DISCLAIMERS: I don't own Transformers. They just came over from Hasbro to visit and be general pains-in-the-aft. All the humans in the story are mine, as are Steelshot and Sola. Rating is T for now, may go up at anytime.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: These stories are character sketches I'm writing to get a feel for some of the NPCs in a Mechamorphosis game I'm creating. I started this to give myself some back-story and origins to the characters in my other Encounter fics. I'm following one of the tables from the 100situations challenge on LJ, which I'm planning on registering for real soon. As soon as I can figure out how to link that table… headdesk

Special thanks go out to Okami-chan for beta reading these for me and finding my typos and grammar errors.

100 Situations – Table 01
Title: #47 – Kill

It was almost routine now. He readied the chosen weapons laid out for him. Power sword. Electro-net. Idly he wondered who it was this time, what had they done to frag off the establishment, and when had he gone from being a gladiator to an executioner. He missed the glory of pitting his skill against another true fighter. Wresting victory, once again from the jaws of uncertainty. Watching the light fade from his opponent's optics as they fell into stasis lock.

Once it had been about skill. Now it was about death. Death he would bring to some terrified mech.

The mech would be armed, given weapons much as he was. But they had no skill with them, no training. So it was up to him to carry the match, lead the doomed one on, allow hits to score on his golden armor.

Until he was given the signal to kill.