Hello, I am Historican Keeper! This is my first story on this account and I hope you like it! Here's some background info on the Historica!

HISTORICA IS A UNKNOWN, UNNAMED THRID FACTION WITHIN THE CYBERTRONIAN WAR WHO STRIVE TO ACHIEVE PEACE ON BOTH SIDES. THEIR LEADER, BYTE, AND HER TROOPS WERE ONCE FIGHTING ONE ANOTHER, HALF BEING PERIVOOUSLY AUTOBOTS AND HALF BEING PREVIOUSLY DECEPTICONS. AFTER THE PRAXTON BOMBING, THE 25 CYBERTRONIANS WHO DEFECTED FROM BOTH SIDES ALL AGREED ON CREATING A NEW, SECRET FACTION FOR THOSE WHO NO LONGER WISHED TO FIGHT IN THE WAR.

SHORTLY AFTER THE ALLSPARK WAS LOST, BYTE LEAD THE 500 CYBERTRONIANS UNDER HER ORDERS OFF OF CYBERTRON AND THEY SPLITE UP INTO 50 GROUPS OF TEN, EACH GROUP GOING TO A PLANET RICH WITH ENERGON. IT WAS BOTH LUCK AND DESITNY THAT BYTE AND HER CLOSE FRIENDS CHOSE EARTH.

Hope you liked the background! On to the story!

Warnings: Violence due to: blood, energon, war, torture, and stubborn factions. Sexual content can, but will not exclude: Sexual jokes, sexual tension, mentions of sexual activities, the 'Talk' for both humans and Cybertronians, extreme humor during chapter breaks if possible. Borderline 'T-M' rating.

Five year old Tetra Anne Jones knew she would change the world the day her human family died. It had been a normal day, but a robber with a knife and gun would forever be engraved in her mind.

The man, looking up from her hidden jewelry.

Her scream, causing her father to rush in.

The man panicking and shooting her father dead.

Her running into her brother, who was ten at the time. He had pushed her in a coat closet and shut the door, something hitting the door a second later.

She remembered her mother's screams as the man found her hiding space. She remembered following her mother's last orders and pleas and running out the broken back door and into the forest.

She remembered running into her new family less than an hour later.

~Hope For All~

Tetra looked at the large beings in front of her, not the least bit scared. Just curious. She had woken up being carried by a warm, metal hand and was definitely feeling curiosity towards these beings. They spoke in clicks and whirls that made her sleepy. "Youngling," A sweet femme's voice said. "Where are your creators?"

Somewhere in her mind, Tetra knew they were talking about her parents. "Mummy tol' me to run." She answered. "She tol' me to run an' never look back."

there was another set of clicks as the hand holding Tetra was drawn to a multi-colored mech's chest. Tetra's unnatural green eyes slowly closed and her breathing slowed as a thrum of something akin to a heart lulled her to sleep.

~Hope For All~

The Historica watches as the human sparkling fell into recharge against the lime green mech's, who sported neon yellow and hot pink stripes, chestplates. "I've searched her facial plates." A snow white mech started once they realized she was not offlining. "Three point sixty-two breems ago, three bodies were found within their housing unit and five 'year' old Tetra Anne Jones was declared missing." There was more tension than ever as a deep green femme, taller than all but one, spoke.

"Thank you Frost." She sighed. She was approx. 30 feet tall and had black and brown accent marks along her deep green armor. She had vibrant green eyes, much like Tetra's.

"Byte," The lime green mech, whose name was Whisp, said softly, not wishing to make the sparkling online. He was approximately 17 earth years old. "We're keeping her, right? I've seen what the younglings who go to the youth centers here and it's not good." Byte looked at her sparkmate and second in command.

"What do you think Froth? Should we keep her?" She asked the blue mech in the back of the group.

Now Froth wasn't the ice-for-spark mech every bot thoughthim to be, but he wasn't exactly a soft-spark either. He let his slightly red but mostly green optics rest on the human child – as only Patch and him researched the natives of this planet – and felt a pull, similar to the one he had before he began courting Byte, but not as intense. Byte had been devastated when Patch, their medic, told them the could never have their own sparklings. 'Perhaps,' He mused, gently taking the sparkling from the multi-colored mech. 'she is our hope.'

"Froth?" Patch's voice asked. The mech looked up at the softly colored mint green femme, a smile hidden behind his recovery mask.

"It would be beneficial to all if young Tetra Anne Jones stays." He answered, making the tension in the Historica base all but disappear. 'Most beneficial.'