I OWN NONE OF THE TRANSFORMERS!

OFC Introduction:

Name: Elle Taryn Fusien

Nickname(s): LaLa, El, chica, squishy, sweetspark, etc.

Age: 17

Appearance: Red hair, pale skin, sea-green eyes, skinny from starvation, narrow waist and wide hips, medium chest, several scars on arms and legs

Personality: Strong-willed, loyal, loving, used to loud noises and yelling, excellent at gymnastics, fighting and diving

Parents: Names unknown, father simply called 'mean man'

Siblings: Unknown

"Bee's radio"

.:: commlink::.

'Thoughts'

"Dialogue"

Flashbacks/the past

Primus

Before time began, there was the Cube. We know not where it comes from, only that it holds the power to create worlds and fill them with life. That is how our race was born.

For a time, we lived in harmony. But like all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. And so began the war. A war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death, and the Cube was lost to the far reaches of space.

We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it and rebuild our home. Searching every star, every world. And just when all hope seemed lost, message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called... Earth.

But we were already too late.

Optimus Prime's POV

Four trailing balls of fire hurtled through the Earth's atmosphere, landing in four different locations around the capital town of Los Angeles, California.

The leader of their group, being Optimus Prime.

He landed and slid for a few moments before everything came to a still. As Optimus pulled himself out of the fiery crater he had made, his audio receptors picked up a sound... whining. Prime scanned the area and saw a 2003 Peterbilt 379 navy blue semi-truck with ghost flames. Optimus scanned it and took it as his alt-mode.

He was also shocked to see a femme curled up in the base of a large pine tree about 20 yards away from him.

What angered him down to the core of his spark was the fact that the femme was covered in blood and her clothes were torn to shreds. Optimus slowly stood and the femme looked up at him, her optics wide.

It shocked his spark at how incomparably big this femme's optics were. And their color was a very vibrant and beautiful sea-green. He checked the human Internet to find that the color of the femme's optics, or rather, eyes, was an unusual color. While Prime was at it, he also downloaded the most commonly used language on this new planet. English. He kneeled in front of the femme.

"My designation is Optimus Prime, and I am not here to hurt you. What is your designation, little femme?" I asked softly.

"Y-you mean, m-my name?" The femme rasped, obviously in need of water. I nodded slowly. "M-my name's Elle. You aren't going to hurt me like the others?" The femme asked. I could see the fear in her optics.

"I swear on my spark I won't harm you, Elle." I said honestly. "Who did this to you?"

"The mean man." I cocked my processor at her, confused.

"Who is this mech?" I asked. The femme bit her lip.

"My father." She said, wincing like she was expecting a blow.

"Your mech creator?" I asked incredulously. How could this mech do such things to his sparkling? Elle nodded.

"He left me here to die. I don't know where I am." She said, sadness and despair transmitting through her vocal processors, and water began leaking out of her optics. Soon, Elle was sobbing. I gently picked her up and cradled her against the metal above my spark.

.:: Prime, where are you?::. Ratchet commed in.

.:: I found a small human femme where I landed. She's... crying.::. I commed back.

.:: You found a femme?::. Ironhide asked, surprised.

.:: What's she like, Optimus?::. Jazz inquired.

.:: Covered in blood, abused by her mech creator and sobbing her spark out.::. I stated bluntly. Stunned silence is what I got for an answer.

.:: Are you bringing her with you to meet Sam?::. Ironhide asked softly, though there was an undercurrent of rage in his tone. I thought for a moment.

.:: I shall ask.::. I replied, then looked down at the little femme latched onto my armor. I felt a pang of anger at the mech who did this to her, and ran a finger through her hair.

"Elle." I said softly. She looked up at me with weary, old eyes- too old for someone as young as she was.

I had those eyes.

"Yes, Optimus?" She asked hoarsely.

"My friends and I are meeting with two others of your kind and one of our scouts, designated Bumblebee. Would you like to come with us?" I asked, silently hoping she would say yes. I felt an immense ache in my spark at the thought of leaving her here to fend for herself.

Hey guys. I know this is a short chapter, sorry! I'll update it! R&R!