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It had been a long day. Megatron had sent the Stunticons out for training as usual whenever she thought they had nothing to do, and it was normally fine, but no, not today. Those damn Autobots just had to ruin everything. Menasor was just in a field in the middle of nowhere! The most they could destroy was a couple of trees and the odd boulder Breakdown could see from his view as Menasor's leg. They were just kids running around a park, basically.
When the Autobots won their little battle, Menasor had fallen apart with each of the Stunticons collapsing to the ground and onto green grass. Breakdown didn't want to get up, and he could tell through their bond his brothers didn't want to either. The grass felt soft and comfortable, more comfortable than their beds on the Nemesis, even, and Megatron gave them the best ones there (aside from her own, the best one). The grass would certainly leave some green smudges on Breakdown's white paint, but he couldn't care any less in the moment. It was nice.