Hi! This my first attempt of making every character in Transformers Prime human but you will have to guessed who's who from their names themselves. So to make things clear: I don't owned TFP or the characters. *sniffs*
But I do owned the plot of this story and the idea of my version of Humanformers. So without further ado, let the story begin!
Chapter 1
He sighed as he slings the bag over his shoulders. He was glad that he got out before the sun is even up. He had to or else he'll be sent away to somewhere more dark, more cruel than the State Orphanage here in Nevada. The items in his bag were minimum but still useful. A comb, a pen and a leftover sandwich from yesterday. At the age of eighteen, he knew he had to go.
They could not keep him. They simply can't because he's too old.
On top of it, he doesn't have a job. He has to find one if he wants to rent a place for him to stay. He felt the sensation in his stomach. Hunger. Unzipping his bag, he took out the song sandwich. He didn't even want to look at it. The tuna was runny, lettuce was old and the smell of the sauce was horrible.
" Ugh!" he gagged as he wolfed down the sandwich, not caring about his taste buds screaming for mercy. He stared at the place before him as he ate his yesterday's meal. Nothing but sand and tumbleweeds passing by as the wind blows. He closed his eyes, wishing for a home, food, warm bed and a job that can support him.
But what kind of job? There isn't any wanted job sign on every store he passed. Nor a good one he found in the newspaper.
He sighed bitterly. " Why don't I know my parents? I don't even know my last name! What kind of job would require my first name and a barely passed grade from school?!"
He decided to camp out in the desert since the town would identify him as a hobo or catch him. The quiet desert will have to do. He curled up into a little ball with his T-shirt, slacks and shoes as his blanket.
Before he could even sleep, he heard a sound of a vehicle coming his way. Panicked, he got up quickly before the vehicle stopped next to him. To him, it was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen!
It was a blue jeep. But because he knew they types by reading the old car magazines at the orphanage, he could identify the vehicle easily. It was a heavily armoured military jeep resembling an Oshkosh Sancat equipped with a missile turret on the roof.
The man who stepped out of the jeep was someone whom he thought, has been into may battles and the muscles have proved him that along with the eye patch on his right eye.
" You," he called. " Why are you sleeping in the desert without proper equipment?"
He looked behind him to check if the man was referring to someone else. Scanning, he found the area empty except for the two of them. " Me?"
" Yes," he sighed but there was no irritant in his voice. Only patience through the gruff of his voice. " You lost or what?"
" Well," he hesitated. " I am looking for a place to work. And I am not going back into the place I came from!"
The muscled man stared at him with his left eye which bore a yellow gold tint. " That's a lot coming from a squirt like you."
He tries to bite his cheek to prevent a smile. He liked this guy. A tough one but can have a good humour.
" Tell ya what," the man continued. " Why not come with me to our base? We could use someone like you."
Suspicious, he asked. " What kind of job?"
" Just basic combat, gun fight and a bit of cleaning."
Well, that doesn't sound too bad! And he thinks he could use those fighting skills to advantage. Like standing up to his bullies. He nodded.
" Good!" the man grinned. " Hop in and we'll get there. Say, didn't get ya name, kid."
He didn't ask for big details. Without further ado, he took a deep breath before climbing in the jeep.
" Steve," he answered. " My name is Steve."
Okay! So how was it? Too corny? Too boring? Please let me know what do you think and if I should continue.
Please review!