CHAPTER ONE: TRANSFORMERS: Mulan spin
Summary: There's a war going on in Cybertron, and the Autobots are commanding one mech from each family to participate. However, Shadestar's family only consists of her femme-creator, her great-femme, her femme sibling and her mech-creator. And her mech-creator is unable to go back to war; he was gravely injured. So she goes against the law that was written; No Femmes to Participate in Wars. She goes to war in her father's place; as a mech.
I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS (ANY OF THEM) OR THEIR CHARACTERS. NOR DO I OWN MULAN OR THE PLOT OR THE SONGS. ALL I OWN IN HERE IS SHADESTAR.
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Shadestar woke up to her little sibling jumping on her berth. She smiled and picked the little femme up, stroking her helm lovingly. Lightstreak clicked at her with affection. She exited her room and turned down the hallway to the family room. Her femme-creator was sitting, legs crossed, looking at a picture album. Her mech-creator was no where to be seen.
"Good morning, Mama." She said, and Chromia looked up, smiling brightly at her oldest.
"Good morning, 'Star. And hello my little sparkling!" She giggled, plucking her little one from Shadestar's arms when she stood and walked over.
"Where's Papa?" Shadestar asked, and Chromia pointed to the door on the other side of the hall.
"Kitchen, darling. Come now, Lightstreak, let's go find Great-femme!" Chromia and Lightstreak disappeared down the hall as Shadestar went into the kitchen.
Her mech-creator was leaning against the counter, sifting through the data-mail, a steaming cube of energon in his hand and a golden metal cane next to him. He looked up as she entered.
"Good morning, Shadestar." Sunstreaker smirked, and Shadestar smiled brightly at her Papa.
"Hello Papa! How are you?"
"Fine."
"And your leg...?" She asked carefully, and sure enough, her Papa stiffened a little.
"It's fine, Shadestar." Shadestar still remembered her Papa coming home after being gone for months and months, his leg in an electric splint. She had been just over a sparkling, just entering Youngling age, and didn't know what happened, but her Mama had told her later that her Papa had been ambushed, and several gears and wires had been taken out of his leg. He wasn't able to walk properly anymore, and god forbid he try to transform correctly.
She nodded and selected her own energon cube, sipping it quietly. Her Papa gave her a one armed hug, sipping the energon as his arm wrapped around her shoulders and neared his lips before he let her go again.
She set her empty energon cube down in the sink, getting ready to wash it out when she realized there was no more soap left.
"Papa where's the extra bottle of soap?"
She waited for a moment or two. No answer.
"Papa...?" She turned around just as a loud crash rang out. He had dropped his energon.
"Papa?!" She asked worriedly. He ignored her, staring at the unfolded date pad in his had. The rest of the mail had joined the spilt energon on the floor. His eyes went wide before narrowing grimly.
"Chromia!" He called loudly, and his spark-mate came quickly.
"Sunstreaker!? What's wrong?" She asked, Shadestar's great-femme on her heels, holding Lightstreak.
Elita One cuddled Lightstreak close as Sunstreaker reached over and pulled Chromia close, holding her for a few moments before pulling away. Wordlessly, he handed her the data pad, and her expression went from confusion, to shock, to sadness.
"They can't do this!" She cried, her optics brimming with fluids.
"The war is getting worse. I need to go; they're demanding one mech from each family. I have no other choice." He said grimly, but in a soft manner.
Shadestar gasped, covering her mouth with her hands, optics wide.
"What? No!" She cried, "Papa you can't! You're injured!" Sunstreaker turned to his daughter.
"I have no other choice, 'Star. You know that. You know the rules. There is no one else in our family that can go."
"You can't! Please, Papa, tell them why they can't make you. Please!" She begged, but he shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment.
"No, Shadestar. Please, calm down now." She shook her head angrily.
"No! They can't make you do this! You can hardly walk, for Primus' sake!" She yelled, and Sunstreaker's eyes narrowed.
"ENOUGH SHADESTAR! YOU KNOW THERE IS NO OTHER WAY! STOP THIS FOOLISHNESS AND KNOW YOUR PLACE!" He yelled back, making Chromia, and Elita One flinch slightly. Lightstreak whimpered, burying her head in Elita One's neck circuitry.
Shadestar's optics swam, and she ran from the room. Chromia took a couple steps after her, hand raised, but Elita shook her head, gathering her into a hug.
Sunstreaker was breathing hard, and leaned against the counter, one hand wrapped around the handle of his cane, the other cradling his forehead.
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Shadestar didn't get back until late, just before suppertime. She had spent the day wandering the streets, and hiding in the library. She didn't realize she had cried herself into recharge in the back, dusty corner until she woke up a half hour before dinner.
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