“Okay, you see that target right there? Yeah? Use this, press that, and aim for the chassis.” The Vehicon told Wrangle, who was in a group of about five or so young Vehicons. They were learning to be soldiers.

the gun itself was about as big as Wrangle at the time. “Okay! I’ll do it!” The mechling said excitedly, doing his best and following directions, but didn’t shoot…he didn’t know why, but the dummy used as a target, felt too real to him, maybe it was the fact it had a Autobot insignia on it to show that it was the target. He instead, squeezed his optics shut and fired at the ceiling.

“Good work Wrangle! We were a little worried at first when you hesitated, but you did it!” “Huh?” Wrangle said, opening his amber optics, seeing that the force of the shot had pushed him and the gun down so the blast hit the dummy, blowing off the side of its helm.

He felt bad, after lessons he went back and tried to ‘fix’ the dummy himself, softly crying as he tried to put it back together. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I wasn’t aiming for you I promise.” “Why are you talking to it? It’s a dummy target, you’re supposed to hit it.” Wrangle looked up at the newcomer.

“You’re pretty small, aren’t you supposed to be big? Like Starscream, or Megatron?” It was a mechling, like him, but it was a Vehicon, probably a miner since he was holding the tools the miners used to train with. “I don’t know, I’m Wrangle, what’s your name?” Wrangle said to the young miner. “Vehicons don’t really do names, Wrangle. Why do they call you that? Are you hard to, ‘wrangle’ up?” Wrangle burst with laughter, falling down again. “BABAHAHAHHHHA! That’s funny, I’m gonna give you a name, how about..Eni! Like Energon!”