So this is a new story idea that I've been mulling over and I'm really excited about! It's really different and I think it's pretty unique too and I hope you guys like it as much as I do! Well anyways… Transformers is owned by Hasbro. I only own the OC's used and my version of the plot!

(Prologue)

The darkness of space…

So surreal and peaceful…

Stars twinkled in the distance, the darkness being highlighted by bright purple hues… Planets gravitated around a bright, blazing sun that bathed a faint glow around everything in close proximity…

It was cold, quiet, not a single noise to be heard…

So peaceful…

All of a sudden a loud roaring sound was heard as a streak of light shot through the supposedly endless darkness. Its' form was none other than a sleek, silver spacecraft, its' destination a small blue and green planet…

Earth…

A dark purple insignia was proudly displayed on its' wing… Not an it, but a him…

His thoughts, twisted and dark, were centered on just one thing in particular…

"I'm going to finish what I started… Metallah… Nothing will stop me this time…" He cackled darkly.

(Metallah's POV)

Systems powering on…

Energon levels: 50%...

Weapons systems: Functioning at 50% maximum efficiency…

System integrity: Functioning at 75% maximum efficiency…

Speed Suit: Synced. Functioning at 80% maximum efficiency…

Perform damage scan?

'Yes.'

System scan complete: Right arm has sustained minor damage, still functional. Right warp thruster has sustained major damage, non-functional.

Well that wasn't good…

Power on optical intakes?

'Yes.'

My optics powered on and I opened my shutters, staring up at the reinforced door of a stasis pod. How the pit did I get into this? I couldn't remember… Had I really been in stasis? For how long? Where was I?

Release safety clasps?

Until now I didn't even realize they were holing me in place against the seat of the pod. I really should pay more attention to my surroundings… "Yes release the clasps."

The thick metal restrains clamping down on my shoulders released and retracted back into their holders, followed by the ones holding my mid-section in place, and lastly my legs restraints. I leaned forward and rolled my helm to crack the knots in my spinal strut. "Well I can safely say that being in stasis fragging blows." I muttered to myself as I punched the release on the stasis pod door, causing it to blow off its' hinges and clatter to the floor outside with a resounding bang.

I grabbed the frame and hoisted myself up out of the pod. My legs felt weak, but I was able to stand on them. My bright silver, and red accented paint gleamed in the light of the strangest laboratory I'd ever been in. It wasn't like Sire's lab…

I looked around at the strange tools lining these metal slabs, drills and sharp knife like objects were everywhere. There were other beings small enough to use these? How strange…

My audios rotated in a wide arc, searching for any sounds or spark signals that I could pick up on as I slowly made my way towards a large retractable metal door. I crouched down next to it and hoisted it up enough that I could slip my lithe frame underneath it, then I carefully put it back so that not a single sound was made. If there were cons here I needed to get the jump on them, not the other way around.

I transformed my arm into an ion cannon, grinning at the thought of a fight as I silently crept through the dark corridors like a wraith.

Creeping along the wall, I stopped at a corner and carefully peeked out around it to see if anybot was there… Much to my chagrin there wasn't, so I slid out from behind it and continued down that corridor. I tapped into a strange electronic frequency… something called the internet… Internet? Was that what they were calling it now? Strange…

I tapped into the building schematics and pinpointed my location, as well as the nearest exit. It only showed me as a tiny blip on the overview, and no other signals from anybot else. Was I really alone here?

My frame was still tense as I kept my cannon at the ready, prepared for any surprise attacks. I transformed me peds into wheels and took off towards the nearest exit. I needed to get out of here and find Sire… he was all I had left now.

The memories came back…

I just wanted to protect her…

Why didn't she let me protect her?

Coolant pooled in my optics, but I fought it off and forced myself not to think about her… It wouldn't bring her back, nor would it stop the way my spark was throbbing in pain beneath the surface of my façade. I could always push everything away… Pain, loss, fear…

It was what I did best…

A sudden explosion echoed from somewhere deep within the confines of this place, shaking the ground and walls with the force of a squad of combiners rampaging. I screeched to a stop and whipped around to look in the direction it came from, half tempted to go back and see what it was.

But before I could the sensation of an EM field brushing against mine had me whipping around to face a yellow and black mech who had his cannon pointed at me. I narrowed my optics at him in challenge. "You gonna do something mech? Or are you just gonna stand there pointing that thing at my fragging face?"

It was obvious that my response surprised him, because he lowered his weapon slightly…

And I took my chance and activated my left warp thruster, locking onto him and jumping up right behind him in the blink of an optic. I grabbed him from behind, twisting his arm behind his back and slamming him face first into a wall, my knee digging into his lower back struts to keep him from struggling. "What fragging faction are you a part of?!" I growled into his audios.

He didn't answer me, so I pulled his helm back and slammed it into the wall again. "Answer me mech! I'm not gonna ask again!"

He still refused to answer me! I was just about to shoot the fragger through the back of his spark chamber when somebot started yelling.

"What the heck are you doing to Bee?!"

I looked towards the sound of the voice, expecting to see a mech death glaring at me for getting rough with his mechfriend, but there was nothing there… My optic ridges furrowed as confusion pulsed through me, but then my scanners picked up on a life form… close to the ground…?

It was tiny, pink, with this brown fluff on its' helm… I think it was a mech, its' anatomical structure seemed to fit the mold, but it seemed distinctly… feminine in build? What was it?

I was confused… "What are you? And who's Bee?"

He put his servos on his hips and glared at me with his bright green optics, red color pooling in his cheeks for some reason. "Bee's my Guardian! He's an Autobot! Who the heck are you?!"

"Autobot…" I muttered… Oh scrap…

"Yes! He's a scout serving under Optimus Prime!"

"Optimus Prime is here?" I asked hopefully, releasing my hold on my fellow Autobot so that I could turn and face the tiny… flesh creature more fully. "If he's here it must mean the war has come to… wherever we are… Where am I anyways?"

Now he looked confused… "You're on Earth."

"Earth? What the frag kind of planet is called that? Sounds like dirt."

A femme approached his side, this one had dark blue optics and long… black tendrils draped down from the top of her helm. "That was rude." She remarked dryly.

I shrugged. "I don't really care. Where can I find some cons? I really need to kick some fragging aft!"

Both stared at me like I was an alien or something… Wait… I was an alien… Whoops. "You want to actively go looking for cons to fight? Are you imbalanced somewhere?" The mech asked incredulously.

"My Sire taught me well. Now seriously, where can I find some? I've been trapped in stasis for so long it's not even funny! Now I'm desperate for a nice relaxing aft kicking session."

"You just had one." He pointed out, then he pointed at the yellow mech called Bee.

I turned to smile at him sheepishly, just now spying the Autobot insignia he was sporting. "Yeah sorry about that mech. I'm more of a kick aft, ask questions after type of femme."

He cocked his helm at me and chirped at me, pointing at my own insignia that was proudly displayed on my right hip.

"Yeah… I'm an Autobot. I serve with the wreckers." I commented quietly. Why wasn't he actually talking? "Something wrong with your vocalizer mech?"

A sad whir was his only response as his shoulders slumped in dejection, helm falling forward and hanging there a bit.

I stood up and lightly punched his shoulder. "Hey don't worry about it! We can talk over the comm link right?"

He nodded.

"Awesome. I'll send you my comm frequency." I quickly sent him my personal frequency and waited… It only took an astrosecond for a response to come back.

:Hello.:

:Hello back mech… er, Bee right?:

:My full designation is Bumblebee.: He scratched the back of his helm sheepishly.

:I'm Metallah.: I held my servo out for him to shake. :Sorry for getting so rough earlier, but I came out of stasis and I was pretty confused.:

:It's ok. I pulled my weapon on you. You had the right to react defensively.:

I nodded, because let's face it… I was never going to let somebot point a cannon at me without giving any slag back. One of the things Sire taught me was to never let anybot think I was unable, or unwilling to defend myself. I needed to appear strong, and capable at all times. No matter what.

"Sorry to interrupt your little discussion, but we're supposed to be getting to Mission City so that we can stop the cons that are rampaging there remember? Lennox and the others already left because we were taking too long!" Tiny mech exclaimed.

:We should probably go… but first… What are they, and what do I call them?:

:They're humans. My charge is called Sam, and the other one is called Mikeala. Sam wants her to be his mate.:

:Oh ok. Well we should get going… but I have a problem… I don't have the ability to take an alt mode right now…:

:That is a problem… We're not supposed to reveal ourselves to the humans. Sam and his femme are the exceptions.:

I mulled that over for a moment, before coming to a quick conclusion. :Well I can do a long distance jump if you can provide the coordinates? I'm guessing that since the cons are already rampaging there we're gonna have to reveal ourselves anyways. So if somebot sees me there it's not causing anymore unnecessary damage right?:

He cocked his helm and cupped his chin in his servo. :That would work. Can you do it safely?:

I waved his concern off with a scoff. "Yes. Yes, I can do that safely. I can only do long range jumps a few times but this is no problem. I just need everybot to get in close, and I need you to provide me with those coordinates ok?"

He nodded and gathered the humans close. :The coordinates are, 33.600021, -117.671997.:

I quickly logged the coordinates and tapped into the Earth-wide navigation system, powering up my one remaining warp thruster and grabbing into him as it reached max. "Hold on tight ok?!"

Our forms were quickly pulled into slip space, and we ceased to exist as solid matter for what must have only been a few astroseconds. Slip space was like a rush of electricity, everything that made up a bot breaking apart and racing along an intangible surge of powerful energy.

One astrosecond we were in the surge, and the next my peds were slamming into the ground, the force jolting me a bit but I was used to it by now. Bee however, tripped over his own peds and fell flat on his face, and the humans went rolling across the ground when he tossed them to prevent crushing them.

I shook my helm and looked down at him with a smirk. "You get used to it eventually mech."

He whirred pitifully, but otherwise didn't respond to me as he pushed himself up to his peds. By now the sound of gunfire and explosions were overwhelming, but I reveled in the battle going on all around me. I itched to just throw myself into it! Screw it! I was getting me some action today! "Well, Bee this is where we go our separate ways! I'll see you after the battle if you're still alive!"

With that I was racing off down the crowded streets, dodging humans as they ran for their lives amidst the chaos all around. I leapt over cars and charged towards a burly black mech who was grappling with another mech with helicopter blades sticking out of his back, leaping into the air high over both of their helms and flipping so that I could search for an insignia that would tell me who's aft to kick, and who to avoid shooting.

Copter mech was sporting a Decepticon insignia on his shoulder! I transformed my arm into a cannon and fired a barrage of ion blasts at his chassis before I even hit the ground, my tires screeching when I did and then whipped around to go after him again.

"Who the frag are you?!" Tall, dark, and burly growled at me.

"Autobot Metallah at your service Darknburly!"

He glared down at me, then turned his attention back to mechacopty who was glaring at me now. "Never heard of you! Where the frag did you come from anyways?!"

"No fragging clue!"

"Aren't you helpful?" He snarked sarcastically.

I just saluted him with a cheeky grin. "Yessir!"

The sudden whirring of an ion cannon powering up had me throwing my frame to the side in time to avoid said shot, curling into myself and rolling for cover behind a large truck. I caught sight of a black and white mech fighting nearby, but when Bee and the humans ran up on us I got distracted by them. "Took you long enough to catch up Buzzlebee!"

He nearly tripped over his own peds because of the nickname. :Buzzlebee?! What the frag?!:

I shrugged. "I like nicknames."

:Couldn't have given me a better one than that?:

"Nope."

"Bee! I could use some help over here!" Darknburly called as a seeker dove in between the buildings, and streaked right towards him and a bunch of humans.

Bee ran off to help him, while I leaned out from behind the vehicle I was hiding behind and providing covering fire for him. "You two stay close to me ok?!"

They scrambled up next to my peds and huddled down for safety as I continued firing at the seeker. But it was fragging hard as pit to hit him when he was twisting and diving to avoid each shot. He suddenly swerved again, shooting off a missile before ducking between two buildings and disappearing again.

"IT'S STARSCREAM! BEE!" Darknburly yelled as he grabbed one side of a large trailer and started hefting it up. Bee grabbed the other side and together they raised it up and used it to shield the humans against the missile. It impacted the trailer instead and exploded.

The sound nearly shorted my audios out, and the blast wave kicked up debris and dust all over the place. I had to duck down and shield the humans from it so they didn't get blown away by it, my frame curling around them to protect them from debris as they screamed in terror because of it. It ricocheted off of me, scratching and scuffing my paint and buffeting my sensor network with tiny pricks of stinging pain.

It died down quickly, and I carefully uncovered them after a klik so I could peer out from our hiding place. The sight of Bee's frame laying no more than a few meters away had me jolting into action. I raced out from behind the truck and over to kneel down next to him. His legs were blown off at the knees, and he was whirring in agony, static laced shrieks escaping him as he crawled away from the area of impact.

"Slag mech!" I grabbed onto him and dragged him away from the ongoing fight, laying him down near the truck I was hiding behind earlier. "Where's your medic?"

Dull, pain filled optics rolled over to regard me as the humans started panicking. :I don't… know…:

"Well comm him mech! Shut off the energon flow to your legs! That'll keep you from leaking out!" I whipped around to search for somebot to help, and the only bot close by was the black and white mech. He'd have to do! "Hey mech! Buzzle here needs a medic stat!"

He whipped around to face me, his optics quickly shooting down to take in Bee's mutilated frame as he disengaged from his opponent and raced over to us. "Aww slag! Bee wat happened to yah?!"

"Missile blew his legs off." I informed him. "He needs a medic! Where's yours at?"

"Ah'm no' sure! Lemme comm 'im!"

While we were waiting for some sort of response, a large silver form shot over-helm and transformed mid-air, before landing on one of the buildings nearby. Bright, sadistic red optics leered down at us from none other than the tyrannical oppressor himself… Megatron.

He drew his cannon and aimed it at us with a haughty sneer.

In a split astrosecond I activated my warp thrusters and jumped up behind him, spinning and firing a couple rounds into his back armor. "Over here Megadump!"

He spun on me and charged at me, roaring in rage as I turned and took off the other way with him hot on my aft. It worked just like I thought it would. With my speed I could outrun him easily, and my priority was to keep him away from Bee so their medic could treat him. I didn't have the brute strength to get through the thick armor that made him up, so I needed to prioritize keeping out of his reach so he didn't tear me apart… If I had my other setup I would have a real go at the fragger!

"One game of cybercat and glitch mouse here we come… But who's really the mouse Megadump?" I smirked.

For a breem or so I led him around the city, occasionally turning to fire a round at him to keep him incensed enough to want to continue chasing me. The funniest thing about Decepticons was that they were just that stupid! They just chased blindly when they were angry, and forgot about everything that was important! Easy manipulated tools!

My tires screeched across the asphalt as I ducked and weaved between buildings, keeping just out of reach of my pursuer. I swerved around another corner and raced down an alleyway towards a tall building in the distance, and as I was closing in on the street a large red and blue truck went shooting towards it. Normally I wouldn't have paid much attention to that, but my pursuer suddenly switched his attention to that and took to the air with an enraged roar.

"OPTIMUS!"

I skidded to a stop and stared after him for a moment. "Wait… that was Optimus Prime? Slag… I let the afthole just start chasing him! That was not my best judgment call ever…"

My HUD suddenly flashed red, alerting me to the fact that my energon reserves were running low. I should've expected it given my circumstances, but it still irritated me that I was running out of time already.

"Gotta make my last few kliks count!" I shot off towards the large building where I saw Megadump heading. He had a pretty good head start on me, but I was able to skid onto the main street and race towards it at breakneck speed.

My spark seized up when my optics landed on Megatron swinging his mace at a statue, but I didn't care about that. What I cared about was the fact that Sam was clinging to it, and the force of the strike shattered the stone and sent him flying off of the top of the building. I didn't know the human. I shouldn't have cared, but even knowing that I threw my engines into overdrive and raced towards the area where the trajectory of his fall should take him.

Only I didn't need to, because a large red and blue mech was scaling the side of the building, and he quickly reached out and caught him before he could fall to his possible death. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then Megatron dove down and tackled him off the side, sending the three plummeting towards the ground.

Why did relief always have to be so short lived?

They slammed into the ground a good distance away from where I was standing. I went to make my way over when my frame suddenly sparked violently and locked up, sending me falling face first to the ground below.

Energon levels: 10%

Lacking required levels to power speed suit. Eject now?

I cursed at myself for being so reckless, but unfortunately there was nothing I could do about it. My energon levels were too low to continue powering my mech suit. My HUD flashed as the warning came again, red bursting across my vision as I rolled onto my back.

Lacking required levels to power speed suit. Eject now?

'Yes…'

Initiating eject sequence…

My senses were cut off as I de-synced from my suit, leaving me temporarily blind, and unable to process anything going out outside, save for the sounds of loud crashing. I could feel the ground shaking still, even as the compartment holding me in place extended forward, the loud hissing of the chassis opening audible as my frame was pushed outside of the safety of my battle armor.

A gust of wind hit me and I shivered as it sent a chill through me. I transformed and the clasps keeping me suspended drew back so that I could climb out of the chassis of my suit. It was slightly disorienting, but I managed to stave off the wave of vertigo that always accompanied the sudden change in my own perception.

I crouched down on top of the fake frame I used, looking over the sleek silver frame that was designed to give me an edge in battle. Sometimes I felt so naked without it…

Shaking the thought off, I turned towards where I'd last seen Sam and Prime…

But as soon as I turned to face them a sudden explosion echoed from their general direction.

I didn't have the chance to see what it was, because something impacted my chassis and sent me flying off of my speed suit. Blinding, hot pain surged through my entire frame as I slammed into the ground and skidded across it, the force stripping my hot pink, purple, yellow, and orange paint up, and most likely leaving streaks of it in my wake.

I skidded to a stop and stared up at the planet's sun in a daze.

What… the frag… was that…?

My vision blurred and distorted…

I couldn't see anything anymore…

But I could hear voices everywhere…

Yelling…

Who…?

Sire…?

"At the end of the road you always want to be able to say that you have no regrets don't you sweetspark?"

I smirked. "I have no regrets Sire…"

And with that I succumbed to the darkness trying to pull me under…

R&R! Edited it and changed a few bits here and there!

Oh and this is what Metallah's color scheme has been changed to! i1 . wp alltoptens wp - content / uploads / 2014 / 02 / Top - Ten - Poisonous - Snakes . jpg?resize = 660%2C330 (Take out all the spaces! XD)