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I was driving this evening; going down the highway with my partner in the passenger seat. We were on our way to his friend’s house, talking idly about our broken sink and other small things. However, like so many other times, that feeling washed over me. As suddenly as it always has when a memory comes on, I found myself in another moment in that instant. I tried to ignore it, focused on the road ahead of me, but even now it still lingers.
In the blink of an eye I was elsewhere. The tone was hazy, reminiscent of a foggy summer night. Dim lighting filled the cavernous hollow of underground interworkings ahead of me. They were more than familiar, more than just sullen passageways. I knew exactly where this was. It didn’t take long at all for me to place the location as the underground tunnels of Kaon.
I know that I’ve been to them times a plenty, more than I ought to have. The dealings that went on down there, the plans, the conversations... everything. This was where it all began, the birthplace of the decepticon movement at its core. Although I wasn’t there from the very beginning, I was there to see enough of its upstart. To be fair, I was recruited in its early stages, even if I wasn’t the first.
From before than, I had only seen everything from above. I had only looked down on the fights, on the gladiators of kaon’s coliseums, on Megatron. That’s what everyone else saw too, as not many ever even knew of these tunnels existence. It had been during my reign as air commander of Vos, my science detail having been short lived once the city-states begun to raise a fuss, that my interest in attending these events was given into. This is where it all begins, where my life would take its sharpest turn.
Everything started to come together here when I was approached by Soundwave. An odd mech from what I could make of him at first, and one I would later learn to watch out for. At first I was wary at his request, wary of who he exactly was, though it was no surprise to me that I was being sought out. I had skills other mechs could only dream of possessing, and my rankings at the war academy were enough to prove it without a show. Still, I wasn’t about to work for just anyone. Upon mentioning who he was sent by however, my mind was immediately more open to taking up his offer. I was ecstatic.
From that introduction, I was to meet with Megatron. “The Megatron” that I had watched all those times from the standings, whose matches I memorized down to every detail, and whose victories I idolized. To be requested by someone like that, me specifically, was what I had been waiting for. This was what I had always wanted, to be noticed and hand selected by this mech that had come so far from beneath it all. I didn’t know at the time what I was getting myself into, and yet all the same I didn’t care. Even now, with how I know what it all turns out to be, I’d do it all over again.
That was my first time down those tunnels, the first time I was drawn into the fly trap of my life. It was right then and there that I came into contact with what I wanted, and what I would be sure that I would succeed in having. Power.
Although, I find out much later, that power is not all that simple. I find out that nothing good comes from being in a sense of false control. The truth being that power is a lie, one that you’ll only lose yourself in once it consumes you. In those tunnels I may have realized that, may have been able to stop what was to come. Our plans went smoothly of course then; I harbor no ill memories from those times we spent down them. I still had integrity, I had promise; but those things were lost along the way.
Those tunnels are where they remain. Stagnant in memory, unchanging through time. They are there, residual through it all, right where I left them. Its when I think about them that it all comes back to me, and where I know those times came to an end. Before the planet went dark, before we were dispersed; that’s where everything began. Those old underground tunnels of Kaon are where its buried.
End Log 2.
-Starscream
In the blink of an eye I was elsewhere. The tone was hazy, reminiscent of a foggy summer night. Dim lighting filled the cavernous hollow of underground interworkings ahead of me. They were more than familiar, more than just sullen passageways. I knew exactly where this was. It didn’t take long at all for me to place the location as the underground tunnels of Kaon.
I know that I’ve been to them times a plenty, more than I ought to have. The dealings that went on down there, the plans, the conversations... everything. This was where it all began, the birthplace of the decepticon movement at its core. Although I wasn’t there from the very beginning, I was there to see enough of its upstart. To be fair, I was recruited in its early stages, even if I wasn’t the first.
From before than, I had only seen everything from above. I had only looked down on the fights, on the gladiators of kaon’s coliseums, on Megatron. That’s what everyone else saw too, as not many ever even knew of these tunnels existence. It had been during my reign as air commander of Vos, my science detail having been short lived once the city-states begun to raise a fuss, that my interest in attending these events was given into. This is where it all begins, where my life would take its sharpest turn.
Everything started to come together here when I was approached by Soundwave. An odd mech from what I could make of him at first, and one I would later learn to watch out for. At first I was wary at his request, wary of who he exactly was, though it was no surprise to me that I was being sought out. I had skills other mechs could only dream of possessing, and my rankings at the war academy were enough to prove it without a show. Still, I wasn’t about to work for just anyone. Upon mentioning who he was sent by however, my mind was immediately more open to taking up his offer. I was ecstatic.
From that introduction, I was to meet with Megatron. “The Megatron” that I had watched all those times from the standings, whose matches I memorized down to every detail, and whose victories I idolized. To be requested by someone like that, me specifically, was what I had been waiting for. This was what I had always wanted, to be noticed and hand selected by this mech that had come so far from beneath it all. I didn’t know at the time what I was getting myself into, and yet all the same I didn’t care. Even now, with how I know what it all turns out to be, I’d do it all over again.
That was my first time down those tunnels, the first time I was drawn into the fly trap of my life. It was right then and there that I came into contact with what I wanted, and what I would be sure that I would succeed in having. Power.
Although, I find out much later, that power is not all that simple. I find out that nothing good comes from being in a sense of false control. The truth being that power is a lie, one that you’ll only lose yourself in once it consumes you. In those tunnels I may have realized that, may have been able to stop what was to come. Our plans went smoothly of course then; I harbor no ill memories from those times we spent down them. I still had integrity, I had promise; but those things were lost along the way.
Those tunnels are where they remain. Stagnant in memory, unchanging through time. They are there, residual through it all, right where I left them. Its when I think about them that it all comes back to me, and where I know those times came to an end. Before the planet went dark, before we were dispersed; that’s where everything began. Those old underground tunnels of Kaon are where its buried.
End Log 2.
-Starscream
