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I ran for my life as bullets sprayed past my form on the battlefield. This battle on one side of Cybertron is lost, and I have a second chance of escaping this pit of nightmares. I'm tired of this long battle. The sparks of those I've offlined burns through my processor. I can remember their voices clearly in my audio receiver. The ghost of their presence still lingers as I secretly return to the battlefield to silently mourn for the deaths of my comrades and those who I used to be comrades with before choosing sides. I didn't choose to be a killer, but here I am, energon dripping off my servos and the rest of my frame. A couple of scars and wounds litter my body. Searching for my crew, I decided to devise a plan to escape the shadow of this war. I called them out for a cube of energon at my habsuite as we discussed the events of the past battles. Their divided attention is focused on me. This is probably my last chance to see my crew before I lose someone else in one more bloody battle.
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Lost Soul
Fanfiction(Y/n) was a Decepticon femme of an old escape pod fleeing the war. Separated from her close crewmates, she wanders around in efforts to gather her lost friends . However, she flees for her life as she is hunted down by the Autobot team. Brought in...
