He tried again and again to gain approval from his superiors, his plans becoming more and more elaborate, to try and make them happy. With all of this happening around him, the other quickly became bitter and jealous. ![]() His plans included what was deemed unnecessary ammounts of killing, and were frowned upon by those who stuck close to Prime's word. but his plans, often times conflicted with his team's morals. He wasn't as good of a fighter as Gale, and he couldn't work the communications as well as Shatterstar. Shatterstar worked behind the scenes for the most part in the Autobot communications, and Gale took a primary role in the front lines, the two being highly praised for their work. They didn't want to split up, and Gale was dedicated to the Autobot cause, especially since their sire was in it. When the war began, the three brothers flocked to the Autobot cause, under the lead of Gale. They'd spend hours on end cleaning eachother and catching up on things they'd missed, occasionally falling back on old habits. The three refused to seperate when they reached young adulthood, and moved into a single apartment, enjoying every moment of it. It also helped that they had a bot who knew how to hack most anything he came across- their brother, Shatterstar. Rigel and Gale did however, and proceeded forward.ĭuring their time in the police force, they operated as partners, and they made a terrifying duo, for any who tried breaking the laws. He didn't have the physical prowess to handle police work. Shatterstar was rejected however, and ended up working on coding. The three of them all set out to be part of the police force together, despite their troublemaking days, and pranking habits. When they got into their "teenaged" years, they still carried out their plans, but now they had jobs to fulfill. ![]() They treated eachother as complete equals, just as important as the other. Rigel would plan out what they did, Gale would guide them to carry out the plan, and Shatterstar would play innocent if they got caught doing something they weren't supposed to. The three were inseperable, where one of them went, the other two followed. Rigel began his life with his two brothers, Shatterstar and Gale. He doesn't consider himself to be a romantic of any kind, just flirting as a way of being friendly if he's comfortable enough around the person he's talking to. He indeed isn't a perfectionist, but he can't stand if things are unorganized and dirty. He does truly care for those who work under him, and does his best to provide for them and keep them alive. He has a blazing temper that is kept at bay by his analytic nature, and his compassion for those less fortunate than himself. What is Rigel's true personality? Those who break down all of his walls and finally get to see this mech in a relaxed state, find he's a strange mix of all of the things people see him as. To enemies, he is a fiery creature with nothing but rage fueling his body. To friends he's reserved but still there for them when they need him, bearing a smile and the occasional flirt. To Autobots, he is a terrifying fighter, calculating and cold. To aquaintances he's formal, respectful, mature, and a perfectionist. Rigel has a vastly different personality depending on where you are and who you are. "Learn to smile, cry, and laugh on command. I am better than he ever will be, I have suceeded in ways he can only dream! I am a Decepticon now, as I should have been from the start, rather than following you imbeciles." "SHUT UP! You lost the priviledge to call me your brother many years ago, when you stood aside and let HIM take the place where I should have stood. They let out a soft groan of pain as they tilted their head back to look toward the figure now looming over them. ![]() you're my broth-" Their voice was cut off, as the metal pole swung, the metal clashing into their visor and sending cracks webbing out from the contact point. "What happened to you Rigel? You were an Autobot once. They held a metal pole in their servos, tapping it against their open palm to further threaten the purple flyer into talking. Their heels clicked on the ground, twin tails seperating from eachother to perch over the yellow and black figure's shoulderplating. What will it be?" The figure's voice hissed as they stepped forward. "You will tell me where the Autobots are hiding, or you will continue to suffer. They glanced up to look at two piercing yellow optics in the darkness. There was silence, save the sound of the occasional drip of energon onto the concrete floor and the soft venting of a bot. "Don't let others dictate your happiness.
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