Thundercracker was different from the other Decepticons.
Many of his fellow Cons had changed over the countless cycles. None of them had noticed, but he had been watching. He had watched cycle after cycle as they descended into the madness that had swallowed them whole and cursed them to the fiery Pits of the Unmaker. They had all lost themselves to the killing and destruction long ago. Even his triad members had befallen the same fate. Skywarp had once been more care free, but now was obsessed with war. Starscream, well, theres was actually too much to say about him. He, on the other hand, had not changed. Unlike all the mechs around him, he had not changed since the first days of the Great War.
He alone could still recall their true goal. He did not know why the rest could not remember it, especially when it was something they had all longed with their entire spark. He did not know why they had lost themselves the damning madness of the chaos of war and let it darken thei