A/N: Please be gentle, it's my first time. d(^u^)b

Well I thought I'd get something posted other than poems, so here it is!

This is a TF story that has been floating around in the lump of flesh called my head for quite some time and finally found it's escape route. My OC, Endgame is a Cybertronian that isn't all that he seems to be.

Since I'm not 100% sure where this may end up I'll warn you now that I may discontinue or put it on hold, depending on the feedback I receive. If you find any problems, can't fallow the plot (can't find the plot) PLEASE let me know. I'll do my best to fix it. (If it's in my power to that is.)

Ps. I'm sorry for anyone who received an alert (or two) concerning this story.

Disclamer: I do not own. If I did I'd be much richer. Characters belong to their rightful owners. All I won is the plot and my OC, Endgame.


Prologue

Nobody cared. No, scratch that, nobody bothered to care. Sure when there was a full on battle in one of their major cities all attention seemed to zoom in and magnify. Not that I'm complaining but a little help would've been nice. Even if the 'battle' was high in the Appalachian mountains where no local inhabitants (AKA humans) lived - some help would've been much appreciated DURING the initial attack, NOT an earth month AFTER THE FACT! *sigh*

Sometimes I can't help but wonder how they've survived as long as they have. (then again I've been to another time when they did not*). Given they probably had a lot of help from reverse engineering teck. from a frozen Megatron but come ON! I blow up an entire slaggin MOUNTAINSIDE and NONE of the human governments think a random-radioactive EXPLOSION is worth their immediate attention. Though considering this planet is run by a species recently introduced to alien tech, it doesn't surprise me too much. After all, I'm just a (now) damaged, severely hostile, murder rampaging, alien giant robot - that can fly. And if anyone's ever seen a ticked off mech - much less a homicidal Seeker (Starscream excluded, his processor's just fried) - they know to STAY AWAY. Especially when a sparkling is involved. Even more so when said sparkling gets injured by the result of an attack on its caretaker - AKA: Me.

Which leads to why I am currently standing over the smoking and sizzling 'remains' of the mech responsible for stated attack; at least what's left of him. Even with his lucky shot this Seeker make one grave miscalculation… He thought I was alone.


* This is part of the plot, sorry if you don't understand it right now. I will try to get to that as quickly as I can. May add a few hinters/pointers in the later chapter(s) too.

A/N: I know, short. Hate me if you want. Let me know what you thought. (Hey, that rhymed! Cool!)

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