****Scavenger****
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It was four o'clock in the morning on a Monday and I looked at the options I had in the only working vending machine in the train station.
Coffee and tea blends, maybe hot milk? Hot Cocoa?
As usual, I went for the hot chocolate.
It took me a few tries to get what I wanted, I couldn't find my debit card, as usual it had ended at the bottom of my handbag.
I slowly savoured the overpriced drink, while I waited for the stupid train that was late, as usual.
What was not usual, is the robot wolf that just walked in and used the vending machine, with cash.
I said nothing because there are three main reasons people use vending machines, impaciente, convenience and a desire to avoid talking to others. I happened to belong to the later group and even if said person was a metal wolf my curiosity is not stronger that my antisocial tendencies.
Then I woke up back in a metalic body, almost cursing the stupid dream I had.
Flawored Energon is nice but is not hot cocoa. And due to the warnings about corrupted memory I drank too much spiced oil, no wonder I felt like scrap.
"Nova, status report."
[There is nothing to worry about yet.]
That... was suspicious.
"What are George Washington Carver eight cardinal virtues?" A question only me or Nova could answer since he wouldn't be born for a very long time.
[First, be clean both inside and outside. Second, who neither looks up to the rich or down on the poor. Third, who loses, if needs be, without squealing. Fourth, who wins without bragging. Fifth, who
is always considerate of women, children and old people. Sixth, who is too brave to lie. Seventh, who is too generous to cheat. Eighth, who takes his share of the world and lets other people have theirs.]
Good advice from a good man, that unfortunately I could not follow in a cruel universe. Primus exists but so does his brother.
Mercy is the privilege of the strong after all.
But... was I really so weak?
Without the Prime and Megatron around, with clear indications I had Primus attention and with the power of the Lone Star and the resources I had due to the space station being such a prominent trading hub... I wasn't weak.
Yes, I could afford to be gentle, in fact I should, not because I apparently was some piece in a game of cosmic chess between two god brothers but because I didn't forget why I was a former Decepticon.
For Freedom from oppression, for equal rights, for fairness.
Neither Decepticons or Autobots had their hands clean, both sides had made mistakes and committed war crimes.
But currently Optimus Prime side looked the closest to what the original Decepticons had wanted, before it became all about Megatron's ego. Unfortunately, I can't join him, I do admire him but I do not share all of his ideals and goals. I am also not joining future Galvatron side, that would be taking a leak over Nova Prime's legacy.
'So that means... well I am basically the second in command of a third faction, may as well make it official, right? Even if I have to think of a name that fits.'
"To be clean both inside and outside... uh?" Outside was always easier, then... then I would need to have a talk with my boss. I wouldn't tell him the exact truth but as close as I could. I wouldn't mention the sword but I would mention the visions.
Then... then I would have to do something about the War on Mars that I caused.
Because I was tired of running away, and because if I crush others just because they are in the way... then that just makes me another Megatron; another Starscream.
That's... that is not who I want to be.
So I won't.
Besides, there will be always bots who are not happy with either Decepticons or Autobots; for several reasons but do not want to go to the other side.
How many of them would want to go to a possible suicide mission in Mars, that I didn't know.
AN: Scavenger is owning it to the War she caused; for good and bad. And finally taking charge of the third faction she created almost by accident.
