Striker [> Up for Adoption <]

Capture

I don't own transformers, Just my OC's!

Astrosecond: 1/2 Earth seconds

Breem: 8.3 Earth Minutes

Deca Cycle: 1 Earth Month

Groon: 1 Earth Hour

Joor: 6 Earth Hours

Klik: 1.2 Earth Minutes

Nano-klik: 1 Earth Second

Orn: 1 Earth Week

Solar Cycle: 1 Earth Day

Stellar Cycle: 1 Earth Year

Vorn: Century ~ 100 Years ~ 1 Year on Cybertron.

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"C'mon, Strikes!" Dikes pleaded. I was walking to the target range. He was right over my left shoulder, begging for me to go on a drive.

"I'll get Zeo out here!" I turned and punched him in the faceplates. He fell back as I growled at him. "Leave me alone, Dikes." I grumbled as I walked outside. I saw IronHide watching in amusement at our scene.

"You were never this violent." Dikes whined. I stopped walking and turned my helm to look at him. "Do you face your demons in battle?" His optics fell. "Striker, you have to let that go-" Dikes started.

"Mind your own personal matters, Sparkling." IronHide growled, coming next to me. "It's easier said than done." He grumbled. I clenched my fists.

"I can't. I've tried, Dikes." I said, crossing my arms and averting my optics away from him. I heard Dikes get up.

"What did he do that was so horrible?" I heard IronHide growl at him. I went forward and hovered my hand in front of Dikes and projected what happened to me behind his optics.

Lennox returned my projection core when they came to the base. When IronHide found out that I helped Anna calm with his pictures, he was way nicer to me. He asked for me to play what I played for Annabelle, but I haven't made time for it.

I watched painfully as Dikes watched what I went through. I refrained from in taking any air, but I felt Energon tears leaking out of my Optics from behind my mask.

"Striker, that's enough." IronHide said, placing a hand on my shoulder. I stopped the video and Dikes gasped for intakes of Air, falling back on the ground.

"That....is what happened. I only showed you a tiny fraction of the terror I survived. I am covered, in scars beneath my armor. I faced him through my fears, Dikes." I said, turning away. "What would you have done in my place?" I said walking away.

I heard thunder and I looked up as I came to stop on a hill. I felt rain on my armor and I held up my right hand as the rain came down in waves. I had my shield activated as I let the rain run across my armor.

I closed my optics and released my battle mask. Maybe I was a coward for letting ShockWave get the best of me. But they are right. I'm just a sparkling.

Why, Primus, must I have experienced such pain. Such fear at such a young cycle? All I am to them is a burden. A young sparkling that has tried to protect myself only to have my security walls in my processor torn down. Torn down at the first sight of my greatest enemy. My greatest fear. ShockWave and his pit-spawned pet, Driller.

Was this your plan all along? To make me have a scarred sparkling hood to know the enemy? To know that what the enemy does is kill, no matter what age? Young or old? I know that already! I've heard stories. I've watched it with my own optics. My parental units. My brother. My friends. What is your plan?