Lost Memories | Transformers Prime

Lost Memories | Transformers Prime

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A Decepticon, a heart hardened from the raging war on Cybertron that now has made its way to Earth. Skystriker is known for her ruthlessness towards her enemies, as well as her agression towards even her fellow Decepticons. Knowing this, not many dare to even try to speak in her direction. Megatron, seeing her as a threat to his power above the Decepticons, sabotages her mission - trying to offline her permanently. The attempt failed, but the severely damaged Skystriker wouldn't last long on her own. Then, by some stroke of a miracle, the Autobots recovered her unconscious, critically conditioned body. At first, they were wary and relatively ambivalent on letting the Decepticon die, but eventually agreed on a consensus to interrogate her knowledge of the Decepticons rather than to simply let this one in a million chance rot away in the form of a corpse. They soon found out though, that when she awoke, her memories of the war were gone... Future Author's Note: Ahem*.. Cringeworthy Content Ahead - ungood and not proofread. I repeat - this story is cringe.
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