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Great. Just friggin' great. Of course they don't, I mean, it's not like you can just change your mind about being that evil.

They aren't evil.

[It's probably too quick, too sharp, too snarling not to be suspect, but what does he care if the human passes judgment. Okay, so she'll find him out. Could be worse things.]

They have been subjugated by the Maximals for generations, and the Autobots before that. Perhaps if they were allowed an equal stake instead of fighting over leftovers and being forced to heel by a pact that weighs heavily out of their favor they might be more sympathetic.

[...Wait, what.

It's obvious she's touched a nerve, and Mikaela does recoil back a step from his snarling anger. Her eyes are wide at first, then narrow as she takes in what he says and tries to process it.

When she speaks again, it's delicately.]

...That's not the story I heard.

[But her tone and the way she's leaning slightly towards him makes it clear she's willing to hear his.]

Of course it isn't. It's not the version the Maximals want to present because it doesn't paint them as the heroes they want to be.

[He starts off with more snarling, but when she seems like she's actually set to listen him him rather than just write it off, he calms down a hair or two.]

I admit, the Decepticons weren't the most...honorable of Transformers, in general. However, after they lost the Great War, they were relegated to second class citizens, reviled by all, and instead of being given even a portion of the planet for their own they were locked up or worse. Yes, there was an agreement for peace, but it was weighed far more heavily towards the Autobots even many megacycles after the war had ended. By the time the Autobots had become Maximals and the Decepticons Predacons it had just become a way of life. The Maximals, or Autobots, for you, don't want to share their world any more than the Decepticons did.

[A beat, some slight hesitation, then:]

In the interest of full disclosure, I was born and raised a Predacon, so I admit I am a bit...biased on the argument. However, my loyalties these days lie with the Maximals.

[Is there something to sit on? She sits, even if it's just on the ground, and listens to what he has to say.]

I... I had no idea. Actually, I'm not even sure that's happened yet. I mean, as far as I know the 'Bots and the 'Cons are still fighting...

[She looks deeply discomfited, mostly because she is deeply discomfited. And why not? It's hard to hear that the heroes you trust to protect you from the bad evil space robots will maybe go on to be kind of shitty to those same bad evil space robots, even after they beat them in the war...

She looks up at him, her expression a little troubled, a lot thoughtful.]

...What made you decide to throw in with the Maximals?

Frustration, at first. Megatron and I...did not often see eye to eye, so I was cast out shortly after we arrived on Earth. The Maximals were more a means to get back at him than anything else, I admit, at least at first. Convenience born of dissatisfaction and no faction to be a part of. I initially wanted to overthrow their leader and take the group for my own, however...Optimus Primal proved a worthy leader, and honorable, so I chose to work with them instead.