Ello there readers, thank you for taking the time to click and read ^_^ This'll be a quick layout of my TF fanfic and what's to follow. Any questions or complaints? Leave a comment or better yet send a private message and I will get back to you ASAP.

First off, this will be the first of three stories I'm producing alone and takes place on Cybertron during the reign of Zeta Prime/ Sentinel Prime in the War for Cybertron/ Fall of Cybertron/ Prime verse. This is also an OC centered story...For all of you that probably hate OC stories, don't worry. I myself hate over powered over rated OC's and will not make the reading painful, I just enjoy the thought of what the war was like for common soldiers and thinkers.

Second off, STAY AWAY FROM MY OC'S UNLESS YOU ARE SeniorFuzzyBuns OR HAVE MY PERMISSION! If you would like said permission, you have to talk with my via Private message and work something out. PLEASE. There is nothing worse than a thief that steals the mild originality of others, that's low life bum status :/ So please keep to your own characters thank you very much.

Third off, SeniorFuzzyBuns and I will both have each others OC's in our stories so don't get mad at me or him XD We don't steal XP

Iight, now that I let that out, the next chapter will start my fanfic. Enjoy ^_^

OH WAIT! Disclaimer, I only own my OC's (and am borrowing Fuzzy's here and there). If I owned Transformers, I sure as hell wouldn't be on XD. OK, NOW you can Enjoy meh stories. ^_^"

Transformers: Maniacal Rising

Chapter 1: Beginning of the end

Iacon, capital of the Autobots. Said to be the most peaceful of all the cities. Tarn, Kaon, Decagon, and even Polyhex combined could not match the prosperity of what Iacon had achieved... but this was not the city it claimed to be. Zeta Prime can deny it all he wants, but even the supreme leader of the Autobots cannot mask what happens in Iacon. Autobots act no different from Decepticons when given enough high grade energon, which most of the rich bots thrived in. Though the poverty and death rate are low, the same cannot be said for the injuries on the streets (though not as bad as Kaon it was still pretty bad). Decepticons were usually blamed for said and injuries but nothing could be further from the truth. The Decepticons were a political party at this time, and thus not all of them are necessarily evil. Maniacal maybe, but not evil.

The young neutral 'Con running through Iacon was the perfect example. He was a fairly simple mech with a helm identical to the Decepticon symbol and a sleek (yet box chested) design. The pair of wings sticking up from his back gave him a rather unique appearance along with his height, somewhere between the typical scout and leader classes. His chassis was a titanium white with various jet black areas and the visor above his face mask glowed a radiant yellow.

He skillfully rushed passed every mech in his way and changed shape when there was a gap in the road he could use, transforming into a cross between a car and a jeep that still carried his sleek yet boxy appearance as he went into a four wheel drive and raced towards his destination leaving a faint red streak as he did so. He went right passed the Autobot academy as that was never his first stop, instead he went to a rather rundown building as he came to a skidding halt. It wasn't a massive structure (only being about two stories high) and it was branded with several scorch marks and repair patches. He slowly transformed back to his robot mode as he approached the rusted door, knocking on it as he waited for an answer.

-He had to chuckle as he heard a few crashing noises as a voice with an accent (New York) cried out to him.- "Son of a- Who's there!?"

-He replied in a rather cool tone that carried a slight echo to it.-"Who's always here every other solar cycle Tapedeck?"

-The door opened to reveal a pink and blue leader class with energon blue optics (Tapedeck). He was fairly bulky and a bit taller than the white mech yet still seemed had a rather sleek look to him. As with the building he also had a few scorch marks contrasting his pink chassis- "Retro!? I didn't expect to see ya so early in the day. How's it going lil buddy?"

-The white mech would offer a hand shake.- "I've seen better days."

-The pink mech would shake his hand but also tilt his head in slight confusion.- "Why's that? You don't look like you got rationed."

-The white mech would vent before speaking.- "Worse, I got deported….. Can I come in? Might be my last time."

-Tapedech was frozen in shock before shaking his head back to reality and letting him in.-

The place wasn't to much of a mess, but there were still tools and gadgets litered everywhere and a smoking power cell of which Tapedeck would pick up and tinker with (Also a pair of femme bot crotch guard that he had no dout stolen during one of his perverse raids). Retro took a seat and stared at the gadgets before his pink host spoke again. He had known this pink mech for quite some time and they had already gone through one year and a half in the academy together (both being inventers). He was the kind of mech you could easily talk t but at the risk of being talked to as he would ussually ramble. This wasn't the case if there were femmebots involved however, Tapedeck was about as perverted as they got but it did give a nice contrast to his chassis coloring (which many bots made comments about)-

"So… You're a Decepticon?..."

-Retro didn't look towards him as he calmly answered.- "No, but the city doesn't want neutrals…. Since I refused to badge myself an Autobot, Zeta Prime doesn't want me in Iacon…"

-Tapedeck almost dropped his power cell- "What!? You took this all the way to Zeta Prime!?"

-Retro would chuckle- "I wish I had the lugnuts to do that… Negative Tapedeck, Zeta just announced that Iacon is to be the Autobot capital…. Only for the Autobots now."

-Tapedeck reached over for his laser scalpel- "But you're neutral."

-Retro would point an index digit into the air in a matter of fact fashion- "Still not an Autobot."

-Tapedeck would begin cutting through some of the power cells outer most layer, putting it away afterwards an venting a bit- "So…. You're really leaving me behind huh?"

-Retro would look to Tapedeck with his yellow visor- "Looks that way, at least you got your brother right? And your still with that femmebot, Crossfire?"

-Tapedeck would move alittle with uncertainty as he picked up a number of tools and began to adjust the power cells wiring- "I dunno Retro. Rubicons cool and all but he's not an inventor that takes my work as seriously like you do, and Crossfires been acting differently."

Retro seemed to take an interest in the topic- "Different how?"

-The pink mech continued his work- "Well she never did like being seen with me in public, as usual, but now she barely even visits me after our time in the academy. And while we're there she's like EXTREMELY competitive over the whole medic thing." –A few sparks leap from the power cell and cause him to withdraw his hands for a moment but he continues- "And I hear she's hanging out with that no good time bomb Dropcannon."

-Retro would shrug his shoulders plates- "Well you still got your bro. I got nothing when I leave after my classes…."

-Tapedeck would stop working for a minute as he stood up and left the power cell- "I'll be right back."

After Tapedeck left, Retro began to glance around the workshop of a home he was in. He was going to miss this place, truly. He never had much of a home so he'd like to think that this was it. Now it would become just a memory, a memory that would forever be welded into his processor. He mentaly swore Zeta Prime and his laws, who was he to just evict everyone that was either against his party or unaffiliated with his party? This violated Retros rights as a citizen. How is this remotely fair? He wasn't going to tell his friend Tapedeck, but his next destination wasn't going to be a pleasant one. He was sent to Tarn of all places, not as bad as Kaon but it was still a no mans land sort of area and he was more than likely to be torn into pieces by some bigger mech. And most mechs were bigger mechs. Doesn't help that there isn't very much travel needed to reach Kaon from there, anyone could be a potential threat due to this. Retro was shaken from this thought when Tapedeck came back wheeling in a cart with a faded tan tarp concealing something.

-The pink mech would step aside- "Here you go buddy… It's not much, but it'll get you where you need to go…"

-Puzzeled, Retro would remove the tarp and gaze upon 8 cubes of energon, a neat brick of energon chips, A strange cone tipped tool, a wrench, and… he wasn't sure what the gadgets he saw were- "Thanks Tapedeck… But, what are these? And this?" –The picked up the cone tool with one hand and one of the strange gadgets in the other-

-Tapedeck would give a light hearted chuckle- "Why, they're my inventions of coarse! That there cone looking thing is what I like to call an M.O.S.A, Mega Omni purposeful Sonic Amplifier." –He placed a fist proudly on his hip as he gestured with his other servo- "I know you always were into communications, so I devised an app for your chassis so you can do incredible thing with sonics. You could transmit messages, intercept signals, fire off sonic blasts, scramble audios receptors, listed in on the femmes from a few blocks away"

-Retro would chuckle again at the last suggestion- "Well I know what you did to test this then…. What about these?" –Holds up the strange gadget-

-Tapedeck cleared his throat, a bit ashamed that he rambled- "Right, I got a hold of a seeker tech a while back and was stunned at the idea of us groundies being able to fly. Gave me the idea of making these hover pads."

-Retro tilted his head- "Don't they have those already?... and different from these?"

-Tapedeck stomped a foot down in slight anger- "Those are just prototypes and don't forget who is on that project!...-cough- And mine are different ya see. Mine is thinking ahead for"

-Retro and Tapedeck said the same thing in perfect unison- "The Energon Drout."

-They both laughed at this, they were both believers that one day there will be no more energon on Cybertron due to whatever reason and that they will need a stronger energy source to survive- "Yeah Retro, my invention is T.E.D proof. Ya see, like this power cell here, you can use those hover pads without using energon… though there is still a recharge time, due to my mechanical genius they can charge when you are not in motion which burns the power, instead you just float there with the gravtech propulsion systems keeping you suspended."

-Retro would nod- "And why are there so many? And what's with the energon tank?"

-Tapedeck would pick up the gadget he had just mentioned- "FYI This is a nucleon tank, not that you need to know how I got it… -glances from side to side-

-Retro would oll his optics under his visor- "Same place as the crotch guards?"

-Tapedeck paused before ignoring his shockingly accurate comment.- "And ALL of these little nick knacks of mine are so that if you really wanted to, you could fly...most likely...with hope..."

-Retro would stare at the gadgets, then back to Tapedeck- "And you'd just give all of these away? To me?"

-Tapedeck would sigh, the boost of energy he received from explaining his inventions gone- "Retro, we been friends for as long as I can remember. I'm not gonna be around with ya on your lil mini adventures anymore and you won't be around to try talking me outta peeping in on the femmes locker rooms." -they both chuckled as Tapedeck awkwardly scratched the back of his helm- "Anyway, I want to be sure you'll still function without me watching your back."

-Retro would nod again- "Hey, maybe I'll return after this whole Autobots vs Decepticons thing fades out?"-Comes to a stand offers his hand to the taller pink medic again. Tapedeck shook his hand firmly as they looked optics to visor-

"I'll have a nifty new toy waiting for ya…. Now let's install this gear and roll to the academy."

-Retro would chuckle- "Sounds cool, thanks for trying to make my last day something special."

-Tapedeck would pat his back- "Everyday was something special, now let's cut this mushy mushy scrap and install this gear ya sentimental nerd."

-Retro would chuckle before resting on an empty work table, completely confident in the pink medibot as he began to work-

Alright, that is how I'm a end meh first chapter XD Remember to Review as I love a good critique on my writing style, which is somewhat Role Play inspired ^_^ As I said before, I only own my OC's and if you want more info that I may have left out to make sure it's not TOO long just send me a PM and we'll talk. Other than that I hope ya read the next chapter when updated and check my special new blog at for character bios and previews of events that have yet to come... -snickers- X3 Have a nice day and thank you for your time.

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