Chapter 1
A/N: This is my first fan fiction story! Please read! Rate and review to tell me how I am doing! Do give suggestions! I welcome both suggestions and criticisms. If there are spelling errors, do give feedback!
PS I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS but I do own my OCs.
He was in some place, some place where he could not pinpoint. His surroundings were white, he seemed to be suspended. Time had slowed and ceased to exist. Too white, he decided. I must be dreaming, he thought. Slowly, the whiteness faded and his surroundings gave way to a planet. A strange grey planet. A planet made from metal. Interesting, he thought. The planet seemed really familiar, what was the name of the planet? Cyber-, cyber-tron? He gave up remembering. Suddenly, a sharp pain stabbed into his processors, his surroundings changing again. This time, the magnificent place disappeared and the place, wherever it was, darkened. A pair of red optics stared back at him. Ruby red, watching him. He prepared his cannons and waited for the usual whirling and starting up. As if able to predict his thoughts, the red optics vaporized his cannons. His cannons! His most prized possessions. He could hear someone calling his name in the background. Slag it, he thought, just as the place collapsed.
XxXxX
Back at Kaon…
Starscream paced about in the corridor outside Straxus' office, rehearsing what he was to say to The Fallen about the recent failure. The Fallen was furious, almost ballistic. The failure to destroy Iacon had left raging. It sure was not a good way to start off in the morning. The failure to kill Optimus Prime only fueled his rage. Things were not looking good for Starscream.
"Starscream!" came the infuriated bellow from The Straxus' office.
Starscream mentally prepared himself before stepping into Straxus' office. Dark, ruby red optics were boring into him, penetrating his processors. He knelt down in front of the raging warlord.
"Um, my Lord, the attack on Iacon was not a complete failure as-"Starscream tried to pacify The Fallen.
"Shut the frag up, you pit-spawned glitchhead. I sent you out on a simple mission to attack and kill Optimus and you failed. Not only have made a fool out of my army, you wasted my precious resources," The Fallen roared in fury, sneering at his second-in-command.
"My Lord, the Autobots were too strong. I gave it my best shot. At least we brought back several prisoners. Key personnel, I might add," Starscream sneered.
"They had better be," The Fallen muttered under his breath before leaving his throne.
"This way, my Lord," Starscream led the way to the holding cells.
XxXxX
The morning dawned on Iacon, the Sun spilling its rays on the skyline, illuminating the buildings. A beautiful morning, he thought to himself. As usual, the Autobot headquarters was a hive of activity. Mechs were rushing everywhere, just as the morning shift began. He made his way to the command center as he was instructed to do so by his commanding officer, Sentinel Prime. When he arrived, he sent out a polite ping to Sentinel, indicating his presence. Several breems later, the doors opened and Sentinel Prime walked out, cradling a youngling in his arms.
"General Ironhide, this youngling will be in your care as of now. You will be his temporary guardian until his parents return."
Sentinel Prime instructed the black mech. Sentinel Prime must have seen the disappointment and irritation register on Ironhide's faceplates even though he tried his best to subdue it. The black mech had anticipated a new mission, not a source of...trouble.
"Is there a problem, General? Surely a mech of your capabilities would be capable enough to wage war against the Decepticons and take care of a youngling at the same time?" Sentinel Prime questioned sternly, attracting the stares of curious passers-by.
It took a moment for Ironhide to fully comprehend what Sentinel was hitting on. His pride. He felt his inner core temperature increase and his vents hitched. His reputation as one of the best generals in the Autobot army would be ruined if he fails to watch over the youngling. And he would never allow that to happen. Not under his watch.
"Yes sir!" He snapped to attention.
Sentinel placed the young mech on the ground and the mech ran towards Ironhide excitedly. Ironhide repositioned himself such that his helm was at eye level with the youngling, evaluating the youngling.
"What's your designation, youngling?" Ironhide tried his best to sound non-threatening.
The young mech blinked his optics. "Designation? You mean name?"
"Yes, your name." Ironhide probed.
"My name is Orion Pax, but everyone keeps calling me Optimus Prime." The young mech replied with a hint of wariness.
The name took a moment to register in Ironhide's processor and when he fully comprehended, his balance systems hitched. A Prime! The youngling was the future of the Autobots. Ironhide swore to his spark to protect Optimus at all costs.
"Ironhide, the sparkling will be staying at your quarters. Be sure to act like a guardian around Optimus. " Sentinel intruded.
The black mech sighed to himself as he proceeded to return to his quarters. The youngling had clung on to his frame, wrapping his arms around his guardian's neck.
"Ironhide? I am hungry and I think I need some energon, can you bring me to the rec room?" Optimus pleaded as they exited the lift.
The black mech checked his energon levels and felt that he too needed a cup of energon. The rec room was thinning out and Ironhide had no problem finding a table for them. Just as they finished getting their cups of energon, a voice shouted out from across the room.
"Hey 'Hide, since when did ya get a sparkling? This one looks extremely cool with red and blue hues." Ironhide recognized that it was the voice of Jazz.
His growled angrily at the taunt and his engine gave an angry rev. Optimus look kinda amused. Jazz left his place and zoomed across, narrowly missing the weapon specialist and picked up the youngling with one hand while doing a twist, pulling the youngling towards his chest.
"Aw, this is such a cute one, where ya get him from?" He nuzzled Optimus, stroking Optimus' helm affectionately. Optimus must have been shocked by the sudden intrusion of Jazz, he escaped Jazz's grasp and clung onto Ironhide's leg, refusing to let go. Soon, sobs could be heard coming from Optimus. He must have been traumatized, Ironhide thought. Turning to glare at the silver junior saboteur, he nestled Optimus into his chest using one arm. Readying the cannon on his free arm, he growled.
"If you make him cry again, I am going to friggin tear you apart," he threatened the minibot.
Jazz immediately adopted a submissive posture to pacify the furious warrior. He dipped his helm and took a step back.
"I am sorry, Ironhide, I didn't mean ta scare ya youngling. Optimus, do ya forgive meh?" Jazz asked, his voice laced with concern and regret.
Optimus stopped sobbing and looked at the minibot and smiled.
End of chapter 1!
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