I only own my O/C. Hasbro owns the rest.
The femme rolled her optics at her so called mission. Investigate an area that was thought to hold one of the warriors sent to earth a few hundred years before they arrived. This 'mission' was thought to be safe enough for her to go out alone. There was nothing here except a few trees, a small pond and rocks. Lots of rocks.
She transformed her arm into an energon ray and began shooting at the rocks around her, still finding nothing. An hour and nothing. Transforming her arm back she picked up a rock and threw it as hard as she could towards the pond but completely missed. She went to the waters edge and stared at her reflection. Her helm, chest and legs were a deep cherry red, her arms hip armor and feet were orange, each piece was sharp and dangerous, edged with a gold border. Her green optics stared sadly back.
With a sigh, she turned and made to have one last look around before asking to be bridged back.
A green portal opened a few metres away from her, rolling her optics she inwardly groaned thinking Soundwave must have figured it was time for her to go back. She turned towards it but stopped as two shapes came out from inside.
A yellow mech followed closely by a taller red and blue mech. Both turned towards her, their weapons pointed at her. Seeing only her they shut down their weapons. The yellow one made some clicking and beeping sounds.
She froze, staring at the two unfamiliar mechs. Her optics glanced over the smaller, yellow mech before doing the same to the taller, red and blue mech. Her green optics locked on his bright blue optics. She felt something stir within her spark, some strange pull towards this tall mech. He blinked and the spell was broken.
"Are you alone?" the tall red and blue mech asked.
She nodded, warily taking a step back.
"I am Optimus Prime," he said in a deep, baritone voice. She felt her spark pull towards him once more. "This is my scout, Bumblebee." He motioned to the yellow bot beside him. "Do you need any kind of assistance? Perhaps we could help you if your alone."
"No, no," she said, taking another step back. "I'll be fine."
"We won't harm you," Optimus said taking a slow step towards her and moving a servo towards her, palm up. "I am the leader of the Autobots. We can offer you safety if you need it. What is your name?"
"I am Sunstorm," she lowered her eyes, and in an almost bitter voice added. "Daughter of the leader of the Decepticons."
"Regardless," Optimus said softly. "You will still be welcome with us." She looked up and met his optics, he still had his servo held out to he and had a soft smile on his lips. She reached towards him, her servo slipping into his larger one.
"Get away from him this instant," said an all too familiar voice from nearby. There was a clicking of a weapon being armed and out stepped none other then her father, Lord Megatron. "You should be proud of who you are and where you have come from."
"Opi!" with a gasp she turned to face her father. She looked over her shoulder at Optimus, her optics met his sadly as she went to her father's side. Her spark thrummed loudly in her chassis, demanding to be close to Optimus. Megatron grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him, his weapon still trained on Optimus and Bee. There was the sound of a bridge being opened behind them and he pulled her back with him.
"I'll find you again," Optimus called to her as she went through.
