What's up guys this is your host Starfighter Koala! I am currently writing this intro as I am 31 chapters in. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I had the pleasure of writing it. Keep in mind, my writing does improve in later and so does the story, with that said, enjoy.


Chapter 1:

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Rodimus slams his fist down on the alarm clock and sits up from his berth. He rubs his optics groaning, today is another academy "college" day to relieve him of his weekend of partying. He slides off his berth and walks into the wash room, and slaps the light switch and rubs his optics again. He admires himself in the mirror flexing his muscles; he smiles at himself and turns to his armor hanging on the wash rack. He slides his chest armor on hearing the click indicating it's locked. He then proceeds to slide his leggings up to his pelvis armor also hearing a click. He turns around picking up his laser brush and brushes his teeth; he spits out some energon and puts it back. Turning out of his waste room he walks to his berth room door and opens it. He walks into the hallway of the ornate Prime Palace. The palace is decorated in a Victorian style but metallic instead of wooden with various chandeliers and projection portraits of various Primes. He walks down the grand staircase turning left into the grand dining room. His grandsire is sitting reading the day's news on a data pad and takes sips from his energon espresso.

"Morning Roddy" Sentinel calls

"Hi Grandsire" he cheerfully says while grabbing a cube off of the buffet table and sitting next to his grandsire.

Sentinel places down his data pad and rubs his grandson's helm. Rodimus leans into it and sighs. Sentinel stops and pats his back smiling at his grandson.

"Have I ever instructed you on politics?"

Rodimus looks up and sips some energon "Thousands of times grandsire, I've had a seat on the Senate since I've turned eighteen"

"You see, as a Prime, you're obligated to lead our planet in its great endeavors. It is your responsibility to ensure the survival and prosperity of our race. It might seem odd to think about survival, but back when my grandsire had this same conversation with me we were facing a widespread revolt in the ghettos. I was with him when he made the decision to issue martial law and I was with him when we marched into Kaon. What I never liked about previous primes was that they declared wars but it was the young who paid for it. He was the first Prime to command troops on the battlefield and I was the first prime to serve in the army."

Rodimus daydreams as he drinks his energon. He never got used to waking up early.

"It defiantly was the worst part of my life; I've seen and done some things that would be punishable by death if it weren't at a different time." He sips some more energon looking above his grandson

"Telling your old war stories?" Rodimus turns around to see his sire Optimus standing behind him with his servos on the chair. Sentinel chuckles and toasts his cube to Optimus. Optimus sits down next to his son and relaxes. "Usually your out of the door by now, don't you have to go to school young bot?" Optimus asks

Rodimus checks his phone on his wrist and shoots up from his seat in panic.

"Im gonna be late!" He panics

"Then get out of here" Sentinel waves him off.

Rodimus runs over to the buffet table and takes an unopened cube placing, it in his subspace. He then sprints to the front hall and slips on his shoes and places his school supplies in his armors subspace. He brushes past the Elite Guardsman on the way out who look behind him thinking he's being chased. But abruptly snap back to attention. Rodimus runs out of the palace and forward rolls into his vehicle form speeding to the front gate. The guard at the kiosk quickly opens the gate just in time for Rodimus to speed out into the streets of Iacon. He goes above the speed limit turning abruptly at multiple sharp turns and careens to a stop at the Academy. The school is about start as students who don't live on campus are flooding in the door in large groups. He jumps out of a transformation and runs into the school.

"Frag, I'm fast" he mutters to himself running to the entrance "must be a new record"

He walks into the crowded hallways of the private school and immediately directs himself to his locker. He inputs the combination on the keypad and opens it up. He takes his homework data pad and lunch out of his subspace. He places his lunch in the locker and takes some other data pads out of his locker. He slams the locker shut and proceeds to first period. He walks into first period science and sits down next to his best friend Springer who is busy kissing his spark mate a Tailboom a white and green femme with bright green optics. Rodimus punches him hard in the shoulder.

"Frag prime what the slag was that for!" Springer complains

"Time and place mech" Rodimus lectures

Springer turns back to his spark mate "see you later"

She walks away and the professor walks in shutting the door behind him. The classroom is pretty large for an academy of this prestige, having about 20-25 students per class. The classroom has windows in the back of the room facing the city with the Professor's desk in the corner. The front of the room has an interactive board with another desk in front of it for instruction. The professor walks behind the front desk and surveys the class noting who is and isn't here. He clears his throught and the room instantly calms down.

"Alright let's get started" he states rather proudly

"Can anyone tell me what we were talking about last week?"

Everyone puts up their servos and the professor points at Springer

"We were talking about similarities between humans and cybertronians society wise due to early colonization of Earth and you mentioned something about biologically"

"EXACTLY" Praises the professor pointing at Springer

"As Mr. Springer stated, our kind have colonized Earth resulting in multiple culture shocks where we taught early humans how to build, and how to speak sophisticated language. Does anyone know what happened to the early colonists?"

The room remains silent

"The colonists died out due to a combination of disease, famine, and war. But….." The professor raises his digit "Technically not all of them died."

The students listen, and some jot down some notes

"A few cybertronians bred with early humans forming modern day humans. These hybrids…. were perfectly suited for surviving in the organic planet but mixed with our genetics made them smarter and the genetic coding that we take for granted on a daily basis slowly led them to develop external alternate modes, ships, satellites, firearms, armor, streets, trains, and much much more. If I want you to learn anything it's that even though they are half our height and are extremely fragile they are NOT to be underestimated. Does anyone else have another question before I switch subjects?"

In the back of the room, Drift the only Decepticon who stands out due to his red optics and black armor raises his servo "What's your question Drift"

"So they are genetically similar to us, right?"

"Yes, as I said their species derives from us"

"If there organic, and were inorganic, how is it we can breed with them?"

The class makes an attempt to hide their laughs

"Believe it or not most of your interior organs are organic. A good example is the urinary system, reproductive system, and energon which is an organic substance" the professor instructs.

Rodimus nudges Springer and he leans into Rodimus "100 credits there's a reason the con is asking that" Springer giggles realizing what Rodimus is implying