“Okay.”
“What do you mean? You didn’t even heard mine!”
“Ever heard of a M.T.O?” Loudmouth asks.
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“No.”
“It stands for Made To Order soldier.”
“This mean you are a…”
Yes, I am a M.T.O., my full name is Loudmouth of Operation Dawn." He says.
“That’s unfortunate. 10 step or 3 step?”
“Eight step, actually.” Loudmouth says before
Chugging a pint of weapons grade nucleon.
“What did you turn into?”
“At first it was an attack aircraft, then I got moved to communications, and got the alt mode I have now.”
“At least you weren’t around during functionism.”
“Yeah, I know a little bit about it.” He says.
“Eh, you’d have to have been there,” Dire shuddered.
“I’m sure.” Loudmouth says as he pours himself anoth drink. “Sure you don’t want anything?”
Direwolf pulled put a can of Energon, “I’m good,”
“Suit yourself.” Loudmouth says as he drinks his energon.
“But I don’t understand! Who made you? Who would make clones of a bot only for a mission, or only to be basic soldiers? Where are we? On the Gem Homeworld?”
“Beacuse soldiers were needed, it was during the early years of the war when it first stared, and the campaigns were long a grueling, resulting in tens of thousands of dead. As our numbers dwindled each side made more soldiers. I was basically constructed cold, had a ton of information on the history and culture of cybertron and then kicked out of a ship and told to fight.”
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“Ain’t that the truth?” Dire replied, referring to the brutality of war.