Post by nightridge on Aug 27, 2009 0:59:16 GMT -5
From Sparkling to Teenager:
I wasn't always what I am now, a lying and decieveing Decepticon as reputation goes. No but a mere innocent Autobot sparkling or hatchling, whichever they call it these days, given to a regular Autobot family to be raised by. This is where it all started actually you see I didn't exactly have the best of 'parents' to be raised by neither do I remember them nor their names.
Let's begin with my mother whow as young and I guess beautiful, as I said I forgot, maybe just pretty or average who I guess did treat me okay but nto liek to be expected. Often she jsut left me alone until I was 8 steller cycles to where I rarely had any time with her. THen there wa smy father-strong and seemign to be kind but that was an act when we met friends or whatever. WHen at our 'home' he got drunk half the time and a few times I guess abusive often enoough.
At this point at 10 steller cycles I was entitled to joint he Autobots to which I did. It was alot of young bots' dreams to be in the Autobtos, to which the war was still happening. ANy how, back to my life story. We were being assigned names since we didn't get them until that age and the best they ahd was Night for me but through a few months half the time being a nusance and retty much driving everyone crazy with disobedience and doing my own style of things I got the name 'Nightridge' instead.From then on however I was never welcomed and wasn't the most strong bot you could say, fairly weak back then.
By 12 and 13 steller cycles I continued to break the laws of Cybertron doing what I wished form vandilizing buildings, playing tricks ont he superiors, and othe rthigns that ended bme up in the brig. Well also by then I was beginning to join Squadrons. But this didn't go well for even with good 'people' skills no one accepted the way I acted nor the way i ahd become. After awhile I had no one-no friends,my parents ahd said I wa smore trouble then I was worth, and even a few others.
From Autobot to Decepticon-The one I trusted turned to be the one I most hated:
BY this time from 14 to 16 steller cycles I was placed in the scout Squadron alone and empty inside. But the only bot to try and amke frineds with me was a femme called Sidedrift,. She told me alot of thigns, hell she just plain wouldn't shut up, but her sparkw a sin the right place no doubt. FOr ohours and hours she would talk to me when no one else seemed to even take a second glance.
Then that was when the real thing came...war. Sidedrift was a double agent so as a scout I had to pass information to which I did. Until the very mission that made me see I wasn't what I thought I was.
THe decepticons discovered Sidedrift as a double agent and she wa snearly killed, my SQuadron were just in the nck of time to save her sorry ass from being executed but att price of saving her I became stuck by a fallen piece of roof. A fire was becoming a burning inferno to which could have burned me alive. I called for help but the ones in my group near by said it would be no use and they left. However, Sidedirft had stayed and was trying to move it but couldn't.
Telling me to hang tight she fetched help but mintues passed and she never returned.Whent he inferno wa snearly upon me someone,well a few actuall, helped me. Where they par tof my Squad memebers? No! THey were Deceptiocns and my enemies! I was scared, more scared then I could have ever been. Instead of killing me on the spot they ende dup trianing me and showing me the ways of a DEcepticon, of a real warrior.
Over the next several months I took aprt in attacks and raids but when I was caught they figured out who I wa sand I ws trialed like my new comrades and sentenced to death. Before that however we managed to get free, I don't know how but we were free.
But I will never forget that say, the very same day i saw who USE to be my friend. Sidedrift stopped shooting, our optics meeting for a fraction od a nanoclick and I felt immediate hatred.She ahd been soemone I trusted and she left me to die! The mental and physical scars are there and I swore ont hat day I would never be an Autobot for as long as I had a spark burning inside me and to never trust another bot again. Not with my life.
I wasn't always what I am now, a lying and decieveing Decepticon as reputation goes. No but a mere innocent Autobot sparkling or hatchling, whichever they call it these days, given to a regular Autobot family to be raised by. This is where it all started actually you see I didn't exactly have the best of 'parents' to be raised by neither do I remember them nor their names.
Let's begin with my mother whow as young and I guess beautiful, as I said I forgot, maybe just pretty or average who I guess did treat me okay but nto liek to be expected. Often she jsut left me alone until I was 8 steller cycles to where I rarely had any time with her. THen there wa smy father-strong and seemign to be kind but that was an act when we met friends or whatever. WHen at our 'home' he got drunk half the time and a few times I guess abusive often enoough.
At this point at 10 steller cycles I was entitled to joint he Autobots to which I did. It was alot of young bots' dreams to be in the Autobtos, to which the war was still happening. ANy how, back to my life story. We were being assigned names since we didn't get them until that age and the best they ahd was Night for me but through a few months half the time being a nusance and retty much driving everyone crazy with disobedience and doing my own style of things I got the name 'Nightridge' instead.From then on however I was never welcomed and wasn't the most strong bot you could say, fairly weak back then.
By 12 and 13 steller cycles I continued to break the laws of Cybertron doing what I wished form vandilizing buildings, playing tricks ont he superiors, and othe rthigns that ended bme up in the brig. Well also by then I was beginning to join Squadrons. But this didn't go well for even with good 'people' skills no one accepted the way I acted nor the way i ahd become. After awhile I had no one-no friends,my parents ahd said I wa smore trouble then I was worth, and even a few others.
From Autobot to Decepticon-The one I trusted turned to be the one I most hated:
BY this time from 14 to 16 steller cycles I was placed in the scout Squadron alone and empty inside. But the only bot to try and amke frineds with me was a femme called Sidedrift,. She told me alot of thigns, hell she just plain wouldn't shut up, but her sparkw a sin the right place no doubt. FOr ohours and hours she would talk to me when no one else seemed to even take a second glance.
Then that was when the real thing came...war. Sidedrift was a double agent so as a scout I had to pass information to which I did. Until the very mission that made me see I wasn't what I thought I was.
THe decepticons discovered Sidedrift as a double agent and she wa snearly killed, my SQuadron were just in the nck of time to save her sorry ass from being executed but att price of saving her I became stuck by a fallen piece of roof. A fire was becoming a burning inferno to which could have burned me alive. I called for help but the ones in my group near by said it would be no use and they left. However, Sidedirft had stayed and was trying to move it but couldn't.
Telling me to hang tight she fetched help but mintues passed and she never returned.Whent he inferno wa snearly upon me someone,well a few actuall, helped me. Where they par tof my Squad memebers? No! THey were Deceptiocns and my enemies! I was scared, more scared then I could have ever been. Instead of killing me on the spot they ende dup trianing me and showing me the ways of a DEcepticon, of a real warrior.
Over the next several months I took aprt in attacks and raids but when I was caught they figured out who I wa sand I ws trialed like my new comrades and sentenced to death. Before that however we managed to get free, I don't know how but we were free.
But I will never forget that say, the very same day i saw who USE to be my friend. Sidedrift stopped shooting, our optics meeting for a fraction od a nanoclick and I felt immediate hatred.She ahd been soemone I trusted and she left me to die! The mental and physical scars are there and I swore ont hat day I would never be an Autobot for as long as I had a spark burning inside me and to never trust another bot again. Not with my life.