Hello readers, here's the second chapter of my OC driven story XD First I'm going to point out that the setting is at an Autobot academy, but NOT the elite guard. It is similar, but not the same. From what I've seen in the Transformers Animated episode, the elite guards' boot camp only has one Major running the show (Sentinel). This academy that my accomplice, SeniorFuzzyBuns, may or may not use features multiple teachers and multiple specialties that you shall get a glimpse of. Second off, I only own my OC's and nothing else, you know the deal XI Now without further ado you may read Ch. 2 XP

Transformers: Maniacal Rising Chapter 2: The Iacon Academy part 1

Retro rose from the work table after his modifications were applied skillfully by his pink and blue ally. His appearance didn't change to drastically and the only obvious difference was the almost come shaped sonic amp mounted on his right shoulder. As with every aftermath the White mech shook the medics' hand before speaking. "Another job well done Tapedeck. And again, thank you for your gifts."

–He gestured a hand towards the 8 energon cubes, the brick of energon chips (The currency of Cybertron), the wrench, and the tarp. Tape deck would chuckle before patting his back- "Hey, you're gonna need em more than me. And think of these inventions of mine as a thank you gift, you were a lot of help back when I first joined the academy and I probably wouldn't have had this work shop without your input."

-Retro would chuckle, his robotized voice giving a cool affect to said chuckle- "Just try not to tick of TOO MANY femme bots while I'm away alright? It's bad enough that your favorite one thus far is the one that specializes with sniping and whos name is Crossfire."

-Tapedeck would also give a laugh before patting the smaller mech on the back- "Better than Friendly fire. Now let's go Retro, You don't want us to be late right?"-Retro would nod and quickly stow the energon cubes in his chest compartment while stowing the chips and wrench in his left and right arm respectively. The tarp was rolled up and placed in a compartment in the white mechs' waist-

"Never in a million stellar cycles, now let's rock & roll." -The duo raced out of the work shop and switched to their vehicle modes, Both Retro and Tapedeck performing a forward roll as they transformed and drove to the academy that the white mech had passed as he went to Tapedecks' workshop to begin with-

The pair would arrive at the academy in a matter of minutes, but Retro was still able to take the time to really observe his environment. The skies were clear, the energon star above them shined brightly on the glorious city below, even the sound of hovering vehicle modes was a tranquil hum. He would miss this…. To a certain degree. The mechs/ femmes at the academy were a great trade off so far and from the corner of his peripheral vision he could see a group of Autobots with bottles of high grade energon (3 quarters empty); hiccupping, gibbering, & swerving in a way that only drunk bots would. Yeah, Zeta Prime has bots on his side to match his personality… Maybe that was a little too drastic of a thought. After all, Alpha Trion is an Autobot and he's the very definition of good.

Soon the pair arrived at the academy with it's almost staggeringly massive buildings and swarming with cybertronian life. Mechs and Femmes of all colors swarming the campus as they headed for their first classes, an idea so good that Tapedeck and Retro just had to use it. They split in different directions (they had their fourth class together anyway) with Retro heading for the stadium esc building, arriving there mere nanoseconds before the academy's digital bell began to ring through the speakers. He pulled the breaks on his front wheels and utilized his thrusters so he would flip forward, transforming into his bipedal form with a certain flare with two spins. This earned him a few nods and he could hear a few compliments to his entrance. Among the ones congratulating him was a red/blue mech that beared both a heavy resemblance Tapedecks chassis and that of Orion Pax. He had a mellowed down accent (again, New York esc) but with a more youthful affect to it-

"Wow, fancy on the entrance today Retro? You must really wanna get outta this place." -The white mech would chuckle from behind his facemask as the visor above it flashed a brilliant yellow- "Not really Rubicon. Your brother gave me these new mods and I"

-The red mech, Rubicon, interrupted Retro- "Hold up! You're using Tapedecks mods and you haven't been blasted too scrap yet!? Big bro must've stepped up his game on this little project."

-Retro would roll his optics from behind his visor- "You seriously need to have a little more faith in him Rubicon. I mean, how many times have his inventions backfired with detonation?… recently."

-Of coarse Rubicon starts listing with his fingers- "Mega flight pack, Portable energon star, Neucleon light bulbs, Chaos rift combuster" -Retro had to stop him or he'd keep going-

"I'm pretty sure that last one was supposed to explode." -Rubicon would pat his back, causing the smaller white mech to stumble- "Yeah well I'll take it your mods aren't." -Retro crosses his arms in mild frustration and also due to the fact that Rubicon was right and there was a heavy chance of Retro exploding by the end of the solar cycle-

"Can we just fast forward to the part when you spot me, Rubicon?" –His helm shifted towards the direction of a bench with a bar resting above it and an entire rack of heavy disks to the left. Rubicon would chuckle and make his way for it- "Sure little buddy." -He just HAD to add that he is a little taller than the white mech dispite the age difference-

-After setting up the weights to something Retro could actually bench, Rubicon would once again draw the smaller mech into a conversation- "So, this is your last day huh?... Scrap, nothings gonna be the same without ya."

-Retro was laying back and lifting the weighed bar from its resting place. He replied in an almost monotone fashion- "Well at least SOMEONES gonna miss having me around."

-Rubicon would watch him carefully just incase he met his weight limit before bringing the bar back up- "Well yeah. I mean, Tapedeck's gonna be alone with his inventing. I'm gonna need a new spotter. We're both gonna need a new watch dog for our raids. That femmes gonna need new optic pleasures."

-Retro dropped the bar on his own chassis as he lost concentration, Rubicon quickly helping him by placing the bar back on its perch- "What!?" –Retro could feel his face plates heating up and thanked Primus for his mask to shield his embarrassment. Rubicon would give a sly grin and pointed a blue finger- "The femme that's ALWAYS watching ya." -Retro would follow his direction and immediately he knew which femme in the small crowd he was referring too (This did not help his blush)-

Even through a crowd of 7 Autobots Retro knew which femme he meant. She was a scout class femme (shorter that he) with a shining purple and white chassis that was very sleek in design save for the wheels on her shoulders and above the heels on her legs. She always wore a supply pack on her back and a mask complimented by a brilliant blue visor that sparkled like diamonds illuminated by the moons soft glow,though beneath her pack she is rumored to have an awe inspiring blue gem on her back of the same nature as her visor. Despite the amount of skin plating her chassis revealed she was a very shy femme yet fierce if the moment called for it (One of her core classes included time in Master Yoketrons cyber ninja dojo), something Retro often admired from a distance. Daughter of a council-mech and absolutely beautiful to his optics Retro always figured he had little to no chance at even befriending the femme so he brushed the idea aside and kept away… Still, his thoughts were there and apparently she had also been watching him.

-He sighed heavly before resting back down and lifting the weighted bar once more- "I guess so Rubicon."

–The red/blue mech would frown and rest an elbow on the bars former perch- "Your last day and you won't even say good bye?" -Retro continued his lifting-

"The moment our student body notices the amount of transfers and drop outs from this academy around the time of Zeta Primes Autobot Iacon movement is the moment that I'm labled a Decepticon….. Right now I don't want anyone thinking that a councilmechs' daughter was friends with a Decepticon….. Bad press."

-Rubicons' frown would lessen- "Well you're throwing away the chance to get the good kind of press." –Again Retro would drop the bar at his larger friends slightly suggestive comment, requiring Rubicon to assist him in placing the bar back where it goes-

"Well you're an aft for ruining my bench press!" -Rubicon would chuckle- "The bench was the best you could get it from?"

–The moment Retro leapt from the bench was the moment Rubicon dashed towards the track to avoid his wrath, both of them doing a forward roll into vehicle mode as they caused quite an amusing scene. The other students either cheering as they watched or transforming onto the track themselves, thinking it was a race. All Retro could think about was one thing- "Oh Primus I have another six classes of this scrap!"

Alright yal, thus ends another chapter of Transformers: Maniacal Rising ^.^ R&R please, I really wanna know how I'm doing thus far. And BTW, if I give a character a name, they are probably important XD Til next update, and feel free to check my new blog for teasers and events yet to come (heh heh) at

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