Things could always be worse, of course. I could still be under Galvatron's command, and things don't get worse than that terribly often. Although, it wasn't quite that bad I suppose. At least there I knew where I was headed each day. Not here, with these neutrals. Vile beings, the lot of them. Especially that blasted Recoil. How I hate his constant presence! At least he has left me be this week, and he can't get to me while I work on the bridge.

Hmph, the bridge. I despise it also. How has this crew managed to function for so long? There is no true order, only chaos. And yet, I find myself continually drawn back to the bridge. Why? I am not sure. Perhaps to keep myself busy? Yes, to keep myself busy. A good number of this of crew claim there is plenty to do on this empty ship. Which is really quite humorous, for most of those same crew members spend a great deal of time here in the bar.

Can't say I blame them, if this ship has any one real highlight, it is this bar. Though it is an eye-sore, why did commander Waitstate insist on keeping true to a rusting shack on Cybertron? Bah. It's not what-- drunken fool!

"You idiot! What do you have to say for yourself?!" If it is one thing I detest most about this crew, it is their love for becoming intoxicated.This one, for example, Splitwit. He seems to be always drunk, making an utter fool of himself! He spills my drink all over the floor and all he can do is stare blankly at me. I'm certain he isn't even aware he's moved away from the bar.

What is he doing? Evaluating me? Well let him evaluate this!

"Ingrate!" And down he goes, slipping into a drunken slumber. Curse the maker! I hit him too hard, my hand aches!

"Get out of here, Lightning! Or I'll have Cuffs throw your skidplate in the brig!"

"Hah!" Curse Download as well. It's not as if I'm in the wrong. I can't be bothered to argue, I don't feel like being here anyway.

So here I am, in the plaza with nothing to do. Oh yes! I could see a movie! Really, a theatre? This ship has gone mad. Does Waitstate honestly expect to ever fill this ship? It has been almost five years, and he has amassed a crew of just under sixty! Sixty in five years. What does he truly hope to accomplish? Was his ultimate goal to run a travelling marketplace? Look at these stores, an arcade, a snack house and a gift shop. To what end? Perhaps I should have stayed with the Decepticons.

I must subconsciously enjoy the torment of this crew. Why else have I stayed here? I have been accused of being loyal, and I suppose they are right. Hm, the sim rooms...

"I could use some excercise." Why do I speak out aloud when there is no other within listening distance? Let's see, this program will do, yes. The reconstruction of the battle at Autobot City, a fine choice! And behind those doors... Ah, Autobot City on Earth, I approach you to forget LONAC for the time being. I can not deny it feels good to be off the Freedom again, even if only in simulation. So, let it begin,

"Computer, begin program!" Yes, this is more like it! Autobots and Decepticons, at their finest! Behind me, turn! Move!

"Take this, Decepticon!" Ah, Trailbreaker, you are simply too slow for me! Now suffer the consequences!

"Die, Autobot scum!" Slag! Misjudged my the angle, I bounced right off him! No matter, I'll simply flip over him and... Got him.

"You can not escape me, Trailbreaker. Prepare to meet your maker!" Ugh, just a little more... Ah yes, the sound of a metal skull crushing in my hands! And thus Trailbreaker, you live no more! THIS is better, much better! Now who will be next to-- Listen to yourself! I must get out of here!

"Computer, terminate program!" Back to the confines of the Freedom's hull... What am I doing? My fuel pump races... Is it possible? Do I actually MISS the days when I would set out to kill Autobots?

"Heya, Lightning, you ok?" Slipstream, and that rotten spiderbot of hers. Where did she come from? I don't have time for her. I must think, but alone. I will leave your company Slipstream, no parting words will be nessecary. You'll just shrug my ignorance off as you often do so well. With any luck the journey to my quarters shall be uninterrupted. Is killing Autobots again what my spark desires? Is a constant state of battle what I have been craving all this time since my return from Cybertron? Perhaps I should return to the Decepticons...

"Hm, perhaps indeed."