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I am Sunstreaker.
I'm the most ruthless and cold-blooded Autobot soldier to ever exist. All fear me, as they did when I was a gladiator in Kaon. That's what I did before the war: I was paid to maim and maul and kill in the most spectacular fashion possible, as was my brother. We were trained to be murderers together. We were trained to love it.
I wasn't always a killer. Always antisocial and violent and vain, yes, but not bloodthirsty.
Before the war, before the death matches, I was an artist. A metalsmith.
Don't laugh.
Sideswipe was a poet.