• I've always wondered what would have happened if I had been with a different commander. Would I have been deemed a war hero? Would I have been in time to save my friend? All of these questions with no answers. I didn't have answers. I had been under Prime's regiment. His orders. If I had known that we would eventually fought the Decepticons. Darn it, Megatron. I would have backed out. I would have rather had torn my spark out. But I didn't know, how could I have known?

    >A crash brought me out of my ramblings. It was just a femme, having dropped her tray of energon. I growled under my breath. Many good 'bots have died protecting our energon stores from the 'Cons. I sighed and...now, where was I? Oh, yeah.<

    Would I have gained the experience? Would I have made some of the best friends since I came online? Bumblebee and Jazz? Ironhide and Ratchet? Prime? The humans? Even Elita? And all the others I have come to know, some that have
    lived. Some that have... offlined. The humans. Darn those humans. Coming back to Cybertron was one of the hardest decisions in my life. Other than that one time. But that's a different story for a different time. They had wanted to come see our home. I couldn't allow that. How could I? They are so frail and weak. So easily damaged.

    >Bzzzz...<

    Huh? What is that? Oh.

    >Someone was trying to contact me. "Gryfyne here....Yes....Can do, sir." The connection died and I stood up. Leaving some credits on the table, I walked out of the indecrete bar. I was in the middle of Vexen. A small city somewhere south of Iacon. I transformed, which felt so familier. I was a silver motorcylcle with red and black markings. I drove north, heading to where I would recieve my orders.<