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"Shoot them."
He couldn't do it.
He couldn't shoot his trinemates.
Even with the Grey gun in his servos and the loud commanding voice of his leader, he couldn't do it.
Yes, Thundercracker defected to the Autobots, and yes, Skywarp was currently trying to defend him. But he just can't.
They were his trinemates.
They were his responsibility.
He was theirs just as much as he was to them.
His everything.
So he stood there, frozen, with his eyes wide, staring at his trinemates who were frozen just as he was. Thundercracker was shot down and now sat on the rubble of the battlefield, while Skywarp was crouched next to him.
Blaster fire and screams could still be heard, but it was all so distant. As if he was watching from a screen on the other side of a dark room.
"Shoot."
The Grey gun repeated; he hadn't even realized his servos were trembling so much until he noticed how the light reflected off the purple insignia was so unstable.
He couldn't. He can't. He won't.
"No."
"Shoot, or you die with them."
Die with them? That is a fate better than living knowing you killed your own trinemates, but he can't let them die. It would be so selfish to drag them down with him.
But he can't deny Megatron's command; it would only lead to a world of pain later. Not just that, Megatron would most likely kill them himself.
But he obviously won't kill his own trinemates, that is out of the question.
He had to find a way to keep them safe.
It doesn't even matter what happens to him as long as they walk out of this battlefield alive and well.
An idea popped into his head.
He'd regret it.
It would hurt his trinemates...
But he'd already lost enough to megatrons command.
And they deserve to live more than he does.
"As you command, lord Megatron."
With that being said, his servos no longer shook as he strengthened his grip on the gunformer in his grasp.
Then pointed it at his own head.
"You will command me no longer."
"WAIT YOU FOOL DON-"
He closed his eyes then pressed the trigger, and it all went quiet.
