1 <> Ocean Eyes

Wake up.

Get out of berth.

Stay on schedule.

There's not much to do as a drone, besides act like the near-mindless soldier everyone thinks you all are, and follow the daily agenda. You'd never known anything different than the dull life you lead, full of abuse and the same things repeated over and over until you died.

Then again, you Vehicons don't ever seem to last very long anyways.

An event happens that changes your life: an event that allows you to feel emotions, and turn the tides of the war, and fall in . . . love.

Primus, save us all.

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A/N: Agender! Reader! Also, get it? Guns for hands? Like blasters? Get it?