The following story's language has been translated from Cybertronian to English, courtesy of fantasyaddict101.

The story takes place many millenia ago when most of the more ancient Cybertronians were still young.

Orion Pax= Optimus Prime

Dion=Ironhide

Ariel = Elita 1

Tron= Megatron

"Orion, get your aft over here!" Ironhide called. He and Ratchet sat a couple hundred meters in front of their Cybertronian school where many other students sat while they waited for the beginning of the first class.

"What's new?" Orion Pax asked, his dark silver form sitting down next to the bulky Ironhide and the light green Ratchet; the latter robot intently reading a bulletin. His brightly colored digit left indents on the datapad.

"Nothing much," Hide responded, flexing his arms, as a cluster of femmes walked by.

Orion chuckled lightly at the femme's bashful reactions. "How much are you lifting now? You're looking bigger than usual lately."

"Ah, you know...somewhere between 800 thousand and 9."

"Dion, you're crazy."

Ironhide playfully hit Orion on the shoulder. "Orion, I told you, I changed my name for my final frame. Now it's Ironhide, no more of that Dion slag that my sire dubbed me."

Orion, venting, remembered the afthole Dion's/ Ironhide's sire was until he finally offlined in an old war. Dion was in his final frame, and now mature enough to understand the unkind mech he was.

Changing the subject, Ironhide commented, "I heard that two new students are joining today...supposedly femmes."

Orion rolled his light blue optics, "Hear that Ratch?"

"Hm? What?"

"Ratchet, what are you reading so intently?"

Ratchet looked up a bit from the article, "Says here that there's talk of a war starting soon."

"There's always a war," Hide reasoned, "Betcha it'll be over before I can join the army."

"Wait, join the army?" Orion questioned.

"Yep, soon as I get through this school. I'm gonna get myself drafted." Dion explained, "I just like the weapons," he chuckled. Orion stared at the mech, hoping that that was a joke.

Ratchet barely seemed to hear them.

"Hide, I don't think this may be such a little war as the others have lately-"

"Okay, who is it written by?"

"Um...Prowl."

"Prowl? The freshman! He's got a logic glitch and you expect his articles to be accurate?" Hide snatched the datapad and threw it into a waste receptacle. "So what are your future plans, Ratch? Besides getting drunk off of high grade from late-night-early-morning parties? We've only got a little bit of our senior term left after all."

"Not sure yet. I've been learning more about the medical field lately, but a community officer position has been attracting me lately also. I'm aiming for something to help bots."

"Really Ratchet?" Orion laughed, "You're too nice and fun to be an officer. If you wanna be in the medical field, you have to have a bit of a back cord or restrain!"

"What about you Pax? Are you still into repair?"

"Yeah, welder. I don't think I'm cut out to be in the army, and I don't believe I'd be strong enough to be a type of officer or anything."

The dreaded bell rang.

"Frag," Ironhide stated, picking himself up. As the trio approached the door, a tiny figure pushed through them, "'Scuse me! I'm so sorry, oh frag," she apologized. "Um, can you please tell me where hall 23 is?" the fembot asked Ratchet. "I'm new here," she blinked waiting for his response. He was frozen, unmoving, his optics fixated on her. "H-hall 23?" she waited a few more seconds while Ratchet stared.

Putting on a smile which had drawn a handful of femmes to his berth, Ironhide stepped in front of his friend and replied to the girl, "Just go down the hall and take a left."

"Thanks," she said, breathless. Beginning to sprint away, she remembered to turn and call back, "Oh, I'm Moonracer!"

"Ironhide, Ratchet," Ironhide replied pointing to his still friend also.

As soon as she turned the corner, Ratchet suddenly jolted back to life. "Whoa! You see her? What a femme! That amazing smile, the dainty yet taunting figure, her perfect body-"

"Her nice aft as it ran away from frozen-mech. What happened to you?" Dion asked.

"I think...I fell in love," Ratchet replied.

As Orion let out a long whistle, while Dion smacked the back of Ratchet's helm.

Ironhide ran to his first class, Self Defense. The title was deceiving though; everyone in his class was planning on enrolling in the army soon after graduating so their teacher, Kup, turned his head the other way and let them engage in death combats or would let them try out the weapons most classes. Most classes ended with at least one student missing some extremity armor.

"I'd like to introduce everyone to our new student, Chromia," Kup stated as a 'top-heavy-hour-glass' shaped femme came out from behind him.

Hide whistled and winked at her, gazing at her dark navy blue and black form, earning himself a dirty glare which he took as a challenge.

"Chromia, would you like to say anything? Introduce yourself."

She stepped up confidently. "I am very fast and intelligent in combat. I hope that one day soon that femmes will be allowed to become soldiers, that is why I am taking this class and expect to be treated as anyone else in this class," she said, her deep blue optics boring into every mech. They cringed from her stare, but Ironhide grinned, unfazed, which obviously pissed her off. A lot seemed to piss her off.

'Fiesty' Dion thought to himself. 'And I'm all for femmes in the army, but is she crazy?'

Chromia moved herself into the line beside the rest of the mechs.

"Okay Chromia," Kup began, clapping his servos together, "Let's see what you got. Dion, front and center." Then Kup added to Hide near his sound processor, "Go easy if she's not adequate, though I have a feeling she may be,"

She looked innocent and shy suddenly as she inched forward. "Hi, I'm Chromia, but you can call me Mia,"

"Ironhide," he said extending a hand.

Smiling, she grasped it, then, with a battle cry, had Hide on his back after flipping him over her head.

"Holy sunova glitch!" Hide screamed. He rolled into a standing position, but the half second before he regained his balance, Mia dove as his legs causing him to fall again.

How serious, Hide was back on his feet ducking and blocking blows from her. Her fists flew towards his face, but he caught it an instant before collision, her fist frozen in front of his face. He noticed a raised part of her forearm, "Hey! Where'd you get that la-" he jumped to avoid her tripping him again. Dion kicked at her, but without prevail as she spun in mid-air thus twisting Hide's arms painfully. Kup counted the blows. Once he got to 50 exchanges, he ordered the two heavily venting students to quit. Chromia sent 41 blows; Hide receiving 33 of them. Hide threw 9 blows, Chromia receiving 8 well placed hits.

At the end of class, as Chromia walked to the femme's locker room (obviously alone), Ironhide blocked her way, pinning her with a suspicious glare.

"Where did you get that type of artillery?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about. Excuse me,"

Dion moved in front of her and pressed hard on her slightly raised forearm. A rocket launcher popped out, but she pushed it back in before anyone could notice.

"Don't you dare tell anyone I have this," she threatened.

"Where'd you get it?" he pressed.

"Don't worry yourself about it!" she shouted.

Kup, along with a few remaining students, looked at them.

She disappeared into the locker room, Ironhide unable to follow her.

Yay! I wrote something! I was looking through old-old-old-old-friggen-old files for something to post and I found this! I hope you like it, I plan on it having a few more chapters. I started writing this last January and I thought it will be just a bit of a different story. Please Alert-it!

And I'm working on "Transformer Monster Mash" or "A Transformers Halloween" or "Trick-or-Transformers" (vote on my poll for which name you like!) which will be like my "Transformers Jingles" which were warped Christmas songs. I'll post it sometime before Halloween! But please vote!