Hello Everyone!

The majority of the chapters from now on is going to be in the 3rd person

Apologies for the wait! Happy Readings!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Transformers series or the characters, just my OCs

Chapter 2: First Encounter

A small femme awoke with a gasp. She sits up, immediately her optics dart all across the room. She stumbles a bit, trying to stand, she grabs the nearest object to support her.

Shaking a bit, Roseanne tries to stop herself from panicking and trying to assess her situation. She takes in deep breaths and counts 1 to 10 over and over, trying to find something to focus on. Her senses were all buzzing, tingling from head to toe, little HUDs popping up in the corners of her vision. It was all too much! She needs to focus!

Roseanne continues to breathe slowly, trying not to point out to her conscious that not only she had come back from the dead but that this was not her original body.

Minutes pass by and Roseanne manages to stop shaking. She looks at her surroundings.

She was in a dark alley, conveniently away from a bigger, lit open area. The narrow exit lets in small amounts of light, letting Rosanne see the metal decorative walls reached high above her head. The object Rosanne had used as leverage, are metal crates.

Roseanne twitched her servo, seeing it for the first time, as well as the lower half of her frame.

From what she could tell, Roseanne had no color, a cool gray to be precise, or had any unique shapes.

'I really can't believe this is happening,' Roseanne grows dizzy again, thinking about everything happening to her. She needs another goal to distract herself with. 'Perhaps finding out where I am would be a good start...'

Hall of Iacon; Main Plaza

12:51pm

:Hot Rod…Oh for the love of Primus-Hot Rod are you there!?"

Hot Rod jerks awake to the sound of his captain telling through his comms.

: Uh-achem Yes! Cadet Hot Rod here! Nothing to report at Sector 84!"

The cadet can hear the sigh coming from the other side of the comm.

:...Your report was due 20 minutes ago, you didn't power down again, did you?"

: Noo! Maybe… I'm sorry..."

: Hot Rod…You can't keep doing this. You have the potential to join I and your cadet mates in the field. If you keep having these issues-'

: I know, I know. I'll be dismissed from the academy for an extended period of time or permanently."

His captain didn't even have to say it, that warning has been thrown at Hot Rod so many times it's been engraved in his processor. However, the warnings seem to be louder than ever. The captain on the other end of the comm is quiet, Hot Rod assumes the bot doesn't know what to say.

: Look…Here's a bargain for you. No more issues on your shift and I'll keep my mouth shut. Is that a deal?"

Hot Rod is taken by surprise by the sudden offer, not knowing what to say.

: Well? Primus is not getting any older-"

: Yes! Yes! Achem…I mean, yes, I will gladly take that offer. Thank you, Captain Geode!"

: You're welcome. You have 4 hours to go, you got this kid."

Once his Captain buzzed out of his comms, Hot Rod slumped right back into the bench he previously used as a bed.

'4 more hours of absolutely nothing happening,' Hot Rods ponders why it was so easy for the other cadets to breeze through these routine patrols. He finds there is no point to them. Now that Cybertron is in a new era of peace, no bot would be stupid enough to cause any trouble, especially during the day.

He grumbles to himself, wishing he could choose another weekly assignment, and finally hops off the bench he has been sitting on since the morning.

Sector 84 is one of the most popular sectors among the cadets, for it is the Iacon Hall of Records main plaza. Either it was the beautiful architecture, the statues, or the historical significance, Hot Rod had usually tuned out his raving peers by then.

The plaza itself is a wide-open area. It acts like a passageway from the city since it was the only known entryway into the Hall. There are statues of former leaders and figures of Cybertronian history standing a few feet apart from one another leading up to the entrance of the main building with jeweled shrubbery decorated in between and spread about.

Hot Rod walks by many other Cybertronians who are either marveling at the plaza's statues or heading to the Hall itself. He stops by one pedestal and looks up to see the carved and sparkless statue of Optimus Prime.

The leader of the autobots, the one who gave his spark for Cybertrons revival, a hero across the stars.

The tall statue was carved to match every detail Prime was said to have. Every shape. Every dent. Every scar. The world mourned Optimus Prime. And yet, Hot Rod doesn't feel any sorrow. Instead, he just wonders. He slumps down next to the pedestal where the statue stands on top, leaning against it.

"How'd you do it OP? How did you get to where you did?" He asks aloud.

Of course, he is met with silence. After a few clicks, stares are gained by passersby, so Hot Rod decides to get up instead of waiting for the non-existent answer. Then, the sounds of shouting pierces his receptors.

"Miss! Please let us help you!"

Hot Rod turns his head around to the source of the sudden shout. Farther down towards the entrance of the plaza, there are a group of bots standing around in a circle with their backs towards Hot Rod.

His spark flutters, 'Finally!'

Hot Rod walks towards the group with an eager pace. Upon getting closer, the shouting only grows louder.

"Femme you are not in danger! Calm down!"

"Can't you just listen to me!? I need to find an autobot, a police officer or something! -"

Once there, Hot Rod taps the shoulder of one bot who is on the outside of the group. The bot jumps and turns around, surprised by Hot Rod's appearance.

"Positioned Cadet Hot Rod here, what seems to be the problem and what can I do to help," Hot Rod states.

The bot stammers," W-Well, I only just got here a few clicks ago myself so I don't know the whole story, but the protoform started to freak out and she started to ask for an autobot."

" A protoform? " Hot Rod questions, "This far deep in the city?"

"That's what I thought! It's weird…"

Hot Rod excuses himself and starts to make his way into the center of the crowd. Shuffling and squeezing pass the others, Hot Rod stumbles in.

There was indeed a femme protoform in the center of the group. Arms up and ready to throw a punch at any bot who got too close. Her optics were wildly darting around the group. Hot Rod feels pity. This femme just woke up to a new world and at least ten bots are surrounding her and are overwhelming. Hot Rod creeps closer, stepping towards the protoform. He relaxes his frame and vents, hoping it looks less intimidating. She doesn't notice him at first, her body facing away.

Hot Rod takes a deep breath in, "Hello there."

The protoform doesn't take a click to immediately turn and face him with servos raised.

Hot Rod is able to see the femme a bit better and blinks in surprise at her green optics. It's not rare for a Cybertronian to have green optics, but it is rare to be born with green optics. Usually, bots have their optics customized later in life.

"Easy, easy, " Hot Rod stops in his peds and talks slowly," My name is Hot Rod. I heard you were looking for an autobot."

He points to his insignia on the center of his chest plate. The protoform glares dangerously, but she slightly lowers her arms.

Hot Rod tries to smile," I know a few bots who can help you…Do you have a designation? A name?"

The protoform doesn't move. She only then utters the words," Snowsteel…I think my name is Snowsteel."

Oooo~

Things are happening (very slowly)~

To clear a Grammer thing, in the beginning of the sentence, when the colon, symbol appears it means that the bots are using their comms. I know its little weird but that's just how I wrote the comms to break them up easier so I don't have to write the word 'comm' and all it's tenses a bunch

Anywhose, hoped you enjoyed this chapter

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