The Best Traitor
The war was finally over.
We had won.
I suppose I should have been happy about that but in truth I felt nothing. I felt no joy, felt no relief, nothing. I had nothing left. My Trine, my true Trine were gone. We would never brace the skies together ever again. They were dead and I lived on.
The Autobots, all of them who had survived, were reduced to nothing but slaves. Slaves of all kinds. It made me sick thinking about it, what some of my 'comrades' would do. Even though I was a Decepticon I despised rape and any who participated in the act. I was the only one who didn't. Maybe Soundwave didn't but I was not so sure. Everyone bragged about their 'conquests' and they were telling the truth, you could tell by the state of their slave.
Megatron, though he obviously despised me, was quite generous towards me, granting me rule of Vos... I had to rebuild the city myself without any outside help and I was granted the second choice of slaves. Prowl and Jazz were surprised to find that I had pi