Author's Notes: I know how irresponsible this looks! I probably shouldn't work on two TF Prime fics so close together, but this was my better TFP idea, and since nobody minds that I write these along with G1 fics I decided to post it. I suppose there are a lot of Vehicon fics out there, but I'm going to do my best to set this one apart. I had the idea and it won't go away, so I have to write it! It is my duty as a writer, and someone who apparently suffers from a plot bunny infestation. Please review, favorite, and follow to see more :)

Chapter 1

New Recruits

Praxus was in ruins. The Decepticons had up to this point focused on small-scale attacks against council strongholds, but now Megatron had finally done the unthinkable. He had attacked a city filled with innocent Cybertronians that weren't even involved in the war. All because it housed a large number of Autobot sympathizers.

A young Autobot named Prowl was the only one left as far as he could tell. He hid under the rubble and hoped his concealment would not be revealed by the enemy. He saw that several Decepticons were digging through the rubble searching for loot and survivors to capture. It made him sick to his tanks. He knew there was a good chance they could find him if he didn't move.

Megatron, meanwhile, strolled through the ruins without a care in the world, and no pity for the fallen victims. By his side was his loyal subordinate Soundwave, who had taken a vow of silence to not utter a word until the Decepticons ruled Cybertron. He showed Megatron the results of the attack on his visor, and Megatron smiled wickedly; showing off his razor sharp teeth.

Prowl could see the warlord from where he was hiding, and only hoped that he would not be seen. Prowl was in training to be a police officer, but a civilian cop was no match for a group of hardened soldiers. Besides, he wasn't even a cop yet. Even as he hid he listened for the spark beat of his little brother. Bluestreak couldn't be dead. He just couldn't be! He was Prowl's responsibility, and the older Praxian had failed. He had been helpless to save little Bluestreak.

He heard and felt nothing. Bluestreak wasn't in the crumbled building anymore. He was dead. Prowl was the only survivor of Praxus. He was alone.

He waited until he saw no more Decepticons in range, and then he made a run for it. He calculated the routes the Decepticons would take, the routes that would be largely abandoned, and all of the nearby cities. He determined that the bridge would be blocked, so he couldn't make it to Iacon. He would have to go in the opposite direction; toward Tyger Pax.

Prowl ran for several minutes before he had to stop and hide behind some rubble. He heard someone talking, and craned his neck cables to see who it was. It was the elite seeker trine! Their commander, Starscream, was ruthless and cruel. He would surely use Prowl for target practice, and that was if he was being merciful! The young car-former stalled his intakes and hoped he wouldn't overheat waiting for the flying Decepticons to leave. Wait, flying Decepticons…

Prowl gulped as he dared to venture a look upward. Good, the skies were clear. He had forgotten about the flying soldiers, and his helm was exposed! He had to find another cover, and quick!

He scanned the area, and saw a mass of rubble with a space just large enough for him to fit inside of a couple kliks to his left. He peeked over the rubble. Starscream was distracted and not even looking his way. Perfect.

Prowl steeled himself, and then ran toward the rubble! He ran as quietly as he could, and made it to the rubble! Before he could squeeze inside, however, he saw a long skinny shadow over his frame!

He hesitantly looked to see who it was, and he saw a dark blue seeker of the same design as Starscream! Which one was he? Prowl couldn't remember which seeker was which. He only recognized Starscream. The Decepticon had a blaster trained on Prowl's helm, and a look on his face plate that said he would fire if Prowl so much as thought about challenging him.

Prowl knew there was no hope. He was an Autobot, his father was an Autobot, and all of his friends were Autobots. There was no way he could talk his way out of this.

"On your feet, Autobot!" For such a slim seeker, this mech had a booming voice.

"Sir, I ask you to kill me quickly," Prowl said as he stood, "I have no information. I am only a citizen. I know I will die by your hand, I only ask that you don't torture me. I've already lost my younger brother to your attack. That is torture enough."

The Decepticon seemed to consider his words. Prowl didn't close his optics. These were his final astro seconds of life, and he wanted to experience every last one. The seeker looked back to see if his companions were watching him. Satisfied that they weren't, the seeker turned back to the Autobot.

"Go," The seeker said in a low voice that could barely be heard.

Prowl raised his optic ridges; certain he heard wrong.

The seeker nodded, and gestured toward the direction of the city of Tyger Pax. Prowl didn't know when this Decepticon had grown a conscience, but he was grateful for it. He bowed slightly to the seeker to bid him farewell, and then quietly skittered away into the dusk. He wouldn't learn until much later that the Decepticon's name was Thundercracker, and that was only after he had to face him in battle several vorns later.

Megatron went to the makeshift fortress in Praxus, a metallic box that had survived the attack. The Decepticons were ordered not to attack it since this was the location of one of Shockwave's labs. Megatron smiled victoriously when he looked around at the dark and foreboding laboratory. This was only one of many places where Shockwave twisted the laws of nature of the benefit of his master.

"Shockwave!" Megatron called out into the nearly pitch black room, and was rewarded by the light of a single red optic in the distance, "Shockwave, there you are. So, did Praxus have enough resources for you to make more soldiers?"

"Yes, Lord Megatron," Shockwave nodded, and then led his master to a portion of the lab that was fully lit, "The troops brought back enough raw materials for 42 new Vehicons. This batch is comprised of four-wheeled vehicles. I have built them to your exact specifications."

Megatron and Shockwave stood before a conveyor belt that was attached to a machine that housed the mechanisms that would build the Vehicons. Seven of the new purple-colored drones were already assembled and ready for orders.

"Excellent, Shockwave. Your idea for disposable troops will reduce Decepticon casualties by a great deal," Megatron commended his top scientist, "Are you sure you can only get 42?"

"I am certain, Lord Megatron," Shockwave replied without offense, "The troops have also brought back much treasure from their attack. There was energon stored in one of the main warehouses, along with cobalt, copper, and some rather expensive polishes. The stock is stored in the back if you wish to inspect it, Lord Megatron."

"Perhaps later," Megatrom said with a grin, "First I want to program our new troops."

His audio sensors onlined first. Then his optic visor. He saw color. It was stunning. Black, and purple, and silver. So much color! He saw two mechs standing in front of him. He looked to either side. There were lots of identical mechs standing by his side. He probably looked like them. If he didn't then why would he be standing with them?

So this was life, huh? It was a little scary, but also exciting!

"My Vehicons, you will approach me for your programming in the order you were conceived," a large imposing silver figure ordered them.

The Vehicon didn't move. Something inside him told him it wasn't time yet. Instead he watched as the first Vehicon bowed before his leader; their leader. He introduced himself as PR-01, and was given a mission by the silver leader.

Wait, what's my designation? The Vehicon thought nervously.

He accessed his internal data storage unit. There wasn't a lot in there. Probably because he was just built. He did manage to find his designation though. PR-35. Okay, so he was 35th. That meant he had to wait until the other 34 had received their missions. He could do that. Just stand there and wait. In silence. With nobody caring about his welfare. Wow, this was boring!

It took almost a groon for the leader, designation Megatron, to accept him. PR-35 approached calmly, but inside he was a bundle of exposed wires. He really wanted his master to like him.

"I am PR-35 awaiting your orders, Lord Megatron," PR-35 copied what everyone else had said except for his designation. This was going really well.

"PR-35, you are hereby assigned to serve as a military class drone," Megatron ordered (not servant class, yay!), "Your first task is to assist in the construction of a control module for my new warship; the Nemesis. Report to Shockwave for further programming. Dismissed."

That was incredible! The leader spoke to him! If he'd touched him PR-35 probably would've offlined! He was going to work on a warship! That job sounded really important. He was going to do good and important things, and the leader was going to love him for it! He was so happy when Shockwave brought him into the medbay with the others to be imprinted with their tasks. This was the best (and only) day of his life!

If only he had known the millennia of pain and oppression he would have to endure.