disclaimer: nothing belong to me, except my ocs, because if Transformers would be mine I would make sure that Starscream is not constantly dies.
characters: Shockwave, Soulfire(oc sparkling), mention of Megatron
universe: G1, pre-War
summary: Shockwave sets out with a command of Megatron on the way to Iacon, but instead of his planned destination, he finds someone else.
sorry for the bad grammar because English is not my native language.
Shockwave went through the slums of Iacon. He should find worthy opponents for Megatron for the gladiator fights because the gray mech was bored of his current opponents and Shockwave was the view that hovered in the slums enough scum against a fight for glory, honor and credit (especially credit) had no reservations. He had just turned a corner when he was jostled by several young cybertronians. Before the cyclops could say something they were already gone. He went on growling, when he saw a small dark gray sparklingfemme they desperately fought against two bigger and older younglings. The red optic of the Little flashed briefly then she joined the one in the leg and ran. Before she collided with Shockwave they slowed down and looked at the mech in front of her with a shocked look. Such a cybertronian they had never seen. Their admiration for Shockwave was interrupted by a sudden scream. "There is the little bitch." The little femme shrugged scared and stood with their backs to the wall. They disappeared before Shockwaves optic. The two young mechs appeared before him on looked frantically around and then went further. The cyclops walked slowly to the point where even just the little femme was. He was surprised when he heard a word of the spot where the little femme disappeared. "Slagger" The little femme activated again their optic and was shocked at the large Mech, who was suddenly in front of her. But Shockwave saw only her optic. He gave her a sign that they should come closer and as the femme cautiously stepped forward, he saw that she had turned the color of the wall to disguise this way.
"What's your designation?" he asked. She just shrugged her shoulders. Shockwave appreciated the little femme to four or to six vorn. "Where are your Creators?" "I have no." she muttered. "Do you have a home?" She shook her head. Shockwave thought, so she was an orphan and their skills could perhaps even be of advantage for him. She would later make a good spy, if he would coach them. "Will you come with me?" The little femme looked at him suspiciously. Why should he offer her something? On the other hand, it was determined at all times better by this large mech, as here in the slums. Slowly, she nodded. Shockwave picked her up into his arms, she was so small. "What exactly is your primary color?" She laid her head slightly wrong with the question and looked at him inquiringly. But then she disappeared, what Shockwave wanted from her. The paint on the small body changed and now a pure white small femme sat in Shockwaves arm and looked at him proudly.
While Shockwave was on the way back the little girl curled up asleep on his chestplate. "I think I will call you Soulfire." The cyclops quietly muttered and grinning inwardly. He had not found new enemies for Megatron but this little femme it would certainly be useful.
The End