In the darkness of the building, a femme Cyber-wolf has gone into stasis after her contact with an object known as the All-spark. Her dirty frame that was once littered with scars of the number of different fights she was in, is now smooth and clean, not a scar in sight. Her once gray paint is now pure white, and her once small and petite frame is now the same size of a normal sized mech Cyber-wolf (Being the size of a large SUV)

Faintly you can hear the whirring of a system coming onlining. With a small grunt like growl the femme Cyber-wolf's optics online, the once yellow optics are now bright baby blue. The femme's optics have something different about them, no longer are they the optics belonging to a instinctual beast, but now the optics are filled with intelligence and innocence.

With a confused glow in her optics she shakes her helm, noticing the difference in her processor patterns, no longer is she an animal with only thoughts of survival. Her processor now, is like that of the Cybertronians that rule the planet.

Cyber-wolf's POV

As I online my optics I notice the change in myself. I am no longer just an instinctual animal, but now a sentient being, something that both frightens me and excites me. Curiously I look around the area, I take note that I am still at the hidden building with the strange object.

All-spark

Something whispers to me; so that is what the strange object is called! Getting up from my spot on the ground, I look to my paws; my once gray paint is now pure white, and my claws that were also gray at one time are now gold. I look back towards the All-spark only to see it has stopped glowing, putting my snout to it again, nothing happens.

"Strange." I think to myself

Still inspecting the All-spark, the object that gave all life to Cybertron, my audios pick up on loud voices. Alarmed and fearful I'll run into the Cybertronians, I flee from the site, leaving the All-spark, and the place of my rebirth.

Strangely enough I have gone 4 orns (days) without energon, and yet I still have half of my energon reserves left. Lucky me.

I have manage to get myself in quite the predicament, somehow I have wandered into Cybertronian territory, and am now hiding behind garbage dumps, fearful of coming across a hostile mech or femme, or worst a hunter. The city's name is Kaon as I've gathered, and the Cybertronians here are quite scary, especially the red optic mech and femmes, whom scream danger and hostility.

I have been in this city for 2 orns now, and I have managed to get beaten by a huge and hostile mech. My once clean and elegant frame is now dirty once more and dented, great. My side has a small gash, leaking energon slowly, making my preserves go down faster than they normally would.

Laying in my spot for several breems (minutes) I begin to hear a riot starting up, not wanting my hiding spot to be discovered, I do the only thing I have left to do, go deeper into the city. Stalking along the shadows of the alleys, I try to hide myself the best I can. Realizing my white frame will catch attention, I reluctantly roll in a pile of filth to make my frame dirty brown. Huffing quietly to myself I continue my walk towards pit knows where.

Not paying any bit of attention to my surroundings I run into something hard, making me yelp in surprise. Leaping back my optics land upon a red Cybertronian mech, obviously good looking for his kind, not wanting to take any chances I hunch my spinal strut and ruffle my armor in a threatened manner along with barring fang and growling.

The re mech looks at me with alarmed blue optics, the normal color for Cybertronians, before they change to curiosity.

"Well aren't you just a filthy thing?" He says with a chuckle

"Gee thanks as if I wasn't sulking about my filthiness as it is….Now I have a Cybertronian mech rubbing it in."

I do nothing knowing I can't, even though my processor has been altered, my speak is still that of a Cyber-wolf nothing but growls, yelps, whines, barks, and other wolfy things.

Then the mech steps forward, making me step back and growl.

"Hey now buddy, I'm not going to hurt you." He smiles

I still growl in my defensive stance, though the growl has lightened a little. The mech takes this as a positive sigh and steps forward, again I step back with my fangs bared. With an amused chuckle I watch the mech pull something from his subspace, before squatting down and holding it out to me.

"Here you go. Come on now take it, it's an energon goody, they're really good!" He smiles.

I still don't trust the mech. How can he not tell I'm a Cyber-wolf…Oh yeah I'm covered in grime.

"Here, I'll try it to prove to you it's not poisonous…." The red mech then takes a small bite out of it, I watch carefully, my tank rumbles at the substance when the mech holds it back out.

"Oh what the pit!"

Stepping forward I bite into the energon treat, making the rumbling in my tanks to stop. While eating the treat, the mech without my notice, begins to run his servo down my spinal strut. Flinching at first I soon relax into the touch. I let out a purr at the feeling, getting a chuckle from the mech as he pets my frame. Soon his servo runs across my wound and a flinch along with letting out a yelp.

Surprised the mech flinches, but does not move, in fact he gets closer inspecting the scratches and dents in my once clean and healthy frame.

One done inspecting my frame the mech lets out a 'tsk' at my condition, before he does something that surprises me; he picks me up. With a grunt at my weight he begins to carry me in a direction, I begin to struggle in his grasp fearful of where he is taking me before he begins to shush me in a soothing manner.

"I'm not going to hurt you big guy, just going to get you all fixed up." He says cheerfully

I pout to myself:

"I'm a femme, not a mech!"

So our unnamed character has met a red mech, it's pretty obvious who he is…..Sideswipe! :D

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See you all next time I update!

Bai!