Disclaimer : I don't own transformers, Hasbro and whoever else dose, the ideas and plots are mine so there we go
I want to say thanks to my two Beta's - anymore errors in this fic will be my fault
Fractures
Chapter 1 - The Descent
Optimus Prime tracked the meteors decent. It was off the co-ordinates
that had been embedded in his message but maybe, just maybe, it was another Autobot.
Ironhide had come to stand behind him, shaking his head at the flare in the sky.
"I don't like it, Prime." Optimus turned to look at him.
"It's too convenient."
"I know old friend, but if it is an Autobot, the Decepticons will be over it in moments."
"And if it's a Decepticon?" there was silence, hope had its place, doubts had to be held at bay.
Ratchet had moved in front of Optimus, calculating the trajectories.
"It should land in approximately 30minuets, 22 miles southwest of here." Ratchet said optics following the bright streak
"That would bring it into the outskirts of town, in the junkyard." Bumblebee commented
Optimus checked the co-ordinates again. "It's time to leave. Autobots, roll out.
Bumblebee shifted uneasily like Ironhide, he had a bad feeling about this. Something about this transformer made him nervous; it bore down into his spark and made him shudder.
The protoform slammed into the junkyard near sundown, melting some of the cars already destined for the crusher into slag. Ratchet was first to arrive. He edged near it, like Optimus he was wary, but was convinced the newcomer was an Autobot even as it transformed with a hiss, its weaponry the first to emerge fully formed.
"Identify yourselves." it snarled, crouching to the ground as blue optics focused on Optimus Prime.
"I am Optimus Prime," the protoform cocked its head and stood slowly, one of its cannons folded away and it moved forward, wary of the other Autobots.
"What is your designation?" The protoform stopped in front of Optimus and looked up, being only 14ft it craned slightly. It's optics flickered as it scanned its memory banks.
"I have none." Bumblebee made a strange noise, shifting in what seemed to be somewhere between shock and pity.
"Come with us, you need to find an alternate form. Are you functional?" The protoform made an affirmative noise and followed Optimus, unsure of what to do.
It was highly defensive, jumping quickly onto a pile of rubble when Bumblebee bumped it by accident.
"Why don't you have a name?" Bumblebee asked. It shrugged and backed up a little further, while Ironhide glared at it suspiciously, trying to find it's Autobot insignia.
All hell broke loose as Decepticons screamed down the road, Barricade amongst them. The protoform immediately folded out its cannons and began charging, having to duck as the wall behind it was reduced to rubble by a Decepticon shot.
"YOU!" it screamed as it saw Barricade transform. Optics narrowing, it charged and slammed feet first into Barricade, who barely shifted.
Undaunted, it fired at the Decepticon, flinging itself forward again as Barricade dodged.
Barricade threw the attacker over his shoulder and it lay sprawled on the ground, momentarily dazed.
"So it still lives," he growled, "but I'm afraid it's your turn to die now."
As Barricade swung his fist down as the protoform rolled to the side and
shakily moved into a crouch.
"Still wanted th..." it said, starting to move forward again but cut off as a stray
blast sent it smashing through a wooden shed.
"You never earned it."
"I never wanted it, I would have cut his spark cables given the chance."
It had gotten up, with a thin curved blade replacing its hand.
The blade was brought it down in a sweeping motion aimed to sever Barricade's arm off, but missed by inches. Barricade picked it up by the throat a malicious grin on his face as he squeezed tighter
"Little Starsong, still as weak as ever," he crooned.
Mean while the battle between Autobot and Decepticon was drawing to a close, with the Decepticons sustaining heavy damage as the Autobots fought to get their newest member before it ended up as scrap metal. Ironhide burst through, his cannons sending Barricade flying and causing heavy damage to his side and hopefully his spark casing. Ironhide kept the space around them cleared as Barricade sounded the retreat. The Decepticons fled, dragging their injured with them.
Optimus Prime stood in front of the new arrival.
"So you are Starsong."
Its face twisted into a sneer, as it looked about trying as if to find something. It shuddered and looked at its feet.
"I never want to be called that again."
"Well we have to have a name for you."
The transformer paused.
"Anything but Starsong." it muttered, sounding almost hopeful.
"How about Reckless?" Ironhide suggested a slight twinge in his voice that suggested he was joking.
"Maybe Haphazard?" Bumblebee asked seriously. The protoform wasn't paying attention to the more internal conversation Optimus was having with his fellow Autobots.
"For now it will be Haphazard," Optimus said as it scowled "unless you have a suitable name in mind." It mumbled something along the lines of "always getting the slag end of things."
"The road is to the west; see if you can find a vehicle that you like." Ratchet said as he placed a hand on its shoulder and turned it in the right direction.
Haphazard blinked, surprised at the touch, and shrugged off his hand as it moved past them, climbing up a pile of trash and sliding down the other side. Ironhide followed and watched as it scanned a vehicle transporter that was passing down the otherwise deserted road.
A few moments later an engine revved, and they moved to see a Mazda mx5 coupe before it transformed back into Haphazard. It shifted slightly as Ratchet ran a scan over it checking for damage.
He caught its eye with a question in his optics, but Haphazard looked down at its feet doing its best to ignore Ratchet's gaze.
"No serious damage has been sustained; I will make the minor repairs at base." Ratchet stated.
Optimus nodded his agreement and they headed back on their way to base.
Haphazard trailed Ratchet closely as Ironhide brought up the rear of the column.
Ironhide was using his sensors, trying to find anything out of the ordinary, but every scan brought up negative faction and identification results, It was as if this one had never been created.
As they pulled around a slope below the look out, Optimus continued up to the overhang and the hillside faded out to reveal a wide door easily tall enough for him to fit through as he transformed.
Once inside Ratchet took Haphazard by the arm and steered it to the medical bay giving a pointed look to Ironhide who went to follow.
"On the table please." Haphazard stood stark still watching the medic gather tools. "If you won't lay down at least sit on it." It moved onto the table, optics never leaving Ratchet's hands before he repaired minor damage to a neck joint and several stressed cables.
"Are you going to inform the other Autobots?"
"What do you mean?"
Ratchet let out a chuckle.
"That you're a femme." Haphazard made a gulping sound shifting as he put his tools away. He saw that her hands were curled in her lap as her optics flickered once.
"Only if you agree to help me with something first."He looked at her quizzically.
"I can only try." was his murmured reply.
Slowly she pulled apart her chest plates, wincing with the movement to revel the Decepticon symbol branded deep into her spark casing.
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