Things have been so confusing recently- but I don't regret this newest decision, just like I didn't regret my old one. I still need to talk to Prime and Megatron about this decision, as well as Tigatron and Dive Bomb.

I don't know how they'll take it- but I'll weather the storm, one way or another.

...I guess I'll just be blunt.


[To Dive Bomb.]

I love you, but I'm no longer a decepticon- I cannot in good conscience wear the sigil. I am a poor decepticon, but I was a decent autobot. The sigil only changes in decal, but not in my feelings.

I still love every inch of you.

[To Tigatron]

I'm a bot again, and I still love you- no matter what.


[To Brothers.]

I'm back...

[To Megatron]

... I resign sir.....

[To Prime]

...I wish to rejoin...

... I don't know if I'm even on your list.

But, please- if you see fit?

Bring Dive Bomb back?

*He's been gone the last couple of days, digging out sites for Scavenger. He likes the bot, and its nice to have a friend that doesn't expect anything out of him. He is, however, looking forward to returning to his mates, and his home. Wings practically wiggling in glee at the thought of spreading out in the nice large recharge bed with DiveBomb at one side, and Tigatron at the other. He sighs softly, twisting through the air- and begins his descent into the base. The Pad is easy to find, and he alights on the balcony- intent on a recharge and maybe something else to surprise his mate in how good his mood .... is?*

*His head tilts just a bit, and he blinks at the sight of Vortex and Dive Bomb curled up around each other. His head tilts left, his head tilts right- and he steps backwards- and flips off the balcony, this time intent for the common room and some energon. He'll replace it later.*

There will be HELL to pay...

Give me my mate back!

*He is currently standing outside the common room, having searched for his mate. Wings trembling, denta gritted- and oh how he wishes he had fangs*

I will -tear- you limb from LIMB.

GIVE HIM BACK TO ME!

I suppose most people see me as vapid, or as shallow. Wouldn't be surprised if they were right- really. I give off that appearance- and you'd be surprised at how easy it is to live up to that. Once they expect that out of you, its hard to change back...

If you really want to, that is.

The moon looks really bright tonight... They call it a hunter's moon, even half now- its still bright enough to see and hunt by. So pretty, and pale.
I used to be like that, and just as distant- surprisingly. Now my wings are black, my chassis is silver- and the purple decepticon logos stand out like bright neon signs. Its easier to write here, and think about what I'm going to ramble about next than it is to think about anything else sometimes. I should update more.... but I never have anything clever or witty to say. Slingshot comes up with all the witty comebacks, and Skydive's the brave one.... Fireflight's the sweet one, and Silverbolt is noble.

Me... I'm the Daredevil- the one that leaps without thinking.

M'thinking now- and wishing I hadn't.

I can see why now that Slingshot gets maudlin or defensive- its funny how your mind can work. You are your own best friend, and your own worst enemy.

I call myself a turncoat, because of the compound word it implies.

Turn- to shift, change- morph.

Coat- a garment that you wear over your torso- a body-mask, in short.

So to turn from Autobot to Decepticon, it never really changed me.

I merely shifted one mask, for another.

My life is a masquerade... I just hope I can keep up with the dance, especially as the dancers keep shifting.

I'm thinking I might go fly or something, I hate how quiet the Pad is when everyone's gone.

----end trans---

*Running patrol randomly, bored. Looking for any human activity. Hook, and TC and Ratchet were busy, so he did his own repairs. Not perfect, but he can fly*

: )

I <3 Tiga.

also

<3 my mate :))))))))))))))

I am going to fly now. Not far, just over the desert.

^_^

*pads out with wings outspread and a fresh new paint job and buff*

Lord Megatron punished Dive Bomb for his mistake. I was so worried, all I could feel was his pain and his hurt, his anxiety and fear- and even if it was harsh...

The punishment fit the crime. I still love him, no matter what he's done- you don't leave your bondmate for things like this.

And to my brothers, Fireflight knows already.

I'm no longer an Autobot.

I am now a Decepticon, this current situation notwithstanding.

I love you all, but this was my decision.

I'll still join Superion as needed, unless you decide you don't want me, and I'll still be your brother.

... Just had a chance to change a few things, and I took it.

*Optics brighten, and lips curl into a wide smirk*

Oh brothers!

I know something you don't know!

*and laughs, obviously in a bright mood*