First story attempt ever, constructive criticism and advice would be appreciated. I don't even know how to use most of Fanfiction, there also may be a few typos because writing with a tiny keyboard spells disaster. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it, this was mainly made for fun. Also, I have this weird thing where the story might sometimes randomly change POV so lets hope it doesn't throw anybody off that badly.

Cybertronian terms :

Nano-klik = Second

Klik = Minute

Joor = Hour

Cycle = Day

Groon = Week

Orn = Month

Vorn = Year

Deca-vorn = Decade

Milli-vorn = Millenia

Summary :

Able laugh at anything even mildly amusing, likes being unpredictable and can kick afts like Prima in his prime, Doomsday returns to take part in the events that will unfold.

I don't own Transformers, I only own my OC and the story!

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Free spark, free mind.

a young one among many.

Much to learn, much to see,

the universe is a large place.

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Chapter 1 : Nothing is impossible

Now who's to say I don't like learning new things? Curiosity is what drives us to see more, experience more, feel more, but sometimes I really doupt that it's good for you.

Grey clouds cover the sky, no end in sight. The wind is howling and sensors are going wild, the HUD flashing warnings like there's no tomorrow. A stray lightningbolt or two lighting up the atmosphere and thunder making everything rumble like an earthquake soon afterwards. Drowziness and dizzyness making it hard to make sense of anything. She feels like she is moving. Moving where? When you feel this elevation, these electrical currents of motion and adrenaline going through you. She's falling. Falling where? Opening your optics won't work when your world is colored in red orange and yellow popups and warnings. The lack of sensory data and overload reaching the CPU due to damage does not help.

With nothing to make out of the situation, besides the fact that she's falling, closing her optics, Doomsday lets it all go. She just felt like floating endlessly, drifting into nothingness. Waiting to retire, waiting to sleep. Not even the mecry of unconsiousness had fallen upon her. The noise the HUD is making started to fade, sensory overload became a small tingle. Kliks felt like joors as time stretched and warped. Even the noise of the thunder started to grow faint in the backround as if it all was just a twisted and warped melody. Yet she did not slip into unconsiousness, not in the slightest, she was well aware. Why though? Why go through all that trouble? Because Doomsday will rest when she is offline.

Confidence, determination and neverending hope. Unrelenting, unmovable since the beginning, through thick and thin. Doomsday exists, she will make sure that will last and she'll make sure that those with her will as well. It has always been like that and forever will be.

During that brief moment a surge of all those things ran through her spark once more as it had many times before.

Lightning flashed and the power of the thunder shook Doomsday out of her trance. The took a deep vent as she registered rain and the still continuous motion of falling. She took in her surroundings, activating and resetting the necessary systems one at a time. System operating, sensors, sound, and finally sight. Pushing away the HUD warnings, the contents of which she was well aware of, she assessed the damage. Massive damage to the left side of her chest, the shot just missing her spark. Major hydraulics system failurie, First Core Connections System (FCCS) failurie, programming fragmentation and file displacement. For a Cybertronian those things, this condition would mean a certain offlining, but Doomsday was never known to simply give up because of the odds. It's never impossible to survive, only improbable.. Her chassis is as stubborn as her attitude sometimes.

Activating Secondary Core Connections System (SCCS) and rerouting resources to critical systems and parts she manages to sluggishly get her chassis to move and does a flip to start falling front first, all of that happening in a matter of nano-kliks. Glancing around as much as she could she caught sight of her sword falling a little ways away. Calculating the distance, risks and possible solutions, she comes to a decision and expertly manouvers to get it. Sword acquired and subspaced, her attention turns to what's below her once more. She starts analyzing and calculating outcomes and solutions to her rather peculiar situation. If she does nothing she will probably fall to death and that wouldn't be that big of a problem if there weren't bots in her landing zone. Atleast then she could go splat and not take anybot with her. What are the odds of you discovering yourself falling from the sky above a bustling city? Shaking those thoughts she analyzes the state of her hoverthrusters or hosters for short. That may have been stupid considering the state her frame is in, but there might be a slight chance of her being able to activate them for long enough to decrease her falling speed by a factor of not going to fall to death and killing others. Thinking this to be more of a plan and less of a death sentence by making her frame blow up, Doomsday activates the hosters. They whirr and power up with a strangled stutter, but still work enough to not totally destroy her frame.

Just as she was making progress a hoster fails and sets the femme dramatically off course. She now looks more like a retarted black cyber-bird attempting to fly as she tries to stabilize herself as much as possible.

By now other bots must have noticed her totally accurate flying skills, which were and weren't her fault. It seems she now knows where she'll be landing, well, more like crashing since the other hosters failed soon after the first one. She turned in mid air so her backplates would take the hit. The building looks sturdy, but she'll probably make a crater in it anyways, oh well, lets hope nobot else gets hurt, atleast not as much as she'll be hurting in.. 3... 2.. 1 and..

There was a big crashing sound that was followed by other kinds of horrid cracks and screetches of materials and a frame(s?) breaking. A few screams could be heard by witnesses as well.

A strangled and static "Ow" was all Doomsday could get out of her glitching vocalizer as she felt the effects of the crash on her frame. And was it worse than the sensory data she was recieving when she was falling? Yes, it most definitely was.

She may still be consious, but she won't make an effort to move her frame, atleast not right now. Besides the optics of course. Now comes the moment where she is glad she is smart enough to wear full face visor. She got these moments alot in the past and she still gets plenty.

Glancing around she finds out she fell through a roof and 1 floor, making a crater at the spot she currently lay at. 'So it's a fairly big housing unit, hopefully the owner has insurance', she mused. Besides alot of rubble she guessed that whoever lived here must like to keep the place clean. Well, they'll have alot of cleaning to do.

She could soon hear lots of sirens and yelling. The Enforcers are probably telling bots to get out of here. Atleast it didn't rain that much. A few drops never hurt anybot.

She could faintly register the Enforcers moving in the housing unit and searching it for anything out of place. As the pedesteps got closer she pondered what she should do.

Option A : run away.

Option B : face the music.

Option C : face the music, then run away.

And lastly Option D aka option Doomsday : do whatever Doomsday feels like doing.

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Option D it is!

The door to the room she lay in burst open, "Freeze!" and yelling Enforcers came flooding in, guns locked and loaded, many of which were pointed at the 'mysterious thing' that fell from the sky. Doomsday lay there, completely unresponsive. The pedesteps come closer and one bot leans over to see. When he did see he reeled back and immediately commed medics. The Enforcer's guns still pointed at me, a group medics came running in, scanners ready. When they saw the damage done to Doomsday's frame, one inexperienced medic turned pale and covered their mouth with a servo in hopes to not purge their tanks, the others shook all those things off as they came. Yeah, the black femme looked like a mess, she could see it in their optics.

The medics came down into her current berth of a hole and started to scan and repair what they could. Doomsday used an old technique which, if done right, will make most scanners mark her as unconcious. 5 medics were trying to fix her, 3 mechs and 2 femmes. That one mech is still looking rather pale. Lets pray he doesn't spill the fluids in his tanks on the patient's frame if he does feel like purging, other then that it's the normal procedure. Clamping lines shut, emergency welds, setting up supports to keep my frame from falling in on itsself, you know, the usual.

While the medics were doing their jobs two bots having a conversation came in.

"Well, Ah'll be slagged Prowler, 'ow does trouble always find ya?" Said a shorter silver-painted mech to a taller Praxian Enforcer.

"It's Prowl and trouble usually does not 'find me', I find it as my job requires me to solve cases, Jazz."

"Well, tha's true, but this time it found ya'."

The conversation trailed off as the bots reached the crater. Jazz let off a whistle while Prowl turned to another Enforcer.

"What happened here?"

The mech turned around and glanced at the working medics and Doomsday before turning back to Prowl and answering.

"Well, witnesses say that this bot fell out of the sky. They seemed to have attempted to change their course and land safely, but their systems failed. That's.. all we have on the situation."

"Do we have any files on them?"

"No, apparently not."

"Thank you, resume your duties," Prowl turned back to Jazz before examining the situation with his own optics and sensors, logic computer whirring. Jazz did the same and commented.

"I dunno, some of those injuries don't look like fall damage."

"Indeed."

"An' then there's tha question of where in tha pits they came from, who they are an' 'ow they came ta be here."

"Questions for another time I suppose. That damage will take time to heal if they survive. That and we do not know the extent of the damage. Perhaps they took damage to the CPU and possibly even memory."

"Yea, but we still gotta find out 'ow an' why they crashed into ya' house. Till' it gets fixed ya can crash at mah place!" Jazz grinned.

'So it was this Enforcers housing unit I more or less destroyed.' Doomsday mused in her mind as the medics declared her ready for transport. More medics came in with an emergency hoverberth. Now comes the fun part. They have a problem and that is getting her heavy, black and massively damaged frame out of the hole and on the hoverberth. Doomsday snickered in her mind as the medics, Enforcers and Jazz think of solutions to their problem with frowns and thoughtful faces. In the end the medics got a few Enforcers to help and then proceeded to lift with all their might only to fail and guickly set the bot back on the ground.

"We need some heavier equipment for this, the hole is deep, too deep," a medic muttered.

Doomsday's logic concluded that this would be the best time to step in

"I think I'll take it from here," she said out loud as everybot was suddenly on alert, guns out and aimed at her while Prowl looked at her like she was the Unmaker himself. She started to slowly lift her frame as gears creaked and hydraulics hissed from the sudden strain.

"Wait! Stop, jus' help them get on tha hoverberth, this is our chance ta transport them. We need tha bot in one piece," Jazz yelled as he and the medics got over the shock and moved in to help lift Doomsday. A few more nano-kliks passed and Enforcers joined in, including Prowl.

When Doomsday was finally out of the hole she fell on the hoverberth which struggled a little to support her weight and size. The medics yelped in suprise at that and started scanning for damage and checking both her and the berth over. She was exhausted, sore and damaged and vented a sigh of relief.

Prowl and Jazz came over as Jazz wheezed :"Tha' was a workout. Ahm exhausted!"

Prowl turned to Doomsday and stated :"We'll be questioning you later."

In response she rolled on her back, turned her helm towards Jazz and Prowl and replied :"Hello, Exhausted, Prowl, I'm Doomsday, nice to meetcha." And just then the medics started to transport her out of the housing unit, leaving the two mechs standing there, whatever their responce was cut off.

Doomsday was loaded into the transportation vehicle, well more like squeezed in there, it was not designed to carry heavy build frames.

Now comes the fun part : hospitals, doctors, talking and fixing stuff. Fun.