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Sitting there, as quiet as can be, not a creature was stirring. Just the ten discs floating in midair around the metallic being sitting on the bed. Their soft hum sweet music to his ears. Perfect for what that individual from their last job suggested, meditation.

Mask covered, visor down, almost all light was blocked. Just a bot and his thoughts.

Initially nothing but the hum of the discs. Large black cushions covering the walls to help prevent any noise from getting in or out beyond what was necessary. That saxophone in the corner.

[color=f7976a][i]Focus. In and out. Let the electrons flow. Energy is coursing through you. Feel its ever calming presence flow like the rivers.[/i][/color]

Back to nothingness. Just the flow of energy. The presence of the hum. It matches the swirling of the blades. The clashes of war. 

Aftershot twitched under his mask, but said no more. [color=f7976a][i]Back to the flow. Back to the rest. Nothingness took over again.[/i][/color]

Loud bangs and clangs echo across the void. Many people screaming and cursing. Large flashes go across the darkness. [color=f7976a][i]No more.[/i][/color]

Darkness sets again. Just a bot with his thoughts. Relax. Peace. Safety. The smiling citizens now under the watchful eye of the democratic state.

Those smiles change to fear. Large blasts are heard. Ships flying through the sky. Some dropping bombs. Metallic rust quickly overtaking them.

Aftershot tensed up with fear as everyone around him slowly faded. All those he held dear. Slowly, heads started to appear. Malicious laughter and smiles. Here for the pain. One shot and the laughter begins to fade. Two shot and another smile flies. More come, more disappear. Until a claw grasps over the cybertronian, transforming him into the cannon. One shot and many are dead.
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Aftershot opens up his mask and visor to look out, gasping for air. All of his discs are embedded into the walls, and his hand was changed into his blaster. [color=f7976a][i]Never doing that again,[/i][/color] he thought to himself as he slowly recalled the discs and changed his hand back. 

The robot sat there for a little bit, staring off into the walls, not paying much attention to everything. Three months. All it's been since the war for Cybertron ended. Many of the Decpticons behind bars. Aftershot felt where his allegiance symbol was on his chest, covered by a small panel, and sighed. [color=f7976a][i]At least they are safe now. And no one has to go through that bombing again. I hope they caught that scientist Shockwave.[/i][/color]

[color=a187be][quote=Kura]"Rise and shine, crew. Get your asses to the Mission Deck in ten, gotta brief everyone before we touch down."[/quote][/color]
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It was about that time again, a new job, a new crew.[/i][/color] Aftershot stood up and made his way to the deck. [color=f7976a][i]Hopefully no one heard that outburst. No one had to witness it.[/i][/color]
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The five foot eleven bot waked into the mission deck, having his wings retracted so it was just his slim metal form. Calmly, and without a word, he sat himself closeby to the terminal, and said nothing. Just gave the captain an acknowledging nod.