Fallout considered Huntrons’ question. None of the other Autobots’ had ever ventured to ask him questions such as this so directly. Fallout considered carefully before he spoke.<br/><br/>“I do not wear your insignia, because I am not an Autobot.” He locked optics with Huntron attempting to gauge the smaller Autobots’ reaction.<br/><br/>“I am a Decepticon. I was created Decepticon, and when my spark finally extinguishes… it will be within the shell of a Decepticon Chassis.”<br/>Fallout looked the Autobot up and down.<br/><br/>“You are called Huntron, correct?” Fallout spoke.<br/><br/>“Very well Huntron. You have asked, and I shall respond.”<br/>The Autobot seemed genuinely interested in Falllouts’ response to the question he had asked, so Fallout saw no reason to withhold any answers.<br/>“I joined the Autobots, because to the Decepticons I am a traitor. I abandoned Megatron and his maniacal quest to become a god. The Autobots’ were the only place I could turn to be… safe.”<br/><br/>Fallouts gaze focused more inwardly for a moment.<br/><br/>“I was imprisoned in maximum security stasis for my… crimes… When your high command finally deigned fit to release me; I was forbidden to wear your insignia, not that I would choose too, so that all of your brethren would know what I TRULY am…”<br/><br/>"I serve the Autobot's... because none else would take me..."<br/><br/>He leaned in closer to Huntron, his massive frame seeming to dwarf the Autobot.<br/><br/>“Tell me Autobot, what does that make you think… knowing a criminal walks among you? Are you afraid… Huntron?”<br/>