Hey guys! Kaos here! I was doing some thinking and got an idea for a transformers story. I decided to make this one for Optimus Prime as he's my favorite next to Bumblebee. I'm setting this in the movies if anyone was wondering what world this is in. I think it's called Bay universe or something...I'm not sure! It's late and I'm not so good with words at this time of day. DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except for Lunafrost and Heatwrath. I have had the hardest time attempting to create my OC's name. I spent two days just trying to figure it out. Okay, I'm rambling. Time for some fun! Let me know what you think. Enjoy!

Sabertron. A planet destroyed by greed. Millions of Sabertronians lost to the blades of war. So many sparks of life cut short all because of the one known as Heatwrath. The mech attacked my planet for the Energon we stored for Cybertron. Our sister planet was on the brink of war, yet we remained neutral for the sake of the Energon. Heatwrath was a Decepticon. A true brute of his kind. He tried to take my planet in the name of Megatron and destroyed it in the process. A few of my fellow Sabertronians were captured and enslaved as mates to the Decepticons. We were a femme race. A race I would later learn was similar to Earth's Amazonian tribes. I had called myself a leader, yet I ran from the destruction of my home. I did all I could to protect my fellow femmes, but we were outnumbered and outgunned.

I took the last loading ship to Cybertron. I saved as much Energon as I could upon it. My captured friends would refuse to mate, and they would be killed for doing so. Our ancestors taught us to wait for our sparkmates, as love was a rare occurrence for us. They may force a few of my people to mate only to find that the femmes would sacrifice themselves, if it meant their captors would suffer once they were dead. My spark would ache with the loss. I would be the only Sabertronian to survive, though I would hope that I was wrong.

I made my way to Cybertron as fast as my ship could carry me. Hoping I could get the remaining Energon to the Autobots. I sure as hell wasn't going to let the Decepticons get their hands on it. I would soon find myself landing on an Autobot base, where I would tell a mech named Ironhide what happened to my planet and my people. Ironhide would take me to see their leader, a mech I had not met as of yet. His name was Optimus Prime. He was a bot whose name could command respect by simply being spoken. I would tell him what had transpired before my arrival, how I had collected what Energon I could and came straight to him. He would give me his deepest condolences and request that I stay with them. He would not ask that I join the Autobots, so I would question him. Prime would look at me with saddened optics. He would say that he would not ask me to fight in a war that had already brought me so much grief. I would thank him and state that a leader who has no one to lead is no leader at all, just simply another solider with a mission. He would nod in agreeance and ask what that mission would be for me. I would tell him that my mission would be to seek revenge, yet I would rather request to join another squad than to waste my Energon on something that would never bring me peace. No matter how satisfying it would be.

Prime would state that I was welcome to join Autobots in their battle to defeat Megatron and his forces. I would tell him it would be an honor to serve him and thank him for his hospitality. He would smile and ask me my name. I would tell him that my name was Lunafrost and that I specialized in both tracking and hand-to-hand combat, though I could use any weapon handed to me.

He would nod and instruct Ratchet to give me a once over to ensure I was fit for battle. I would follow this Ratchet to the medical bay and have my circuits checked for functionality. Once he gave a clean bill of health I would follow another bot named Hound to my room, listening to him chatter about weapons and such on the way.

I would spend years with the Autobots, fighting alongside them, shedding Energon and precious metal with them. I spent most of my time with Optimus Prime and a cadet named Bumblebee. Prime would seem like a father to Bee, though they were not related. I would come to care for the Autobots just as much as I had cared for my own people. One mech in particular, however, would invade my processor more often than I cared for. Prime was a busy mech, he hardly had time to recharge let alone spend time with a femme he hardly trusted. I would feel my spark sink at times like those. I cared for Prime more than the others, so his distrust would sadden me. Had I not proven myself to him? Had I not bled Energon alongside him? Had I not shed precious metal just as he had? What command had he given that I would not follow? These were the questions I would ask myself every time Prime would look so coldly towards me. Then one day I would realize the answer. It was as plain as day. I had not died protecting my people. I had not sacrificed my life to protect those I cared for. I had not acted like a true leader.

Realizing this would both sadden and anger me. I would take my anger out on one Decepticon after another. I would destroy one Decepticon base on my own only to return to an enraged Prime. He would tell me how reckless I was and how I could have died. I would hand him Heatwrath's head and ask him if my death would make him happy. He would stare at me, confusion showing in his optics. I would walk away, not caring where I ended up so long as I was away from all of them; a mistake it would seem. Jolt would contact me and tell me the base was being attacked and that they were outnumbered. I would run as fast as my legs could carry me. I would join the fight and we would begin to win. I would have Prime's back towards the end of the fight. He and I made a great pair. Once the battle had been won, I would apologize to Prime for leaving. He would place his servo on my shoulder and say he understood. He would apologize for not trusting me and that from now on, I was family. Prime would walk away and I would see that a Decepticon, who was not fully dead yet, would throw his sword at Prime. Leadfoot would take his head as I ran for Prime. I would take the sword for him, fear would allow me to arrive before Prime first. He would call my name as I hit my knees. Ratchet would remove the sword from my back and Prime would carry me to the med bay. Ratchet would do what he could for me, but my spark chamber had been compromised. There was no hope for my survival that Ratchet could find, barring me fusing to my holoform. Prime would declare that this wasn't an option and would leave in a hurry.

To my disbelief, Prime would use everyone at his disposal to attempt to end the war for good. I would not allow myself to be the reason Prime sacrificed his men in vain. I would slowly make my way to my ship. It would be there that I would find a planet named Earth with life forms I could live amongst. I would take off, without a word. I would open my spark chamber and hold it in my servo. I would then don my holoform. I would fuse my holoform with my spark. I would experience the most severe pain imaginable. This fusion had never had survivors before. I would not expect to survive it. This would be my only choice. I would chance it. Darkness would come over me when the fusion was completed. I would believe I was dead.

I had not expected to awaken in a field beneath the sun, or awaken at all for that matter. I felt heavy and disoriented. You can imagine my confusion as I could not remember who I was, where I was, or why I was there. All I know is that I'm alive, and that for some reason, I feel hopeful.

Oh would you look at that. Luna has forgotten everything. I sure hope the government doesn't find her first...that would suck. Keep your fingers crossed! Sam may be camping near by with his folks. His mother might find her and take her in. Will Sam get a sister? Looks like the Witwicky family may have bitten off more than they can chew...or did the government do that? STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT! ~~Leave some love~~ ^.^