Breaklight

Back on Cybertron, Breaklight was born without a name, was pushed into the lower caste slums and used as a mining slave. He did it for kilocycles, doing drastic things just so he could survive. Of course, like any other, he had friends, a close-knit found family that supported eachother and made sure that they stuck together to survive. The whole things seemed like a blur, cycles going by where he didn't even notice what he was doing. A majority of this time he was practically on autopilot, feeling more like a item, a belonging, a possesion than a bot with a life and a spark. He slaved away day by day, needing multiple replacements and blackmarket fixing just to get by. After awhile he developed a hatred of being underground and darkness and started to become quick to irritate. It was around this time that Megatronous was beginning to make a small name for himself in the arenas. Word got around and it certainly caught his attention but he never seemed to find any hope in it, however, those around him seemed willful that perhaps this show of courage could mean something.

While off work he bumped into another bot. He claimed his name to be 'Triplepiston', said to be an engineer of sorts, obviously not from where he was from, and said that he wanted to do something about the living conditions, to study the buildings and structures to see if he could improve the conditions in anyway he could. Breaklight thought it amusing, but entertained his ideals for a while. They got to talking and he found that he felt for those that lived in his world, that he wanted to help, thought that it was unfair for him to live a better life than those who worked harder. He also believed that those who lived a better life than himself were selfish and entitled, that they did nothing to resolve any problems that sparked unless it impacted them directly. Breaklight couldn't agree more and soon a friendship sparked. Through Megatronous' messages and work, they grew closer and closer and eventually became inseperable. Triplepiston soon moved from the mid caste to the lower caste to be with Breaklight, finding more comfort in the friends he'd made from Breaklight and the bot himself than anyone he had where he was from. Of course, when the divide happened the pair of them sided with the Decepticons, hoping for a better future and strived for equal rights and healthcare for all.

As soon as the war started all hell broke loose. Blinded by rage and a want for change, Breaklight did everything possible to fight and survive. Obviously it worked as he was able to board the Nemisis with Triplepiston and the few friends he had left standing. However, during this war he'd done some unspeakable things, taking out all of rage for what he'd lived through. He was pissed and rightfully so, but he was glad he always had Triple to ground him when he needed it.

Their time of earth started out rather confusing at first, at least for Breaklight. He didnt exactly like the place or the inhabitants. Triple tried to change his mind, saying that their customs were obviously different to theirs and that they had the right to be cautious and scared of them considering their looks and size. Break didn't quite understand and simply wanted to get what they needed and start making their way back home. It wouldn't be that easy obviously. Once the majority had taken their forms, things started to make more sense and plans started to form.

As time went on and Megatron got more... deranged, some started to feel that perhaps they'd lost their way, that maybe this wasn't exactly the best idea. Breaklight wasn't one of these cons, but Triple certainly was. He still believed that if there was life on a planet they shouldn't try and retrieve energon from it, but of course Breaklight believe that no matter what they should find a way to restore life to Cybertron. After a few years Triple simply couldn't take it anymore, beginning to feel guilt and making the decision to leave. However, he hadn't told Breaklight about this, instead believing that making a big impression would save him a lot of hurt. So, during a 'mission' Breaklight and Triplepiston ran into some autobots, Breaklight immediately stating that they could take them on easy. Instead he watched Triplepiston walk to side with the autobots, listening to him as he stated he'd fallen out of love with him, that he hated him and that he never wanted to see him again. That he wasn't the same bot that he'd met many, many kilocycles ago. Surprisingly to both of them the Autobots Triple was with lit Breaklight up, barely getting away with his life and becoming a shell of a con for a while. It was during this time that he suddenly became a very different con all together.

After that he was ordered to work in Squad Delta, something he desperately didn't want to be apart of. So far it's been a living hell, working with Kickblast and Hotspur beginning to be a constant headache for him. He's had a few situations where he's been able to get along with his colleagues, but it comes very rarely. He's mad at Triplepiston and he's mad at the universe, all he wants is to go home and be happy, but now he's doubting it'll ever happenn.