PROLOGUE
PROLOGUE
The mission was clear; land, conquer and return. With seven years of training the suit had proved to be a tiring module. With a huge number of willingful participants who had zealously offered themselves as test dummies for the trial version of the suit, the results were astonishing, it was almost as if they had put on their enemies ,for the suit somehow changed the “humble” beings into “prideful-fame seeking beings”. The end of it was and will always be death, the first of our kind to put on the suit and survive, was promoted to the highest position in the dimension of the realm of our kind. He had seemingly managed to gain full control of the suit, but it was until they discovered that the suit was a decepticon and it had aimed for the highest seat in the gallery, the seat of the Creator Himself. It was only fortunate that he was kicked out of our dimension and sent to a trial dimension where he awaits his trial, now that I think of it I think there is more to this, all these years he has never shown a sign of remorse, or at least a need to be set free from the sync’s of the suit, it’s almost as if the suit only helped him become what he had always longed to be.
-ANOTHER SHAPELESS BEING
