Oneshot - Firelighter

[silberstreif]

Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro, and not me.

Beta: none
Rating: G
Universe: Baymovie
Character: OC, surprise
Note: tf_speedwriting prompt #5
Words: 430

Summary:

Firelighter

Definition: a piece of a substance that burns easily and can be used to start a coal or coke fire


He had always been a small mech. Okay, maybe not small... more like tiny. It was the fate of his frame class, micromechs. Often forgotten, even more often overlooked. Yeah, a great life.

Did he sound bitter? Yes?

Probably because he was. After all, in the moments between recharge and waking up to cruel reality, he was big and strong and a good fighter. A gladiator. Just like his hero, Megatron. Even his designation vibrated with glyphs of power and resolve.

It was as far as one could get from Firelighter's own designation glyphs. Those spoke of brightness and fleetingness. Just what had his creator's thought when they named him Firelighter? Not that he didn't like the fire glyph, but he would like to be the fire and not just the lighter. To be the hero and not just... a cleaner of pipes in the bowels of Polyhex.

His creators didn't understand him. No micromech did. They all had gentle sparks that liked to help and fade into the background

To serve, Firelighter thought with disdain. He didn't want to be like them. To be just another dirty, kicked around and ignored slave.

And so he listened to Megatron's speeches about change. How change began within the spark of every mech and how every mech decided his fate himself. He listened, while the other micromechs turned away and recharged and socialised. He listened and then he acted

The pipes led to everywhere. To the highest towers and the lowest cells. No one thought to lock out the micromechs, after all they kept it all clean and were to small to really steal anything of value.

Anything beyond information, that is.

The giant libraries, public or not, were no different and so Firelighter began to download it all. History, politics, mechanics, engineering, medicine. Into the last one he started to develop a special interest, and soon he was a permanent guest within the datapads of the medical academy of Polyhex.

Firelighter learned.

And when Megatron announced his revolution and brought fire and pain, he was ready.

The warrior at the desk looked at him sceptically, as he announced that he wanted to join the army and Megatron. "Aren't you a bit small? This is an army, not a new pipe group, micro."

He smirked. "I knov, idiot. I'm not joining as a zoldier."

"But?"

"Az a medik." He jumped on the desk, before the warrior could react. "You kan kall me 'doctor'."