parts of his processor. Moving his servo from the drying blood, he lead it up to his neck. It was such a nice thought that he could end it now. To make all his pain and suffering disappear. To join others that had died in this war.
