This is based on IDW Drift series and the summery I got found on the TFWiki for the book Drift's Samurai Showdown. This is mostly my version about RID Drift and how he became who he is.

Note: I'm known as MysticHeroine on FanFiction and DrawHeroine on DeviantArt. I'm posting my story on both sites. Hopefully my plot bunny keeps me going through this story.

Chapter 1: Homeless

Rejected.

Being rejected by the system and forced into homelessness is not what he asked for. If fact, the system on Cybertron never gave him the right to do so. He is forced to steal energon and live on the streets of the place known as the Dead End, where the majority of the homeless bots exist in the society where fate is already determined.

He has been stealing energon to survive. The majority of the homeless are called thieves by the law's definition. But how do you expect them to survive? Recently, the mech had joined a group that is made of others like him in hopes of surviving the cruel world known as Cyberton.

"Hey," a familiar voice came to the bot's audios. "We're about to go on an energon run. Our supplies are getting dangerously low."

The mech turned his head to his friend, Gasket, who took him and others like him into his care through he was homeless himself. The difference between Gasket and the bot is that Gasket is optimistic and hopes for a better future and his body parts are mostly rounded, and the nameless bot is silent in despair and his body is blocky.

"You can come if you want." Gasket didn't want to force his newest arrival to come on this mission if he is not willing. "You know, after many cycles of being with me, I still don't know your name."

"I don't have one" the mech responds. "They never gave me a name."

"That doesn't mean you can't have one. Look, after this energon run, we'll brainstorm on a good name for you."

"I'm coming with," the mech said with some form of hope in his voice. "You may need help."

"We'll make it quick." Gasket assured the mech.

Later, a small group, including the mech and Gasket, were looking at their target. The energon bank is the perfect place to get the essential substance to still live. The plan is to go in, get what they need, and get out- all without getting noticed. Sounds simple enough, except the Senate can kill you if you do steal or any other act they would deem criminal.

Two Senate guards have two captured homeless bots in their custody. The small group just hid and watched silently in hopes that they would go away. One of the Senate officers had his captive on his knees, took out his gun, and shot the bot through his head. The hidden group watched in horror. Gasket is not going to sit down and watch another mech die in front of him without an explanation. He gestured his team to stay as he went to investigate.

"What's going on?" Gasket asked the Senate officers. They just took out their guns and point at him.

"Stay back or I'll shoot!" A panicked officer shouted.

Gasket continued, "Relax, I just want to-"

The remaining captive struggled out of the officer's grip and ran away. The bot wasn't free for the officers shot the bot even though it wasn't far away. Then they point their guns at Gasket.

"Don't come any closer, scrap!" an officer commanded. Scrap? The mech thought. The society is allowed to talk to bots like trash!

"There is no need to panic." Gasket raised his hands to show no harm as he slowly takes one step forward. " I only want to-"

"FIRE!" The officers shot a round of bullets into Gasket's body. He collapsed dead on the ground as the two officers looked at each other. The majority of the group left for they fear dying and that they couldn't get energon with the Senate officers around. The nameless mech is the only one left to watch and to hear what the officer says.

"This is probably why the system is important," an officer comments. "To keep dangerous bots like these out of our cities."

Bots like us! The mech thoughts were in rage. We need energon to survive. Gasket didn't want to hurt anyone and you shoot him anyway! Anger began to boil inside the mech. Then, he charged at the officers. He avoided the bullets and managed to take one of the officer's guns and he killed both officers with the same weapon. He looks at the dead officers with disgust. Apparently, he is nothing to them. Nothing to society. Nothing to anyone. That is until he joined a fraction that wants the same rights he does.