This story is about characters in another of my stories, Survival of the Fittest. Cause, you know, backstories :P This one can be read either before or after that one I think.
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy the story of how Team Scatterstrike came to be and how they all met. It was a ride.
I own nothing but my oc's (the many that there are) and the story plot.
Chapter One - The Pilot
The warrior looked over the files on his desk.
A small stack to his right, five single ones spread out in front of him.
Five files, five potential recruits.
Scatterstrike picked up the first one, scanning its contents with his remaining optic once again.
The profile picture was of a young seeker, sky blue and black in colour.
According to the file, this Cloudbreaker was twenty-one vorns and showed great potential as a leader. His main functions as of so far included soldier and air support.
Next on his list was a young femme from one of the Tower families in Iacon. While surprised at the fact a noblemech's daughter was enlisted in the Autobot ranks, Scatterstrike figured it must be for a good reason. If nothing else, Starfrost may have knowledge and connections that he would not have.
The next two Autobots were the same age, fourteen vorns, and from the same city-state, Protihex.
One, the bulkier one from what the profile picture showed, said the brash youngling was a frontline soldier with a temper.
The other one, was apparently more even tempered and even if lacked the other's brawn, he had the processor of a young scientist or tactician. His skills included hacking and strategy.
The last candidate, and the youngest at thirteen vorns, was a flier from Kalis. The small red and black femmeling had a twin who was stationed elsewhere, but both were scouts. The little femmeling was, according to the file, was naturally stealthy and quick.
Scatterstrike settled back in his chair, servos crossed as he thought about the potential candidates he had set aside from the pile of other files.
"Are these the team members I want to pick for my squad?"
The pilot wasn't certain exactly why, but he quite sure these were going to be the mecha he selected.
He frowned, shaking his helm.
"A pity they're all so young to be involved in any of this war."
For not the first time, Scatterstrike asked the question, "Why Primus? Why allow this war?"
But as always when he asked, no answer came.
At least, not that Scatterstrike could hear or see.
Making a decision, the warrior pressed a button on the comm system located on the desk.
"Yes?" answered the mecha on the other end.
"I've made a decision," replied Scatterstrike.
The other mech sighed quietly. "Are you sure about this, Scatterstrike? To take on five young mecha to train as a team in so short a time?"
The warrior smirked, his optic ridges raising. "Greater supposed impossibilities have happened, my friend. Let me see if we can raise up some warriors."
"Alright, send me your list and I will send out the transfer requests."
"Thank you."
Scatterstrike ended the comm, already sending the list.
Within the decacycle, his new team should start to arrive.
Though a little apprehensive, he was excited.
He was aware that there would be challenges.
Little did he know the particular challenges that he would face.