Imagine Eradicons supporting their comrades after a fight. Spilling their sparks after a particularly unjust death by the hands of their leaders.
Imagine Eradicons spark bonding with their brethren for comfort. Some in pairs, others in groups. Some, bitterly choosing not to, due to their general short life expectancy.
Imagine Eradicons detailing the insides of their spark chambers in ways that identify them. Their external look having to stay to military code, but inside, each having a unique paint job or scratched in quotes/motivations/bondmates names.
Imagine Eradicons adopting names outside their identification number. Some insisting that other Eradicons use it within the privacy of the barracks. Others, scratching it into the hidden edges of their plating.
Imagine Eradicons building a rather secretive friendship with their superiors. Breakdown or possibly Dreadwing. The cons very carefully supporting their efforts, offering encouragement or a hand on the shoulder in the mines.
Imagine Eradicons thinking about functionalism and how, regardless of the decepticon cause, they still remain in a position of oppression. Letting it trickle into their thoughts at night, feeling helpless, hoping the end of the war will finally change their position.
Imagine an Eradicon whos initial data transfer and designation had corrupted. Leaving him questioning his position in the cause. Other squad members becoming protective and hiding him away.
Imagine Eradicons very carefully collecting trinkets from planet earth. Shells, leaves, crystals, human jewelry. Hiding it in their spark chamber and adding it to small hidden collections in the linings of their berth.
Imagine Eradicons creating a ‘currency’ amongst themselves. Like prisoners in jail. Trading energon rations in return for recharge time. Or trading personal items found on other planets.