by Insidious » Sun Mar 21, 2021 2:37 pm
- Motto: "Clarity of thought before rashness of action."
- Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Mess Hall
“Oh no, my dear, I remember quite well. I just like to see them squirm on occasion. Heh.”
"Fair enough," Flamewar said, grinning as she took another swig from her cylinder. Decepticons reminding one another of who was more powerful was an ongoing exercise within their ranks. She found it amusing but even she wasn't immune to it. Sometimes a mech had to be put in check.
Sixshot's display with his chosen drink finally broke Flamewar's typically operational formality and elicited a rupture of laughter.
"You'll be taking on the entire Autobot command structure if you keep drinking like that," she added with a chuckle.
Her last question had surprised the formidable STAG, she could tell. She kept her optics focused on him however. It had not been a throwaway question. Sixshot, very likely, did not have many opportunities to talk about "the cause" on a more philosophical level. She wanted to give him the opportunity to do that very thing.
“I……don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it. I suppose I’ve always just assumed that the war would continue indefinitely even if deep down I knew that there would have to be an end eventually. It’s just that it has lasted so very long I just can’t imagine it ending especially any time soon.”
Flamewar nodded. It was hard to imagine. Their kind had been at war far longer than many civilizations in the universe existed: from climbing out of the beginnings of their evolutionary pit to whatever calamity saw fit to end it.
“My whole point of existing is to destroy utterly, whatever that may be. When I’m not doing that I’m basically in a waiting pattern, waiting for the go-ahead from Megatron to annihilate the next planet that has entered Phase 6. If there’s no war to fight I’m not sure what my place would be or if there would even be a place for a mech like myself. I’m an instrument of war, not of peace.”
"You are. But that's not all you are," Flamewar said, taking another measured sip from her container of energon. She could feel the buzz humming through her circuitry. "This war will end. I believe Megatron will win. But that will not be the end of all fighting. All conflict. Once he's won, he will need mechs to keep the peace. He envisions a 'peaceful tyranny'. He's powerful, but he can't do that alone. He will need enforcers. Overseers. That path would certainly be yours for the taking. I suspect Megatron will give you and the other Warriors Elite your choice of new roles. I trust he'll remember all who served him faithfully."
"And what of you, my dear? What will you do if the war ends? Do you think that there will still be a need for a black operative if our race is once again united and there's no enemy to be concerned with?"
"I think my role, just as yours, will evolve. Once he was won decisively, I think many Autobots will see reason. But it will only be a matter of time before resisters begin to stir unrest. Grimlock and his warriors? Will they truly accept peace? Cutthroat? Fangry? If they don't face summary execution at the beginning, then I suspect my work will continue."