(Y/n)'s POV
After discussing my plan to leave my rank in the Decepticon army, I invited my crew to join me in escape pods I had in store before the war got really gruesome.
"Are you serious?! Why?!" one of my crew members growled, breaking the silence of my habsuite.
"I can't take another battle with another one of you cons under my care rusting on the battlefield in my peripheral vision again. I had to kill one, no, many of my past friends last time."
"Where will we go?" Another crew member joined in. The whole room became filled with quiet whispers of worry.
"Look, I know you're concerned for where the direction we'll head to, but I dug some research and found a deserted planet far from here that has a few left over energon caches left over from older battles. I've also made a time when we can all stealthily escape." I explained, showing a data pad with the schedule. My crew went silent once again for a moment then finally glanced back at me.
"As much as I'd wanna fight for this planet....Cybertron will never be the same with this war." One of my cons mused. The others nodded in agreement.
"Are you sure we'll be in one piece?"
"I'm sure the chances are high enough to have a scratch-free paintjob." I added.
Little did I know the price I'm paying in the future.
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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...
