Ok, this is my first published fanfic, so I'm open to criticism, and only if its helpful. Anyway, lets get on with the story.
The Death of a Hero: a transformers fanfic
By: Typhlosion27
Prologue: What could possibly go wrong?
I could only stand there, strapped to a dissection table in a lab on the outskirts of kaon… Watching my entire brigade be blown to bits, mangled, torn apart and blasted away… The look on their faces… a look of sheer terror mixed with rage at my decision… And all I could do was watch, screaming for the 'cons to give'em mercy… This was all my fault… The false hope of a new energon supply turned into a massacre… My friends… Gone… And they don't want to kill me because I may have valuable information about the war… I'm not the kind to break that easily, but this was something nobot should go through… this was complete and utter torture... Oh, I forgot to introduce myself; my name is Clocker, just an ordinary cybertronian until that fateful day…
Chapter one: In the beginning…
"Come on! Get it out of neutral or you're gonna get scrapped!" I heard a voice ringing in my auditory sensors… "Clocker! Get Your lazy ass in gear now! you're fine now get moving!" I felt someone pulling on my arm, trying to get me to move… But everything was blurry… I could barely make out the shape of the bot in front of me… I hear the familiar voice of someone.. but who?... Then everything blacked out again as another artillery shell hit.. I woke up in medi-bay, about half a cycle later… I was hooked up to an I.V. of synth-en; doc's special formula only used for emergencies… I could see a figure standing next to me with a data-pad… "R-ratchet?..." I reach out, muttering when the figure puts a hand on my shoulder. "Easy Clocker, you got hit point blank by the warp cannon, luckily that armor that wheeljack made saved you." Suddenly, everything comes flooding back to me. "Ironhide! DId I save him!?" I jolt up, only to be pushed back down by Swerve. "Easy kiddo, ol' iron-head'll be just fine" I look at him sceptically as he hands me a glass of his special energon cocktail "Relax, nothin's wrong with it, just figured you'd want something besides that synth-en crap Ratchet here's feeding you" he gestures to the medi-bot. "I'll have you know that this 'crap' has saved countless lives," Ratchet replies calmly, "and you need to leave now Swerve, its time for his recalibrations." I shift back quickly as not to have a finger jammed into my optics. "watch it doc! You almost made a second medical case for me" "oh quiet you, we need to get you operating so you can go visit Iacon soon, the council wants a word with you" he snaps back, irritated yet amused at my comment.
After a thorough evaluation from Ratchet, I'm forced to go and be re-plated with armor. After all, it was hit by a gun the size of a guardians forearm, but being refitted means I have to get a new alt-form as well... I really liked my whole turning into a speeder for the tracks, I mean, I was right up there with Jazz; the top racer in all of the hydrax plateau. Wonder what Wheeljack will give me this time... I think to myself. So I soon stand at the door to the armory, the security drone scans my ID badge and the doors meld into the wall to reveal a busy lab with bots rushing back and forth with some type of equipment. Not even two microseconds in the lab and there's a small explosion to my right. "Brainstorm! What in Primus's name are you doing?!" I hear Wheeljack's voice ring out while stumbling out of the cloud of smoke, his signature white, green and red armor covered in soot and scorch marks. Another figure trips and falls face first out of the smoke coughing. "What you told me to! Its not easy mixing this formula!" I watch as Brainstorm quickly gets up and starts dusting himself off. "Damn medi-bot... world's hardest compound to make and he expects us to make it faster than turbo-foxes on race day..." I laugh at Brainstorms remark. "Hard to make? Try being on his retrieval team, 'cons have the stuff under lock and key" I say. "Doc-bot send you for re-plating?" Wheeljack turns to me, grinning. "I see the armor I made worked well then? Saved two bots if I'm not mistaken" I nod, "Anyone even seen Ironhide? I want to make sure he's ok" "Don't get your circuits in a mess kid, worry about it after I'm done with you" Wheeljack chided, and with that, he started working on my new armor...
Ok, that's the first chapter. Tell me what you think and I'll be working on the second one, to be released soon!