Here's the second chapter, where we meet another one of the future crew/squad.

I usually try to make my chapters at least 2,000 words, but I think for now at least, shorter chapters will work for this story. *shrugs* But, as is common for most of my stories, we'll see.

latenightstoryteller : I'm glad you're enjoying it! And I hope it is a good one :)

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Hope everyone enjoys. I will shut up and let you continue on with the story. Of course, I wouldn't blame anyone if they skipped the author notes because the author doesn't really have much to say anyways lol


Chapter Two - The Noble

The petite aqua coloured femme stepped off of the transport, quickly moving out of the way as to not get stepped on by the larger mecha accompanying.

"Watch where you are going," she said harshly, staring up at one mech who almost walked into her.

"Sorry, miss," grumbled the mech, giving her a look before lumbering off in the direction of a large building. A tall wall ran around the outside, with windows cut into it, along with a closed door.

The noble shook herself and then followed, frowning deeply.

"Peasants. The whole lot of them," she muttered under her breath.

Dragging her suitcase behind her, she was, for likely at least the hundredth time, glad it had wheels on the bottom.

After all, she was not very strong and it had been a long trip.

Being a daughter of a Tower mech, you did not need to be physically strong. There was no need for it when you had servants to do everything for you.

Already, Starfrost had learned that life was much different outside of her Tower.

Of course, the young femme wasn't completely naive about the outside world and lower castes by any means. She'd heard plenty about it from her sire and carrier and other nobles. Even whispering gossip from the servants had caught her audios her and there.

But once she actually stepped outside to see for herself-

Starfrost realized that perhaps it wasn't exactly like how everyone had said it was.

They'd left a lot out.

Reaching the front doors of what she presumed to be the Autobot base she'd be staying at, Starfrost made her way to the front of the congregating group.

"Hey! Who do you think you are?" asked one mech as she elbowed her way in front of him.

"Someone who knows her place, unlike you," she snapped, lifting her chin. "It would be wise if you stayed out of my way."

The burly mech flared down at the petite femme. "Why you little- "

Luckily, perhaps, the wall's doors opened and the group was told by a guard that they could enter.

"Fresh energon looks a little fresh," one of the guards whispered to the other as the group walked through the entrance.

"I'm sure they'll get whipped into shape soon enough," said the other one boredly. He furrowed his brow as he took another look at the new recruits.

"But you're right. Some of them do look like they've never even seen a gun before."

The first one nodded, then shrugged, moving to close the door after the few stragglers.

"I hear that old pilot has someone from this group coming to join his squad that he's forming."

"I couldn't guess who," remarked the second one, settling back against the wall. He stared out his window, optics watchful despite the conversation. "The mech's not exactly known for being predictable."

The other one shrugged again, climbing back up to join the other on the short platform. "Well, I'm sure we'll find out soon."


Starfrost soon found herself staring up at who apparently was her superior.

She didn't know that she was thrilled about it.

"So," the mech with the one optic began, looking over the petite aqua and silver femme. "You're Starfrost I presume?"

The Iaconian crossed her servos. "You presume correctly. And I suppose you must be Captain Scatterstrike."

The grey and black coloured mech nodded once, raising an optic ridge.

"You are the first one to arrive. I'll show you to the quarters you'll be sharing with the rest once they arrive."

"Excuse me?" sputtered Starfrost as the mech turned to leave, beckoning for her to follow. "Share quarters? With others?"

Without turning or pausing, the Altihexian answered.

"You may have had a room all to yourself back from where you came from. But here, there's not enough room for everyone to have personal quarters. Too many mecha stuffed into this base."

"I agree with that," sniffed Starfrost, hurrying to keep up with the much taller mech.

Scatterstrike noticed her troubles and slowed down, trying to meet her pace a little better. He couldn't help but smirk.

"This femme has a lot to learn," he thought. "Including how to keep up."

Though he guessed that must be hard when you were only thirteen feet tall.

"I refuse to share," the noble said haughtily. "I am sure that the head mecha around here would be accommodating."

Scatterstrike sent a frown towards the femme. "Well, I am sure they are not going to make everyone else even more squished just so a noble can have a room to herself.

"We're lucky we got a room. You'll have to adapt."

Starfrost huffed quietly. "I do not plan on adapting as you put it."

Stopping in his tracks, the mech turned and leaned over the snobby Iaconian.

"Look here, your majesty," he said, a bit of a snide tone to his voice. "Around here, you do what your superiors tell you. That includes me and every other ranking officer in this base, or elsewhere.

"And you'll find yourself in unpleasant company with your comrades if you keep up with that attitude. Mecha already dislike you upper castes."

He straightened, his expression and tone softening slightly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't give them any more reason to."

As he turned and walked on, Starfrost stood in shock for several astrokliks, mouth open.

"How dare he threaten and speak to me like that," she thought. "Does he not realize just who I am?"

It was obvious that he did though. He just didn't care.

Fuming, she followed Scatterstrike, thinking of all the things that she'd like to say to him. However, she thought better of it. After all, he towered over her more than ten feet.

She was not an idiot.

And she was definitely not going to adapt.

Her pride in her high upbringing and caste would not stand for that. She could not stoop so low as to pretend to become one of the peasants that had surrounded her ever since she had left her home.

Which seemed to be what her new superior thought and was hinting that she should do.

The thought of becoming like them made her almost want to gag.

Not for the first time, Starfrost, daughter of an Iaconian Towers mech, was having second thoughts about joining the Autobot army.

"It is not my place," she thought, remembering what her carrier had said, trying to persuade her not to go.

But what if her carrier was wrong? After all, the war was spreading. Not just the Badlands to the south were affected.

But maybe she was right in that it surely would never reach Iacon.

Starfrost had made a choice and she was here now though either way.

Pride would not let her become like the rest of the army, and it would not let her retreat home either.

That would be shameful.

She did not wish to bring her family name any more dishonour than it already had. It had been tainted enough.

Therefore, she would not leave.

Unless she had a good reason to.

Glaring at the back of the mech she was following, Starfrost figured that with how things were going, she would have that reason very soon.


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