"My name is General Bryce, as you probably know." I nod at his words. "Listen here, your friends are robots in disguise and everything needs to be put into factor of your missions:
Location
Time
Inhabitants
People
Decepticons
Damage
Etc.
You understand what I'm going at?" I nod and he continues "So wherever you are, take into account of those things. You may find yourself being torn apart by people who don't understand." I shake my helm and growl "If anything, the humans will be the ones being torn apart--- no scratch that. The ones being.... shredded." I grinned evilly at the word and the 4 humans go pale in fear. "What's wrong? Did you forget how helicopter or rotor/propeller bots use their rotors/propellers to shred their opponents?"
The camera guy stutters "B-But I thought you were an autobot!" I growl "How many times are people going to assume that I'm a bot just because I'm with them!!! Listen here, and I'm only saying this once because I have had to tell too many people this 'I am not a autobot. I will never BE an autobot, work FOR an autobot, fight WITH an autobot, or ever associtate with an autobot. I do not care for neither Autobots nor Decepticons." General Bryce asks "Why not? Why not choose a side?" "I was abandoned as a child by both!! Optimus Prime and Megatron. They built me as a cool idea. Megatron wanted me for evil and Optimus left me behind. I didn't get a choice." I respond.
I stand up and start walking away. "Where are you going? I wasn't finished yet!" Bryce yells to me. I growl "Out to kill my father who is probably out fighting with his imposter." "No you're not!" He yells back. A bunch of military guys surround me with grapple guns. I smirk and step over them. The shoot their guns and I flip around, getting out my katanas and cutting the grapples off. I turn back around, putting my katanas away and transform, flying off.
(sorry for short chapter)
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Warriors (Wheeljack X Oc)
RomanceThere once was a mech whose emotions were cursed. If he dare feel something, he would die without worth. Through madness he crept, the son of the dark. He hoped for emotion, to ease his broken spark. Emotion at last, he wept with joy, not knowing at...
