[I hereby declare
I’ll try to bring this bastard back.
Properly]
“Well, that’s the truth. That’s the WHOLE truth. So throw me off the Ship now, because that’s all I have to say to you” Pulse said.
“That’s not all,” he growled, moving to kick the drone to the ground and crouch by him. “I’m uncertain if you’re concealing it or just too glitchy to remember, but there is something else. So let’s take it from the start. You got turned into a femme and then what?”
Well, I don’t have Any ARMS! So I’d like to kicked off the ship now.
“You’d like to? Get thrown out of the base, marked a traitor and left to fend for yourself without any arms? I highly doubt that, drone.”
My Systems are very laid back, I haven’t updated them since my Creation. I’ve been hacked Atleast 49 Times since my last Creation Day, which wasn’t too long ago.
“Pathetic,” Breakpoint scoffed. “Look here, drone, I really don’t care if you ‘technically’ did it or not because it was caught on camera. From there, it’s up to Megatron. But are you really saying that you were hacked with no evidence of this, instead of being prompted, told, urged, whatever by someone? You’re going to be punished either way. I suggest you tell the whole truth, drone, if you want some ‘fair’ treatment.”
Red optics narrowed. “Or I could just have you kicked off the ship. Would be easier.”
I felt Different like I wasn’t me.
Like someone else was Controlling me.
“A rather unlikely story seeing hacking a drone’s neural network isn’t as easy as it seems. You wouldn’t happen to have a more likely version of this, would you?”
I didn’t have control over myself.
I wasn’t thinking.
I tried to stop myself but something just came over me and I couldn’t stop.
Interesting. “And what, per say, would you say that ‘came over you’? The thought couldn’t just have occured like that.”
that’s a lie.
I was at the Rec Room trying to get A cube out of the Vending Machine.
The interrogator smiled at that. “How sweet, you actually think I’m not trained to spot a lie when I see one. Don’t lie to me again, drone, the results won’t be nice.”
I’m lying!
*He waggled his nubs in fury*
“Well, good you give in then.” The nubs are ignored, seeing they pose no danger. “Next question. Why did you even think it was a good idea to attack, hm?”
that’s a lie.
I was at the Rec Room trying to get A cube out of the Vending Machine.
The interrogator smiled at that. “How sweet, you actually think I’m not trained to spot a lie when I see one. Don’t lie to me again, drone, the results won’t be nice.”
Well, some Femme Drone shot Wanderer, I walk in with one arm, then he blames his shooting on me, and cuts my other arm off. Now I’m here, with no arms.
“Oh, but I hear that this ‘femme drone’ was actually you. A fancy little anon-disguise, hm?” he hummed, watching the drone for a bodily reaction or a simple flicker in EM field.
