Published - 5/17/2021
Edited - 5/19/2021

Prologue: A Rude Awakening

Whirl wasn't having a good day. She was just as confused as most of the Rescue Bot Students were. To be completely honest with herself, had she known what a Decepticon was, she would've asked more questions about her father, but she never did. Wedge had told them about the Decepticons since he was one himself, or, rather, used to be one.

According to him, they were a faction of revolutionists that were led by the Decepticon leader Megatron. He was only around to experience parts of the war. Scrapper, the leader of the Constructicons, had been training him to become a proper Constructicon; however, when the Autobots defeated the Decepticons, he ran away to seek help. Optimus found him, and the rest was history.

Hot Shot disliked the fact that there was an ex-Decepticon in their midst, but he was fine with it. They were friends, of course, so Wedge being a Decepticon in the first place didn't truly matter. He was a Rescue Bot now. That's all that mattered.

Hoist flat out didn't care what Wedge was, which was all good to the group. Medix had the same opinion as well.

However, because of that sudden revelation, Whirl started to question her heritage. She had questions. Questions such as who her father was to where she came from. All she knew was that when she was created, her father disappeared, and an old Autobot commander, Hot Rod, raised her.

According to things she heard about who her real father was, he wasn't the best bot around. But for some reason, nobody told her the bot's name or if he was an Autobot or Decepticon. It frustrated her to no end every time she thought of it. But, those frustrations turned into things she couldn't let go of, and now, she wanted answers.

She looked at her fellow Rescue Bots in training. All of them were sitting around, talking and having a fun time. Medix was speaking to Hoist about… something and Hot Shot was with Wedge playing table tennis.

"Hey, guys, I'm going to go talk to Perceptor for a second. Ok? I'll be back," Whirl said as Hot Shot gave her a thumbs up. A soft smile came to her face as she turned to leave the room.

The moment she stepped out of the room, Whirl made a beeline for the command center in the academy. As she ran to the command center, several questions popped up in her head. Did they even know who he was? Were they even willing to tell her if she asked? Whatever the case was, if they wouldn't answer her, she would just have to find out herself.

Upon making it to the command center, she walked inside as she saw Blades and Perceptor talking about something.

"That's when I single-handedly helped Optimus deal a successful attack on the Decepticon headquarters. My arm may have detached, but it was a simple fix. Rachet wouldn't let me hear the end of it, though," Perceptor said as he spotted Whirl standing in the doorway.

"Ah! Whirl, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Perceptor asked as Whirl fidgeted.

"Well… I just wanted to know who my father was?" Whirl asked as Perceptor raised an eyebrow.

"Well, that should be easy, wasn't it Hot Rod?" Blades asked as Whirl shook her head.

"No, I mean… my real dad. The one that created me, not the one that raised me," Whirl clarified. Perceptor coughed into his hand as Blades scratched his head.

"Well, I don't know. I only know of Hot Rod. What about you, Perceptor?" Blades asked as the other bot sighed.

The red robot remained silent, mulling over something. Perceptor's expression drew that of concern as he stared down at Whirl with a look that simultaneously mixed confusion and concern. To say that the look he was giving her unnerved the little rescue-bot was an understatement.

"Is there something wrong, Perceptor?" Whirl asked as his optics zoomed out before he shook his head. The red bot sighed, walking over to a seat before placing his hands down on his knees and sitting down.

"I've been dreading the day you mentioned your father. Only because of who he is and why we had to…" Preceptor started before he let out a quivering sigh. "I'll never forget that day. It was one of the darkest days in Autobot history," Perceptor said as Whirl winced.

"Well… you don't have to talk about it if it brings back bad memories…." Whirl said as Preceptor smiled. She became worried for the old robot. Whirl knew a lot of things about Preceptor. He was a veteran of the Autobot and Decepticon war, so if something like this was causing bad memories to resurface, then she didn't want any part of it.

"No, no. It's fine. You deserve to know how you came to be. Just give me a nanoklik to collect my thoughts…" Perceptor said as he sighed once again. "Your father was a very interesting fellow. Never in my time did I ever think of having to come up against him in combat, and needless to say, he scrapped many bots that day," Perceptor spoke with a haunting tone.

Whirl was caught in a daze. Her father was responsible for the death of 'many' bots… she took time to think this over. That couldn't be true. She was a Rescue Bot. Her father must've been one too. It only made sense to her.

"My dad couldn't have been like that!" Whirl said, a distinct fear in her tone of voice as Preceptor sighed. He gave her a sympathetic look as he shook his head.

"But he was, Whirl. I was there when he executed several Autobots during a trial hosted by Megatron. I was one of the bots going up for execution myself and had it not been for Bulkhead and Bumblebee interrupting the trial. I wouldn't be here, teaching you all right now," Perceptor stated as Blades tapped him on the shoulder.

"Maybe you should skip those parts… I don't think she wants to know about… that kind of stuff, Perceptor." When Blades said this, Preceptor saw the look of horror on Whirls face as he huffed. He knew that this was beginning to take a turn for the worse.

Despite that, and despite the fact that he knew that what he told her next would potentially scar the young rescue bot, he needed to tell her.

His optic's hardened, and as he cleared his throat, he began to speak once again, this time, with a distinct boldness in his tone.

"You're right… now, let's cut to the chase. Your creator, Whirl, is currently one of the most wanted Decepticons at this very moment. He has been in hiding for a long time… and if he were to come here to find you… it's needless to say that he would reduce all of us to scrap without the help of Optimus and Team Prime.

Your father's name is Shockwave. Head scientist of the Decepticon army and hardened war veteran," Perceptor stated, a look of distaste in his eyes as he continued.

"The day we came to… terminate Shockwave, he escaped, and in his wake, he left behind a small protoform that would eventually turn into you, but when we read the plans he had set up for you, you had already been programmed to become a Decepticon Warrior.

We did our damndest to reset this function of you. Still, when we couldn't, we handed you over to Hot Rod, where he tried to do something to you to make it so you would awaken as an Autobot…" Perceptor stopped, allowing her to take in all the information before he continued.

"He told us that he couldn't turn you into an Autobot but that he could erase your prime directive. That is exactly what he did, and when he did that, he renamed your spark from what it was supposed to be. You were then named Blackout, but now, you're Whirl, named after a strong Autobot soldier. He covered your Insignia and sheltered you for your upbringing, hoping you never came across a Decepticon, in worries that it might reactivate your old programming.

When he died, he gave us the request to point you in the direction of becoming a Rescue bot. Henceforth why we're here now." Perceptor stated as Whirl shook.

She WAS a Decepticon…

Her father was a War Criminal…

And she was created to be a Decepticon Warrior.

"N-No… that's not true! That can't be true. I'm not a Decepticon! I was never a Decepticon! I'm a Rescue Bot…" Whirl said as she turned away. "This was a waste of time… I'm sorry for asking…" Whirl said as she ran off.

"Whirl, wait!" Perceptor stood up, reaching his hand out, only to drop it. "Ugh… damnit. I knew I said too much… we need to find her. Chances are, she's going to find and ask Laserbeak. He will know more than anyone else that it was indeed Shockwave…." Perceptor said as Blades sighed.

"She's probably emotionally out of whack. Maybe Cody can help her. I'm sure he'll be able to help her. If not, then we'll have to wait for her to come to us for more answers… unfortunately…" Blades said as he looked back at Perceptor. "But Perceptor, you didn't have to say ALL of that, you know? You could've just told her about Shockwave and neglect to mention his crimes." Blades said as Perceptor sighed.

"I know, but she needed to know the full scope of who her father is. It's better this way," Preceptor spoke with finality in his tone. "For now, let's warn the other Rescue Bot trainees, as well as the other Rescue Bots. The last thing we want is for her to snap at them on accident with all the added pressure that I just dropped on her like a tonne of bricks," Perceptor stated, rubbing the back of his neck.

Meanwhile, in a secluded laboratory, deep in the badlands of Cybertron, a lone figure wearing a heavy brown cloak stood, their fingers tapping furiously onto a digital keypad. Letters and numbers raced across the small screen as finally, an image of Whirl came upon it.

Small text blurbs appeared beside them. The figure swiped up on the image as a picture of Earth showed up. The picture zoomed in on a certain island, located off the east coast of the United States of America. A large red eye glowed as a sinister voice spoke out into the caverns.

"I have finally found you, my sparklet. Do not fear. I will be there for you, even in your darkest time. Yes, it is most logical, indeed," the sinister voice spoke out as they walked away from the computer. Stepping over to another control panel, they pressed a button as their cloak came off.

A massive green portal opened up in the cave as the figure began to Transform. "I will finally be able to see my dearest sparklet after all this time. The Autobots might have taken you from me, but do not fret. I will return what is rightfully yours to you."

As the figure finished transforming into their alternate mode, a purple tank stood in the figure's place as they began to drive through the Groundbridge.

To Be Continued

Welcome to my first ever Transformers Fanfiction! Now, I don't know about you, but Whirl has always been a mysterious character to me. All of the Rescue Bot recruits have some sort of old bot they're based off of. Hoist is based on Hoist from G1, Medix is clearly based on Rachets Student from G1, Hot Shot is based on Transformers Armada Hot Shot, and ever since Wedge was revealed to be a Decepticon, it's clear he's based on one of the Constructicon's. So that brings us to Whirl, who is based off of IDW Whirl from the IDW comics.

However, due to this being the aligned continuity, that doesn't exactly make sense. Then again, when does it anyway? Since there are theories that Hot Shot and Heatwave are parent and child, Medix is Rachets Nephew, and Hoist is in some way related to Bulkhead or the Wreckers. What about Wedge and Whirl? Wedge could easily be related to the Contruscticon's due to his appearance, but what of Whirl? She is by far the most mysterious of the bunch. All we know is that she looks up to Chase a lot. She doesn't know what Decepitcon's were until Wedge revealed it, and therefore, some curiosity of where she came from would honestly come next.

This brings us to here. I hope this idea picks up because I love the concept of her being a creation of Shockwave. Now, with that out of the way, I'll see you in the next chapter, peace.

P.S: Sparklet = Child