Are Heroes Born?

by HotShot87

Transformers story about HotShot and a second war between autobots and decepticons. HotShot now a old war torn veteran of the fall of cybertron, has been living with some demons from his time as a soldier. Hes cut ties with the autobots so to say and doesnt like being called a leader or hero. However when a new darkness rises; he is called to save his home once again.

1. chapter 1

'The say heroes are born, and leaders are made. That may be true, but I tend to believe that a leader is born and a hero within is made. I've had my share at this ideal. I've lead a team right into the jaws of death and back again. Won battles by the scruff of my neck and lost most of my friends doing so. War is a brutal bitch that you can't tame. Even though you may think you had the upper hand, life comes up and bites you in the ass. When the war finally ended with the death of megatron by my hand, many called me a war hero and a true leader. Many of these people didn't even know, the horrible things that I had done. Especially when the war was first starting. One of them being my betrayal.'

~flashback~

PLANET:CYBERTRON

LOCATION: SEA OF RUST

bombs and artillery blasting everywhere* "We have to take out those proton cannons, so air raid can start his attack on the fortress!" Yelled Optimus. "Wreckers assemble on me!!" I yelled into my com. "We gotta clear a path so our flyboys can level the decepticons pretty fortress." I said drawing out a plan. "You know what to do. Move out!!" I yelled, as myself and my team charged a horde of cons. I saw there leader and jumped into the air, when I came down I drew my sword and sliced downward cutting him in half. I then drew my dual energy cannons and blasted the remaining cons around him. There was one who I didn't see that blind sided me and we proceeded in hand and hand combat. "Your a slippery one" I said provoking the con. "So it seems." The con said, and threw a sucker punch which I blocked. I reacted by throwing a punch for his face plate knocking him down. I walked closer kicked him in the chest, and kneeled down stabbing his chest with a knife and twisted it; exploding his spark chamber and killing him instantly. "How's it looking on those cannons cliff?" I asked through my com. "We're disabling the last cannon now." Cliff Jumper replied. I stand from where I'm at and look around. On a cliff in the distance I saw megatron looking at me and he nodded. I turned and focused my attention to Optimus who was mere feet away from me. "I'm sorry Optimus, but I have to do this." I said lunging forward and stabbed my sword through his chest.

~end of flashback~

'This is why I can't see my myself as a leader. No matter what I did. After that event I tried to revive the trust of my friends and to be an autobot again. It never healed the scar I left.' "That's enough for now." I told myself turning my data pad off, and turning my desk light off also. I get up and walk around my personal bay for a little and walk over next to the window looking out across the city. "Cybertron, it's good to be living here again" I tell myself. Suddenly there came a knock on my door. "It's open." I said loud enough. The door opens to reveal a mech with the markings of an elite guard. "What do you want?" I asked bluntly. "I'm just looking for an old wrecker by the name of HotShot." The guard stated. "Okay, and what do you want with him?" I asked doing scans to make sure he's alone and not cloaked. Ironically nothing showed any red flags besides the fact he's looking for me, but knew where I was. The guard held a com, and played a recording. ~HotShot, this is Ultra Magnus. If you Hear this message it should be from a elite guard. I believe you remember the challenge phrase for the elite guards. Use it if you feel something isn't right. However this message is an informal call back to HQ. We need to discuss a grave issue. Ultra Magnus out.~ the guard put away the com. "My orders were to escort you to HQ." The guard stated. I responded with, "First off. How do you know I'm HotShot? I could be just an old peasant." The guard hesitated realizing that he had exposed himself. "Well I guess the cats out the bag now." The guard uncloaked himself and threw a ballistic knife to my chest. Which exploded before I could remove it. I fall to my knees and the con walks in slow circles around me. I watch and follow his every motion. "You've grown old and slow. What happened to the HotShot I read about that could avoid a measly knife, and slay 17 decepticon warrior types in mere seconds? The HotShot that made his enemies fear him with every motion? Huh, what happened to him?! All I see now is a rusty scrap heap that's just a shadow of his former self...You resemble nothing of him!" The con yelled. "Ha, if you think you're so good; then why don't you just end it?" I asked. "Because I like a tough challenge, but this is child's play. Stand and fight like a warrior you coward!!" The con yelled, kicking over a table. "All you had to do was ask." I replied swiftly punching his side and grabbing his neck slamming him against the wall and punching his face plate. The con kicks my foot out from under me, and pushes me to the floor; giving me a what for to the face. "Now that's more like it you con piece of shit." I said stabbing his side repeatedly and rolling him over and punching his face plate in. "Is that the best you can do old man? Cause I can do this all day." He said grabbing my knife quickly and slashing my chest with it. "You're reflexes fail you." The con stated pushing me off. I quickly get up taking a defensive stance. "You're a tough fighter." I stated. The con smirks and throws my knife, but I catch it and chuck it back at him; slicing into his optic and explodes. Blowing a portion of his head off. "Damn, seems your reflexes failed you." I said turning to the door. "Yes they did old man." Stated a con standing in the door as he shoots a high energy blast to my chest; knocking me on my back. "You say my colleagues reflexes were slow, but yours are failing you." The other con stated, and walks over to me. He kneels down as I cough up energon. "You sure about that?" I asked. "Sadly ye..." The con was cut off my me blowing his head off with my arm cannon. I retract my arm cannon and try getting up making my way to the door, but ended up falling down. Suddenly another transformer rushes in. I draw my cannons and rocket launchers to protect myself. "STATE YOUR NAME AND BUSINESS BEFORE I BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!!" I yell, spooling my dual energy chain guns. "Easy there old friend. It's Ironhide. I've come to take you back to HQ." He stated. I retract my weapons. "I thought a guard was sent by Ultra Magnus?" I asked. Questioning the old autobot. "You really think Magnus would send an elite guard? There haven't been any elite guards sense before the Great War. Anyway enough chatter. We need to go." Ironhide stated, grabbing me by the arm and helping me outside.

Okay well that's where I'm gonna end the prologue. Tell me what you guys think and I'll post chapter 1 and continue on with the story. Any constructive criticism and opinions is greatly appreciated. I don't mind if you dislike my ideas. I'm kinda mew to this, and I came up with this idea while I was doing training for the army. I'm active army so I may be a little slow on updates, but I promise I'll get some going as quickly as possible. Thanks again and i hope you enjoyed. This story can also be found on my Wattpad account lightning1987.