AN: So it has been a very long time since I've uploaded any stories (referring to my other account). So here goes this one I've had in the works for a while now. For the moment, I'm just posting the prologue, which is in two parts, to see how well received it is. I usually prefer to finish my stories completely before I post them up, so I won't leave anyone hanging should I lose interest in writing a story, but I'm going to do something a bit different with this one.
Yes, it is a KnockOut/OC story, but there isn't much of it in the prologue. Also, let it be noted that since the OC is a once-human-now-cybertronian and the story is more or less in her POV, the language will be a mix between human terminology and cybertronian. That and I don't want to make it too confusing for some as it can get kind of out of hand with terminology in fanfictions.
Anyways, the prologue is a bit long because I didn't want to break it up into too many chapters. That being said, the rest of the story may or may not retain the same lengths. But rest assured, I'll make sure to not have chapters less than 1,500 words at the least.
If I've made any mistakes please feel free to let me know (In a nice way that is). I have done my research with a lot of things in my story but some of those had two or three different things to say about some terms. Lastly, I have been up all night and it's like five in the morning so there is no telling what I've typed up.
Let me know what you think, and enjoy!
Scuffling sounds could be heard coming from the dark alleyway. A rough looking man wearing dark shades of baggy clothing stood over the body of a young woman. The man's face was covered up save for his eyes. He held in one hand a wallet ordained in what would be recognized as Decepticon symbols from the franchise 'Transformers', a broken chain hanging off of a small, metal loop on a corner of the wallet. In the other hand, however, was a bloody pocket knife.
"Stupid bitch shoulda' just gave me your wallet." He growled lowly.
The young woman on the ground did not even have the strength left to reply. Her thick, long hair clung to her bloody body, parts of it blending in with her dark hoodie. Her already pale skin growing even paler in the face of death. Storm-gray eyes glazing over as she slowly succumbed to the darkness.
Thoughts ran through her head at near light-speed. From dreams that she realized she was never going to reach, to more simple thoughts of 'I was really looking forward to grilled cheese for dinner though...'.
Just before she finally let go, she had a single last thought: Was the wallet really worth the chance of getting killed?...Yes.
Her eyes opened once again. Confusion immediately set in. It seemed like not but seconds ago that she had been stabbed in a grungy alley. But why did she not feel any pain? Had someone gotten to her in time to save her? That should not have been possible.
Actually, her whole body felt completely different. She did not know how to explain what kind of different, but she just did. She was not even really breathing either. Yet, her body was not screaming at her for the need to breath.
As her eyes began to focus, she found two large, metal beings standing above her. It seemed as if they were holding her. Once her eyes had managed to focus completely she was able to take in every detail of the metal beings. Their glowing red eyes seemed to be looking down at her in admiration. That is when it suddenly clicked in her mind: Transformers. The beings standing above her were Transformers, or Cybertronians she should probably say, considering one is the name of the franchise, not their race.
Glancing down at her own body she was able to confirm that she was indeed in a different body, which was why she felt different. She was suddenly very aware at her fans kicking in to make up for her mind being overworked. Mostly she was aware of the energon that now flowed through her whole form; she could feel it pulsing through her. Then, she felt something else. A small pulsing coming from the center of her chest. I have a spark!
Ultimately, she decided that she was not really that surprised. After all, she had been a big believer in reincarnation.
Now that that was settled, She moved on to her next issue; the two Cybertronians hovering above her. She could see a pair of wings sticking up behind both of their backs. So they were seekers, okay next. The one that held her seemed to be a bit slimmer while the other was a bit bulkier. Both wore armour coverings of various shades of black and grays, very dull and scratched up looking.
While she had been studying everything around her, the two beings above her had been admiring their new addition in awe. It was at that moment that, what she assumed was her language program, kicked in. Apparently, these two were her new parents, her Sire and Carrier; she had most definitely been given a new chance at life.
Time moved on after her rebirth. The youngling learned many new things about her new body and her creators. Both were simple miners, taking turns for the time being to their shifts at the energon mines. They were a very poor family, but a loving one.
She had found out by accident one day that her family was triple-changers. Her creators were hectic when they found their youngling transforming into a small sized Cybertronian jet and car (though her wings were nothing more than small nubs for the time being). She was swiftly told never to reveal that information to anyone else, as they would try to take advantage of her. Natural triple-changers were a rarity, so as far as anyone outside of her family knew, they were merely seekers.
It was years later when she finally grew out of her sparkling form. Overjoyed when her creators presented her with her own armour. It was at this time that she had finally grew enough to be given a designation. Her creators had thought on it for some time, as they wanted a name that would perfectly capture who she was as a Cybertronian. After finding that she seemed to have a oddly good aim for one of her age (she would often find sharp objects and throw them at various targets) they finally settled on the designation TrueShot.
TrueShot prided her new parts, not that they were anything shiny to be proud about. Her creators could not afford anything new and shiny, but it was her own. Like her creators, the new armour was various shades of a dull gray, except with thin accents of gold running up and down the sides.
"Come now TrueShot, you will have plenty of time to admire your new armour later."
"It is time to celebrate your coming into the next cycle of life."
Her creators called for her from the next room. As soon as TrueShot had been presented with the new armour she had run into her room to equip onto herself. "Okay, I'll admit, I'm a very vain Cybertronian." She giggled to herself as she glanced into the dull reflective surface that served as her mirror, reddish-purple glowing eyes staring back. Leaving her room, she hastily returned to her waiting creators. Not only had they saved up for her new parts, but they had also bought small energon-like cake treats that she had grown to love.
The celebration was not much, as the only present TrueShot received was her new armour. For the most of the night the small family unit of three simply sat and chatted away as they ate at the small treats.
"Do you think I could make it into the Academy?"
"It is possible, though femmes rarely make it in." Let alone one of such lower class. Her sire told her.
"But I am sure any bot would be more than lucky to have a femme like you under their command. Especially with that aim of yours." Her Carrier encouraged the youngling.
"What a story that would make. A kid who came from nothing who then becomes one of the strongest femmes around; commander of an entire army!" TrueShot giggled excitedly. Her creators exchanged worried glances before quickly covering them up. Ever since their youngling had gained the ability to speak, her vocabulary became questionable at times. Most days they would not ask, but merely brush it off as an oddity from being a triple-changer.
After some time, TrueShot started to nod off, needing to go into recharge. Her creators quickly rushed her off to her berth room before returning to clean up from the celebration.
TrueShot's recharge did not last long before she was woken up not hours later from a crash coming from another room. Quietly, she snuck out of her room to investigate. TrueShot peeked her head around the corner just in time to see an unknown mech strike her sire through with a sword. As he fell, her carrier came into view; he had been trying to protect her. Once her sire's form hit the ground his sparkmate followed suit, falling to her knees beside him.
"Last chance, femme." One of the strange mechs spoke, his sword pointing towards her spark chamber.
"We are not who you think we are!" Her carrier insisted, gently patting her fallen mate's chest before standing up.
"Deny all you want femme, we know you're a triple-changer."
"Do you have any idea how much bots would pay to come see a triple-changer fight in the pits?" Another of the bots spoke up.
"I would never lower myself to such barbaric forms of entertainment!"
"Says the lowly mining bot." The mech scoffed as the others chuckled lowly.
"It is a decent way of life, but what would you know of decency? You are no more then mere scavenger mechs who are not going anywhere in life."
The mech pointing the sword growled in anger before striking out at the femme, slashing open her spark chamber.
"Slaggit! We needed at least one of them!" One of the others smacked the mech on his side as the femme fell to the ground.
"Carrier!" TrueShot shouted out as she ran from her hiding spot and over to her creator's now empty frames. Realizing her mistake too late, she looked up at the three menacing mechs.
"Well, well, looks like we won't be going back empty handed after all."
"No! Let me go you glitching frag-heads!" TrueShot struggled as best she could to get out of their hold. Two of them holding her up by her arms as they stalked through the dark halls.
"Stop squirming you little glitch!"
"At least we'll still get paid a decent amount."
"Enjoy your new home." TrueShot was tossed into an opened cell door before it was shut back behind her. The rough metal ground scratched up her palms as she pushed herself up to stand. Glancing around the room she could not make out anything in the darkness, save for the glowing bio-lights of other bots that stood in the shadows nearby.
If only TrueShot had weapons available, but unfortunately, due to her being just a youngling and the offspring of miner bots, she did not have any such resources available.
The room she was thrown in was large and spacious, but almost devoid of any light. TrueShot began to feel terrified as her small form seemed like nothing to the larger bots that began to surround her.
"Look what we have here mechs, fresh metal." A hoarse voice spoke from the dark, followed by a series of equally hoarse laughs. The youngling looked up defiantly at the mechs that surrounded her. They looked menacing with their battle-scared forms.
"Back off you fraggers!" She retorted bravely.
"What a vocalizer she has on her. Why don't we fix that?" The larger of the mechs reached towards her. TrueShot stumbled back, tripping back as she moved to dodge him. When another of the mechs tried to grab at her TrueShot stood up and bolted to the side. A glint of metal caught her eyes. On the ground nearby was a sharp piece of metal, more than likely a broken piece of armour. As one of the mechs made another grab at her, TrueShot ducked down and swiftly took the piece of metal in her hands.
"Aw, is the youngling going to fight us?" They mocked her.
"Don't make me use this!"
"How cute." The larger mech smirked as he took a step towards her.
"I warned you." TrueShot threw the metal, lodging it deep into one of the mech's optics.
"You fragging glitch!" He braced a hand onto his wounded optic, energon seeping through his fingers. With his other hand he grabbed TrueShot around her throat and held her off the ground. Pulling out the lodged metal with a grunt, he pointed it towards one of her own optics. "An optic for an optic." The mech grumbled darkly.
"No! Let me go!" TrueShot thrashed around, scratching at the hand that held her throat in a tight grip.
"Enough!" A commanding voice bellowed out from the dark. The large mech stopped and went tense. "Release the youngling." With a growl her captor released TrueShot, letting her fall to the ground. The bots surrounding her backed away and went back to the shadows.
TrueShot turned around to face her saviour, her optics widening in familiarity, though he wore thicker and bulkier armour than what she had previously seen him wear in her last life "What is your designation youngling?"
"TrueShot, sir." She answered respectfully.
"Rightfully so," He looked up from her and at the other bots standing around the room. "from this day on this youngling is under my protection. If I find that any of you have harmed her outside of the arena I will take it as a personal threat to myself."
"Thank you." The mech looked back down to the small femme before him.
"I am Megatronous, you may call me as such. Come now," He turned to leave. "there are matters to be discussed."
TrueShot nodded and followed him through the shadows. She went into a brisk walk so as to keep up with his much larger stride. Their walk was silent, the only sounds coming from their steps. Minutes later they came to a locked doorway with a panel on the wall beside it.
Megatronous entered in a series of numbers, unlocking the door and causing it to slide open. TrueShot followed him inside, the door sliding closed behind her. The room was smaller than the last, but still spacious. Inside stood a mech covered in purple armour, standing just shorter of Megatronous. Like Megatronous, he too, wore more armour than what he wore later on on earth.
Upon hearing them walk into the room, the mech turned around to face them. Though his face was covered by a dark visor, his question came out clear as he gestured down to TrueShot with a nod of his head.
"My protege, TrueShot." Megatronous explained. "This is Soundwave, an accomplice of sorts." He introduced the two. "Now, tell me," Megatronous turned his attention back to the youngling behind him. "what is a youngling such as yourself doing in the pits of Kaon?"
"The scavengers, they came into our home. They meant to take my creators, but killed them and took me instead." TrueShot tried to hide her sadness that she felt from the broken spark-bond. Though her face held no emotion, her eyes were what betrayed her. Neither mech showed that that they noticed.
"Were they triple-changers?"
"I-...they told me never to tell." TrueShot looked down on the ground, not know what else to say. She knew right now she would be fine trusting in Megatronous, but later when he would start to change...
"Your secret will be safe with us for the time being; Soundwave and I are the only mechs who know. The fights were beginning to lose spectators, so the master thought by bringing in some rarities he could liven up the fights."
That was somewhat good news, TrueShot decided. Though, it was going to be hard enough on her as it was, just being so small and young. Thankfully, she was under the protection of one of the greatest gladiators to ever exist in the history of Cybertron.
"So what, am I expected to go out there and fight like this? I'm completely unarmed how am I supposed to fight? I'd get destroyed."
"I will convince the master to give you time to train; I doubt anyone would come to see an untrained youngling fight in the pits. If you wish to survive here you will have to train hard, I will not tolerate slacking of any kind."
"Understood, sir."
"You may have a talent with slinging objects, but you will need more than just that yo win your fights."
"I won't let you down Megatronous." TrueShot held her head high as she assured him with a look of determination.