Old Wounds

War was an ugly thing, but the Wreckers had made it into an art form. Something to look forward to. Certainly, working in the labs before the war had been rewarding, but nothing beat the fierce joy of using his experiments on the field. Blowing up 'Cons, victory binges, celebratory fragging. Being a Wrecker was the best time of his life.

And then Ultra Magnus had gone and ruined it all, the slagger.