Soldier's Perspective
The past days were rough. Training felt like forever. I was injured multiple times and time was my only friend. I was never given repairs, Even for horrible injuries such as: Broken stabilizers, metal snapping, gashes that erupt energon, and even injuries that made me pass out. It was horrible. But then again, my enemy father scheduled my training and trained me.
"Primus sake, do you even know how to fight?" My father asked. I tried standing up but the fractured pistons and broken stabilizers in my pedes wouldn't hold up. "I told you that I can't stand properly." I whine. He growls "Excuse after excuse." The warlord growls. I growl back in annoyance, but he took it as a threat like every other time. He walked over and grabbed the rim of my chassis, lifting me off the ground. He shoved me against the wall and ejected his sword "You're lucky you're my son or I would shove this blade right into your face."
My face changed emotion slightly, but only from an angered expression to a dull one. Megatron noticed and started laughing. "Well well, Soldier. Looks like that one mech did access your emotions." I cock a ridge "Who are you talking about?" Megatron gasped but then evilly smiled and started laughing more and more. Soon, he was basically yelling in laughter. The sad truth is, I actually didn't know what he was talking about. "What is so funny? What are you even talking about, Dad?" I ask, getting nervous. He stops laughing and looks back to me "I'm surprised, but now, I get to do whatever and you won't cry for help for whoever I mentioned." He says. I worry "Wait what---"
He holds up his blaster and shoots my faceplate. The blaster sound was like a snap. I heard the shot so quickely that it sounded like a recording of a blastershot sped up. When I realized what happened, It was too late. I had passed out from the pain and light. I hadn't been exposed to such a bright light in a long time. I woke up in sickbay at another bright light. Shockwave held me down rather than the other cons attaching restrainsts.
I looked down at my frame, seeing all the lazy repairs. "I'll repair the rest of the damage in my lab." Shockwave states. Knockout agrees. Shockwave lifts me up with his blaster arm. Before I knew it, we were in his lab. He set me down lightly and repaired everything else. He went from the pedes up. He was careful around my waist, not to make me feel uncomfortable. Shockwave tapped the wall and a hidden compartment opened up. He took out a sheet of glass and cut them into pieces. I was confused until he removed the shattered pieces from my cockpit and installed the new ones. He put the glass back in the compartment and closed it up. He tapped a few buttons under his neck and shook his helm, then taking a small device out from under his chin. "What is that?" I ask. He lies "Don't know." He sets it in his subspace and gets back to work. I feel him lift my horn up and begin forging. He was fixing the hole in my helm that was made from the shot so long ago. I smack his arm and growl "Don't fix that.... It's a mark I'd like to keep."
He sighs and goes to work on my faceplate but stops. He sets the tool down. He rubs his digits along my faceplate for an odd reason. I sensed horror and worry in him, but why? He spoke up "Your scars.... You look so much like Megatron..." I was extremely confused. He grabbed a reflective piece of glass and held it up for me. My face was truly littered with marks. I did look a lot like my father. I looked to the ground and sighed. "Just put me back in my cell. I don't want to go like this anymore. Tell Megatron to stop. I wish to just be a prisoner." I growl. Shockwave tries to argue but shakes his helm and pulls me up. I notice that I was stable. We walk to my cell and Shockwave attaches the chains to me. I wince when he lets go of me and I drop, the chains nearly pulling my arms off, or so what it felt like.....
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