TF:Ani universe. Everything belongs to their respected owners except my OC's.
A rapid knock sounded at the door. The mech groaned as he came out of recharge. "Who is it, Tran?" the black bot asked while getting up, "Whoever it is, they're asking for it!" The black bot flipped on the lights, revealing white areas around his figure, with a red Autobot symbol in the middle of his chasse, over his spark. He had yellow optics, different from the blue of his Autobot "Brethren". A hologram in the form a green mech appeared from the computer. "A package has arrived, sir," it reported, "There are no Autobots or Decepticons in sight." "Cut out that sir stuff, please. My name is Shadestalker, not sir. This is not the army of Cybertron for a matter of fact. I'm surprised some bot found us out here. We aren't suppose to even be on this planet, you're stolen and I'm considered a rogue on Cybertron. No bot lives here except besides the "primative" oraganics. Funny, I prefer them over any Transformer, Bot or Con."
Shadestalker openned the door and checked outside before taking in a package. "Sensors indicate no explosives, Shadestalker. Permission to open the package to test my solidfication program." "Go ahead Tran." Shadstalker handed him the package, Tran almost phasing through it and set it down on the workbench. He carefully pryed it open. "Shadestalker, we have a problem." He lifted something out of the package. Shadestalker found himself in the posession of a femme sparkling.
The sparkling was not very old. In fact, it looked nearly just sparked. She came out of her recharge, blinked a few times, and cooed. Tran, surprised, accidently let her phase through his serbos. Shadestalker dived and caught her. She started crying. "Okay, okay, let's get you something to digest and get you energized." He cradeled her while strolling over to the storage area. He reached in and pulled out some soft energon. She greatfully drank it. He then turned her on his shoulder, patted he, resulting in a satisfied burp.
"That's a good femme. What should we do with you?" The sparkling blinked her blue optics and cooed some more. She soon drifted into recharge. Shadestalker put a couple of blankets down on the workbench and set her dwon, stroking her head. "What will you name her?" Tran questioned, "It is obvious that some bot meant to leave her here and not a glitch." "That's it! You're a genius for a computer Tran!" "Shadestalker?" "That's her name, Glitch! It's perfect for her!" "Unusual, but you are her guardian now,it's your choice. I wonder who her creators were." "Whoever they were, they're insane for giving up such a cute litte thing!" "What happen to the tough, non-trusting rogue?" "I'm not non-trusting , just anti-social. But look at this face plate, doesn't it make your spark melt?!" "If I had a spark…" "Nonsense! You have a spark, I'm sure of it!" "If you say so…"
Sorry for the short prolouge. This story takes place several solar cycles before the show, but way after the war. Tran is a lot like the Doctor on Star Trek: Voyager. Shadestalker, Glitch, and Tran belong to me.