There were few who knew of the old mech's past. It wasn't that he didn't talk about it; he'd talk about it at the drop of a hat. To some it seemed that at every event he'd say "this reminds me of the time " and you'd hear some story where he was doing something amazing or knew about someone amazing. But really if you listened, really listened, these stories were just that stories. Old retellings of things that had happened and could be looked up in history files if you looked hard enough. But you'd never hear of his history, of Kup's history. The stories of his life, of his loves, of his sparklings if he had any, you'd only hear about his military history as if all he'd ever been was a soldier, a warrior, a military bot.
But there were those who knew, he wasn't just that. He was more than that. He was more than a warrior, more than a soldier. Some knew that better than most. One of those, surprisingly to some and not so surprisingly to others, was Hot Rod. He knew more about