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Lesson 1:
Knowing where you stand
Everyone joined the war out of survival. Yeah, we like to pretend their were good reason to pick Autobot or Decepticon. But no, we picked the side who we thought could win and in turn, get us the bigger reward.
For some it was liberations from oppression for other it was just to stick it to the religious “rite of kings” nonsense that have been driving our society down to devastation. Pits, I even know people who joined “just cuz”.
Those suckers are the ones you should real feel sorry about. Imagine waking up one day and being like.
“Ah scrap, I’m a Autobot”
Don’t even get me started how much of a impossible chore it is to switch sides. Especially if you’re a Con trying to get into that holier than thou clubhouse. Not to mention the constant fear of the DJD.
And if you do pick a side because of morals, you’d be surprised how time changes even that aspect.
Join the Decepticons to liberate the oppressed and take down a evil government. To bad, now you’re doing Genocide on organics that has transformed into a evil empire, Frag all to do with anything.
Join the Autobots to enforce religion on the masses, establish isolationism and put the slaves and disposable back in their place. That’s funny cuz the leader seems to preach Philosophy of freedom of choice that spits in the face of Devine rite of kings. Become liberators of the oppressed and superheroes to the organics targeted, again seemingly for no reason.
Well at least the Autobot woke up one day and were like.
“Oh scrap, we are the good guys.”
And anyone still telling themselves that the decepticon are the good guy need to get their head out of there aft.
So that’s what bring me here.
Hello I am Boltlock. I am a Decepticon.
I chose to be because not only did the odds look better but the morals were solidly in line with my personal beliefs. Proving once and for all that I shouldn’t gamble because clearly I suck at it.
A timeline for my life is simple. I’m a front-liner transport. I am also super special.
I’m a triple changer. I turn into a rocket ship and a train. Yes yes, I know how unoriginal. Well try being me. I’m the one stuck with a super special ability that someone more popular has.
Well regardless I have more pressing matters. You see, at this moment I am dying.
Not in battle of corse. Did you read the title of this? The universe has dictated I have a inglorious death or a pitiful existence. That’s all cowards like me deserve. Some might call it karma.
I am also currently in a escape pod with a hole in my chest. Our armada blew up and we were told to relocate to some place or another but not me. Nope, I’m booking it as far away as I can.
See, it’s become clear as day go by that the Autobots are winning this war.
We are gonna loses. And I am scared what they might do to us.
I know the current Prime is merciful and kind and bla bla bla but. I also know he’s old. And his successor is a hot he’d hyper emotional dip stick who I don’t want choosing if I get smelted, imprisoned or we all get labeled as disposable or relegated to slaves.
It’s all up in the air. But I know we aren’t winning. I’m not lucky enough to be on the side that wins.
The true victors are the neutrals. They got to continue their life’s elsewhere. Develop their culture, exist in piece. They don’t even need to come back after the war if they don’t want. They wouldn’t be forced to live on a burned world.
I just want out.
I turned off all Comms.
All tracking.
I have vanished.
This is my log before I fall into stasis.
And to anyone who finds this log. Please don’t shoot me.
I am a Coward looking for a way out. No evil intentions. No life plans to fight. I can’t go home anymore and I want nothing to do with this stupid war. I can’t keep doing this, I can’t pretend I have anything left to give. I am tired and will be blacking out soon.
Can’t wait again to wake up and meet you properly. I promise I’m a real swell Mech. And I think I’m funny sooooo, again.
My name is Boltlock, I’m a triple changer and I am a coward. Looking for another chance at life.