This is a weird idea that randomly came to me, and had to be written.

In less than a megacycle, Bumblebee would be making history. Yet, no one would know he was behind it. Out of all the mechs and femmes in the Elite Guard, he was chosen to do this task. But Bee didn't know if he could mentally handle it.

What he had to do went against his morals; against that of most Autobots, as well. Yet it was what the high council had recommended. He was shocked that he, of all mechs, was chosen. He was still young, and several had objected to him doing it. Despite these concerns, he accepted because he felt obligated to do it.

Bumblebee looked down at his now black hands. He looked at his canary-yellow helmet, which now sat on the table in front of him, then at the rounded-top black helmet on the right. With its battle mask closed, all one saw was a blank, black face with a red visor.

"Bumblebee, it's time."

Bee turned to look at Optimus Magnus, and sighed.
"Okay, bossbot."

Bee put on and fitted the black helmet, then started down the corridor for the chamber. He reflected one more time. Just three stellar cycles before, he had helped defeat Megatron and Shockwave.

Now, he was executing both of them.