A/N: I've had this idea for a while now and plus I've always wanted to write a story with my own OC character! I still need to plan out this story more for future chapters.
Enjoy! Hint: This is kind of like the movie Mulan except with a few twinges..( I take no credit for mulan btw ). I was listening to the song 'aerials' by System of a Down while writing this chapter :P (love that band) I wonder if I could use the name Astro Flame..enjoy!
Disclaimer:do-not-own anything but my character
:Prelude:
The day was particularly dark, and the added noise of metal groaning and clanking due the cybertonians shuffling and trudging forward in the lines made it all that more depressing. The sun that had once given the people of this planet hope, had warmed their armor and added a sense of happiness to their days, was now muted out by the smoke cloud that seemingly always loomed at the horizon, just like the war that was looming over the Cybertronian people. As far as she could remember the days, the years even, had always been dark and terrorizing. She could remember when she first saw the vicious fights between the factions called 'Decepticons' and 'Autobots', she had just been a sparkling, terrified and clinging to her favorite toy. Her father had left on the world wide news channel on their holovid. She watched in horrid fascination as recording bots caught these demons with burning, red optics that glowed and seemed to reflect no sense of a soul. She watched how they tore into civilians and Autobots alike with such a deep seeded hate and contempt, how they seemed to bathe in the energon that poured from their helpless victims. Of course, her father had walked into the room and had been upset to find her watching these vile images. He had immediately shut off the holovid and turned to her with a stern espression.
"What do you think you were doing?! Watching those…those..Things!" Oh yes, her father was very upset.
She turned to her father, wiping her energon tears on her arm.
"N-Nothing daddy…It was just..you left on the holovid..and I heared noise so I came downstairs and…Why are those bots so mean to those other bots daddy?"
For a while, her father had just stood there, as if trying to find the right answer for her young mind, a sad expression seeping through the calm face he wore, his royal blue optics betraying everything. In this memory of her father, it seemed his profile was outlined in a yellowish glow by the city lights behind him.
"…Sweet spark, sometimes..sometimes we older bots' don't always agree with each other..and sometimes relationships get hurt beyond any healing."
Confusion had been a dominant feeling at the time. She just couldn't understand how these relationships couldn't be fixed. She was taught to always forgive and forget and to appreciate the ones she loved. To never take them for granted.
As the years had gone by, she grew older and older as the relations between Autobot and Decepticon grew worse and worse, she began to see what her father had talked about.
This was a relationship too wounded by bitter sparks and harsh words, and she had a feeling this war would consume their planet with a storm of hate, bombshells and guns.
Then, when the war was declared, the drafts had begun.
Sometimes mechs were harassed into joining a side, most of the harassing done by decepticon lackeys that seemed to lurk in shadows.
Then, camps were set up where mechs who had been called could line up to fill out the information and release pads.
Bots who had seen these things forming had said that the lines could go on for miles and half the faces they had seen in these lines had either been scared out their afts or excited and chattering happily.
They had laughed at the idiocy of war…
That was, until her father had been called to duty.
When he had got the message over their international web comm, he had kept a stony face, but always having the ability to see through her dad's emotions…
She had seen how scared her dad really was.
He had straightened up his back and told them he was to leave tomorrow and that he would need his armor and weapons prepared for him.
They had tried to have a regular evening with a nice dinner, but the message just loomed like a giant Dinobot in the room. Being normal just couldn't be done.
Later that night, she made her choice.
She wouldn't lose her father, she wouldn't see the ones she loved suffer,
She would take her fathers place.
She made sure her creators were asleep before she snuck out of her berth and into the area where they kept his armor and guns.
It took her nearly hours but she finally had installed the armor to her body.
She had kept her deep red armor on underneath as to give her more body surface for her father's armor to cling to and she hadn't really had to worry about her curves, the bulky armor had that taken care of.
She admired the regal looking guns that seemed to scream power and the energon sword that seemed to light up the room like it was the sun of its own universe. She installed the guns to her back and the sword to her arm.
She packed some energon rations and some credits to last her until she reached the recruiting lines.
With one last look at their living space, and a gaze up at the stars, asking herself what exactly she thought she was doing, she walked slowly away.
When she had come across the first recruiting camp she could find, she trudged under the surprisingly heavy armor to the first line she saw.
She was joining the Autobots.
A/N: Well, that's my prelude to this story! I kinda hav a story line planned out. I think this is going to be dark yet have humor and romance…anyways I would love to her your thoughts and ideas if you wish it. Good bye children :]
