Neb: Transformer Prime Fanfic. I do not own Any Transformer related material. Though I will probably only use Transformer Prime stuff along with my own OC's the Wardepts.
"Finally did it," a man grinned. "I have finally designed the ultimate weapons for the great storm to come!" He looked at the picture of his father and smiled. "You worked hard to achieve unnatural technology in order to prepare yourself for the war father, but now I can carry your work for you. He turned his head to thirteen pods containing his living metal experiments. Three scientists looked at him and nodded. "My Father Silas was a brilliant man, one who put the power of MECH above all things, win I was young I hated him for it until I saw debris fall from the sky from battles among titans, and I investigated his work. Now as the New MECH we can release our super soldiers to conquer this world.
"Sir, how do we plan to charge these warriors of ours," a scientist female with brown hair and freckles asked.
"By charging them with Energon," he responded. He pulled tanks with blue liquid and orange liquid and smiled. "Fuel the tanks and prepare to bring our warriors to life!" A man with white long hair and three scratches across his face nodded and begun pushing buttons. The man's eyes were blue and he had pale skin. The final woman had darker skin grey hair, but still looked like she was in great shape for her age. She pulled out her beam rifle in case if the warriors turn on them.
One of the Titans stepped out of their tanks. His armor was black except for the orange symbol on his chest. "Amazing," the white haired man spoke up. He stepped forward with his boss as the creature looked down at the red headed boy who stood before him. The boy wore a lab coat, a white shirt with the same orange symbol, and blue jeans.
"Warrior, I am Mitch, your creator."
"Warrior," responded the machine. It's eyes wondered to the computers showing the letters W.R.A. "W.R.A? Is that us?"
"Indeed, Warrior robot adepts, warriors are what you are, robots are what we built, and you are adepts because we have programmed you to be skilled in combat. We however prefer to call you Wardepts though, because your true skills are on the battlefield. "As I said my name is Mitch, this is my colleges." He pointed to the dark skin girl. "Molly." He pointed to the white haired man. "Desmond." He then pointed to the freckled girl. "Sarah." He smiled at the robot and then stepped forward. "Now tell me one thing, in order to know our project is complete we need to know you A.I is at full capability, what is your name. You have a data bank to understand what suits you best."
"Name, a warriors name, name for war, name for skill, name for power..."
"I think he's fried," Molly snickered.
"Shut up, I'm thinking," the robot yelled. "Name, name, name!"
"Molly, technical difficulties, shut him down," Mitch yelled. Molly raised her rifle, but was smacked away by the robot. The two other scientists ran off first chance they got. "Calm down."
"Name, name, name!" The robot begun shooting at everything he could see until he had buried the lab. "My name is... warrior, my name is ultimate... ultimate warrior. Ultarrior is my name."