Hey Everyone! Here is a new fic for my Transformers universe i seem to have going on. This fic provides some background to the OC SparkSoul who appears in both Life of a Datsun and A Hell on Cybertron. This story is set before both of the others and links directly into "To the Academy and Beyond." I hope you all enjoy the story, it's finished on my computer so there won't be issues about updating regularly. :D That's a first. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Cybertron's sprawling cities are still while the bright moon shines over all. Very few mecha are online yet, a select few populating the entire planet. More bots are being brought online each day by those who live on the surface of the metallic planet. It's the early years of Cybertron. The moon is still young and their resources are plentiful.

There are two main controlling families on the planet, the Praxian Spark family and a similar family from Kaon. These two ruling families don't interact at all and are opposing one another in their ideals.

A sprawling mansion sits in the centre of Praxus, owned by the Spark's it's the most expensive house in the city. The building stretches high into the air, spires reaching up as though to touch the moons which pass over. It stretches down beneath the earth, burrowing deep into the planet. Twenty bots live within the building permanently and there are other staff for the menial duties. Creator 1 rules over the house, head of the Spark family. As well as him there are two other creators, in two separate wings of the place. They live there for parts of the vorn but they also travel to other cities as they please-as long as they are not with spark.

In addition to the creators there are eight creations, with two sets of split sparks. Of the eight two are femmes with the others all mechs. The oldest is SparkTwister, while the youngest is SparkSoul. Each of them is named for their specific abilities and each is as vicious as the other.

"SparkSoul get moving, training is happening soon and you better be there on time. You know what happens if you don't get there," SparkSmasher yells as he zips past her in the hallways. He's in the next frame size up and towers over his much smaller younger sibling.

SparkSoul in turns scowls and runs as fast as her small frame allows her to. She doesn't make it in time to the training, just as usual. The siblings don't help each other out and being young or small is no excuse in this household.

She arrives with her vents whining with the effort of pushing air throughout her hot frame. Her optics are blank though, despite knowing what punishment lays ahead for her. She walks in calmly and stands against the wall at the back, at the end of the line of siblings.

SparkSoul is dwarfed by every single one of them. She's the youngest by a hundred vorns, not a huge amount of time but enough that ever sibling is in a much larger frame. Creator One is already in the room, standing at the front of the training room as usual.

The room is dim and expansive. It could fit twenty large mechs lying flat, long ways across the room. As for height the ceiling can't even be seen from where SparkSoul stands. The whole place is extremely dark. There are no lights within this room.

"You are late again SparkSoul! You are a disgrace," Creator One growls as he launches his creation across the room.

SparkSoul goes flying into the far wall, some of her plating caving in from the impact. She struggles to her feet and walks silently over to the line again. She says nothing, just stands still as she has been taught to do.

The young femme is once again picked up and hurtled across the training room, this time with much more force. One of her arms is completely crushed by the impact while her helm is dangerously caved in.

Yet again she just walks over to the line and stands still, in her designated spot. Her chin is level with the ground, not lifted in arrogance nor tilted down out of cowardice. She stands still and waits for the orn's training to begin.

"Match up and begin your sparring."

SparkSoul turns to SparkStealer, her usual sparring partner. They work through the different types of fighting that they must practice. Each hit that the sisters land is hard and damages the other's armour. By the end of this first small training session they are both covered in dents, SparkSoul's much deeper than Sparkstealer's.

They move on to working with different weapons. Each creation is working with a different weapon of choice; the older ones are learning to use blasters while SparkSoul and the other younger ones are working with different types of blades. SparkStealer is using the tandem swords, swishing them back and forth with an ease which seems impossible to achieve to SparkSoul. She is working with two sets of long swords, a lead up into working with the tandem swords.

They are heavy in her hands as she follows her sister's movements. The two swords have to be in perfect synchronicity so that they don't suddenly unbalance causing a surge of energy through your spark.

The training session runs for joors, stretching on throughout the entire orn. When it ends each of the creations are exhausted, their energy levels severely depleted as they stumble from the room. Creator One just watches with a blank face as they file out in silence.

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"You get your new frame today, you excited?" SparkStealer announces from where she's perched on the edge of SparkSoul's berth.

"Not really, it won't change anything. The rest of you will still have bigger frames than me," SparkSoul replies as she rolls a ball of iron between her digits.

"At least you'll have a growing frame. And you'll finally be able to take on alternate modes and have numerous frames after a couple of vorns."

"Yeah, I guess…"

"You'll love it, you'll see."

SparkSoul isn't so convinced but she doesn't let her sister know that as SparkStealer quietly leaves the room. She gives up with the ball of iron and checks her chronometer, sighing when she realises that it's time to head down to their medical room.

When she arrives the medics are ready for her. Neither of her creators are here but she didn't really expect them to be. They don't really bother with this kind of thing. They might've with SparkTwister but it probably got too boring for them after the third creation. SparkSoul just jumps up onto the berth and lies down flat.

This is her third frame change but only the second one she's been fully aware of. The medics hook up some different cables to her frame and everything fades to black.

She becomes conscious again to streams of code running before her optics.

Initiate battle computer 1

Initialising…

Online battle computer 2

Onlining…

Online audio receivers…

Onlining

Battle computers 1 and 2 online

Audio receivers online

A rush of sound assaults SparkSoul's audio receivers and she tones down their sensitivity in order to not be so overwhelmed.

Sensors onlining….

Sensors online.

The next thing SparkSoul is aware of is the added perception of her surroundings now that she's in this new frame. She has large doorwings which provide a massive sensor net but also act as a major weak spot during battle.

Finally her optics come online and she can see again. Going by her chronometer she's been out less than a joor now. The medics aren't anywhere near her, this her sensors confirm. They're likely off in the adjoining room fixing up one of her siblings or doing routine maintenance checks on the guards of the household.

SparkSoul swings into a sitting position to stretch out her new joints. There's a large mirror on the other side of the room, providing her with a view of her entire frame. Upon her forehead lies a red chevron and her optics flash red. The frame is a rich black, just like her last.

Nothing about her frame is different from the frames of her siblings except for the chevron. Each of them has a different colour, to distinguish them apart. SparkTwister's is purple while SparkStealer's is an obnoxious pink in colour.

Glancing back over her shoulder there's no movement from the medics so SparkSoul figures she's good to leave. Dropping of the berth she takes a moment to get used to her new centre of balance and gravity before leaving the room.

She's not surprised to find SparkStealer waiting in her room when she gets there. SparkStealer is perched upon her berth yet again. It seems to be the femme's usual seat, it's not often that she can't be found there. SparkSoul isn't sure why her sister never stays in her own room but doesn't really question it. It's usually better to leave the sensitive issues alone when it comes to her siblings.

"So do you like it?"

"I guess, my helm hurts though."

"That's just the battle computers. Better talk to SparkTricker or SparkIllusion about that. They've got battle computers but the rest of us don't."

SparkSoul doesn't respond, just sits down on the floor carefully. This frame is much heavier than her last. Her joints are aching though, she's not sure if this is the frame adjusting to the strength of her spark or if they're in need of lubricant.

SparkStealer eyes the femme before her critically before speaking again. "Your frame is already adjusting. Maybe you have a stronger spark than we thought."

SparkSoul thinks she hears some disdain in her sister's voice but doesn't comment on it. She's not big enough yet to get her own say in things, and she's definitely not big enough yet to get to know the older siblings well.

"Hmph, well don't be late for training tomorrow. It's going to be tough enough without you getting beaten up beforehand."

SparkSoul hasn't even responded by the time her sister goes flying out of the room and down the hallways. Finally left alone she climbs onto her berth, attempting to ignore the growing pain in her helm. It seems she's going to be one of the tacticians of the family. Before now she had preferred to ignore which position she would take in a fight but now it's glaring her in the faceplates. A tactician like some of her older siblings.

The femme isn't sure which position her older sister takes, prefers not to analyse it too closely. Her other brothers are heavy hitters; they've got strong, sturdy frames which can take a lot of damage as well as dish it out.

SparkSmasher, SparkDrainer, SparkCrusher and SparkTwister are their heavy hitters. Their sparks are strong enough to sustain their massive frames. The younger two, SparkDrainer and SparkSmasher are both still stretching out their frames as their sparks gain strength.

SparkSoul settles into recharge as she thinks about the different roles her siblings play in their family.

Thanks for reading. Please review and let me know what you think of the story.