by Scramblebot » Thu May 17, 2007 3:44 am
The First time.
"Decepticon Combatant Medic Scramble. Formerly of Seeker Squad 0279 Personal Log." The violet seeker sat, there staring blankly at the small recorder, the femmebot's glowing purple eyes(Only a lighter shade than her primary paint shop. The Secondary being a Dark Purple including insignias and wing stripes.) dimmed as she thought back. "Why I have started this personal log is unkown, but the choice has been made. Perhaps should I fall during the Great War my personal logs may allow the listiner a clearer picture of the conflict that dominates my present existance." Pausing she pressed the replay button and listined. Frowning a little, it seemed to sound more like a millitary log than she locked shaking her head she pressed another button and spoke. "Delete segments zero and one. Restart recording at Segment Zero." She pressed the button again and waited for a few astroseconds before she began recording again.
"I am a Decepticon. A mantle I have taken up in light of my fallen lovers dream. To see Cybertron and the Galaxy brought under the wise leadership of Mechanoid civlization. His designatoin was Voltcharge, but I knew him as his orignal name Kekil." Her optics shut down for a moment as she allowed her memory banks to drift back to her friend and lover. A mechanoid turned from peaceful prospecting for energy resources to light infantry scout for the Decepticon cause. "t is my dream to see the worlds and energy resources he spoke of finding and exploring myself in his memory. My current designation is Scramble, my actual name has little meaning anymore with the city of my creation under attack. My Primary function is that of a Combatant Medic. Specifcally I am to perform search and rescue, along with in field repair operations at the frontlines. I am also expected to be able to handle any Autobot resistance I encounter. I do not look forward to these inevitable confrontations, but I harden my spark to the fact that over time I will be forced again and again to extingish the life giving spark of another. It is a vain open that I will be able to avoid such things." Her voice had taken a depressed tone as she focused attempting to steady herself pushing away memories of her permaintly inoperative friend and companion.
"I do not remember much after the blinding pain of my particular reformatting." Chuckling a little softly as she recalled the event, she continued. "Orignally I had no alternate mode, nor was my current at the time chasis fit for combat. I opted to allow my body to be reformed into a Seeker design to serve my choosen factions purposes. Due to my skills in Mechanoid repair, I was eagerly accepted as a battle field emergency maintance technician." Scramble's metallic lips upturned into a small smile. "Or in laymens terms a combat medic. I am unsure how long the exact process take, as I was completely rebuildt from the ground up. When I was allowed into service, cleared, armed and equipment the great shut down transpired. I slept like most of my comrades though the passing years of this blank spot in our history, until I was reactivated. I was unsure of the exact location of my first combat experience, which I will get to in a few moments." Shaking her head a little, her right hand settling the recording machine down and caressing her left arm which contained a small assortment of emergency repair tools.
"My first combat experience was on a small scale hit and run raid on an energy resource transport. Myself and four other seekers were assigned. My Squad leaders name was Richot, the assualt overall went well, I only had to patch one wing belonging to a Decepticon I don't care to remember." Optics relighting as she stared upward at the roof. Scrambles mind raced unsure if she should say the next part. "The raid itself had no overall effect on me, its what I was forced to partake in afterwards. Three Autobot prisoners where taken." Unknowingly her fists clenched tightly. "Richot ordered myself and this particularly unpleasant comrade to dispose of captives. I nearly went into systems shock from this order. I can still remember the battered autobots blue body knelt infront of me. His left arm had been blasted off in the breif firefight, and his chasis was covered in small rents and cracks. I felt the energon in my body slow, turning my head I saw my comrade in arms eagerly blast one of the captives in the back of the head. Sending his head componet scattered into a hundred peices on the ground. I was still naive then, and for the first time the thought of the rashness of my choice hit me. Did I really join the Decepticons because I agreed with them? Or had I done it in anger at the spur of a confusion and emotionally charged moment. Trauma to put it bluntly. I couldn't bring myself to blast the helpless transformer before me, even as the second prisoner was executed mine stayed functional." Leaning forward she pressed the button on her recorder, switching from recording to playback. Listing carefully to her own words, attempting to digest her own words and actions past. "I remember being mocked and jeered as I stood there frozen behind my captive, unable to bring myself to so ruthlessly slaughter another I fired my Ionic Scrambler at maximum burst at the helpless autobots back. His form jerked and spasmed as his directional circuts, and equlibrium where thrown off tossing him to the ground. Hoping that my comrades had yet to lean of my personal armament, I turned to face my squad mates. Richot himself approached my and smashed across my cranium." Absently she foudn her left hand caressing the steel armor that now protected her head as the memory returned. "Finish the job he commanded. My Left optic was disable from the force of the blow I turned after regaining my balance to see that the autobot was attempting to push himself back up. Again I hesitated finally until I felt the barrel of my commanders weapon prodded into my back. I'll never forget or forgive my own actions. Fear rushed though me as I drew my side arm aimed..." Pressing the button again, her torso turned as she slammed her fist into the wall of the old building she had occupied for this purpose. Hurting her hand more than leaving a mark in the wall she yelped in pain. Brushing her metallic fingers over her sore knuckles she, pressed the record switch yet again. "I fired upon him, the first shot however didn't terminate him. My hand was shaking and the shot was off center. Instead of penetraiting his memory core I simply heavily damaged the right side of his head. I still hear that particular autobots wail of pain as he went down. His optics shattered by the blow and the right side of his cranium in ruin. I screamed and fired again and again and again. Finally my weapons energy supply ran dry and it refused to fire. I tried to turn away without looking, but was forced around to stare in a distorted horror at the many blast wounds I had inflicted on the lightly armored Autobot. I'll never know his name, if he was like me, if we could have been friends. That did not matter anymore. Aliseeka had ceased to exist at that point, and now Scramble was born. I have found my way though two minor and one major operation since reactivation. In time I will record my thoughts and feelings on these." A thundering explosion some distance off caused the crippled building she found refuge in to tremble..
"For now I must go. Perhaps these recordings will prove as a cleanser for my Spark in that I may confession and record the events of this horrible war so that future mechanoids can avoid it. I do not know if the battle I must now join will be successful or if I will even return to continue these recordings. The city of my creation is under seige and I've been ordered to the fronts. May Primus protect and guide my hands in the healing of the damaged. May the Ultimate Warrior guide my weapons, so my enemies deaths are quick and painless." The femmebot stopped recording again and at that moment considered deleting the recording she made. No she decided. It could be twisted into evidance for treason, but it could also be one of the few recordings about the Great War to survive. She saved the log onto the small diskette inside of the machine. Removing it, she considered hiding it, shaking her head yet again. What did it matter if she hid it or not? Decepticons were allowed to keep personal logs after all. She left the disk there in that small ruined building close to the front. Assuming that after the battle, victory or retreat she would have time to recover it.
