6.May.06

Seppuku

By: Master Solo

Writer's Note: This is from a 15-drabble challenge.  Since I still have 13 slots open, you can go to SilSolo on DeviantArt and respond to her journals (actually, that’s me, only speaking in third person) if you want something written.

Disclaimer:  I don’t own any Transformers or anything else that I write.

Note:  As with a good lot of my really short fics, this is totally canon, so don’t worry too much about anything.

As Dinobot held up the sword before him, thoughts of justifying his fate raced through his head.  He was a Predacon warrior and his drive had always been their code of honor.  Honor.  It was his sustenance as much as energon and clone meat.  It drove him through life and would ultimately end in a warrior’s death.  The warrior had lost what honor he had in returning to Megatron.

Dinobot had expected to meet his end in battle, but he now knew that the only road to regaining his honor was the sword that was about to meet his spark.

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