Why’d you join your faction?
Skywarp tilts shi helm at the video feed. Shi visor plays crackling waveforms as
//BzzzzZZZZZTTtttt// erupts out of shi speakers.
//You mean the decepticons??//
//Didn’t have a choice. The first two rings of Vos bombed to oblivion, planet’s energon reouted to the pit-damned war effort, the factory-spawned autobots never accepted us, Wingmate Starscream decided to spark-kindle with Decepticon High Command to unify what was left of home* with Megatron’s forces...I am loyal to the bitter end//
Skywarp’s visor slides open, revealing nothing but a maw of mandibles and grinding wheels. Sparks fly as energon crystals and scrap metals get ground down into pieces and processed.
Wings hike up and panels flip open and slide, revealing rows of cameras that stare into the video feed. The optics swivel and look down, looking downtrodden if a human had rows of sorrowful eyes on their limbs.
//I stayed for the endlings, the newframes, the newsparks built out of my metal, the littles ones crafted by my own claws, sparked by my Winglord, our liege, mind coded into existence by Soundwave, taught to survive by ...
it doesn’t matter, you try manufacturing the next generation, knowing they might possibly be the last //
translation note by NEST xenobiologists: Home here is marked with glyphs meaning Vos, first ring.