Chapter 1: Who am I?

14 Vorns (years) later…

"Why can't I join." A young femme sighed.

The elite guard was requesting new members, and all the young mechs were entering. No femmes were allowed in, and everyone was fine with it. All, except young P306. She was a young femme, with a very unique look. Her calves and feet were a dark blue, her torso and thighs silvery-white, and her chest and arms were a crimson red. Her servos were small, flat, and black. Her helm looked like it had a dark blue helmet on with three antenna sticking strait up, one above each audio receptor and a taller one on her forehelm. She also had a blue with pink highlighted ponytail that went to just below her shoulder pads from the top back park of her helm. It was made of many super thin but strong wires that acted like real hair. Her arms and legs had a light pink rose coloured stripe running down. On her arms it ran from the top of her shoulder pads to the tips of her knuckles. On her legs it ran from her hip joints down to her ankle joints. She also had optics the colour of pure Energon, the fuel and life blood of all Autobots. Most robots had a darker shade of blue, or yellow, or green, or sometimes red coloured optics. She had a very light pink colour around the rim of both optics practically unnoticed unless you look very closely at them. She was the only one with that colour scheme. Her dream was to join the elite guard. But the rules said that femmes are to work in record halls, some schools, shops and hospitals, not fight, so she was not allowed to. Her designation was Plasmatic Three Zero Six, but everyone called her P306. She was stuck with it because until a higher ranked Cybertronian like a teacher or general gave her a proper name, so she was stuck with her protoform number. Most femmes never got a proper name, and were stuck with their protoform number. This is because there are few femmes in existence. Put in simple terms, 3 out of 10 of all Cybertronians were femme.

"If only I could join." She sighed again, looking at the electronic board. Everybot in her school group was entering, and she felt left out. Sighing, she turned and kept walking. A vehicle whizzed past and stopped. It then transformed into a mech. She sighed again. Almost all the bots in her group could transform into vehicles. Their group leader, a mech named Sentenal said that femmes should walk and not drive. She tried to argue by using Arcee, the last femme warrior as an example, but lost, due to the fact that it was because the Autobots needed all the bots they could get, Arcee and the other femme bots were an exception. She kept walking, and soon reached the school grounds, where her school group and other school groups, lived, learned, and growed. As she walked through the gate, she heard somebot call her name.

"P306! P306!"

She turned and saw her brother, Plasmatic Three Zero Five, P305 for short, run up to her. He wasn't actually her brother, but the connection between them was unbreakable. When she had first gotten teased, he had stood up for her and helped her. He was silver coloured, with purple stripes similar to hers on his arms and legs. His helm was shaped bucket like. He was older than her to, because he was sparked ten Cycles (days) before her. She never knew her family. But it didn't phase her. She, along with other mechs and femmes, had been taken away from her creators at birth, and sent to school. She considered him family though.

"P306, you won't believed what just happened." P305 gasped as her rushed up to her.

"What is it it this time?" She sighed, remembering the last time he said that, and it turned out to be a joke. She had been covered in tie dye for Cycles. She had been ticked at him for 4 Orns (months) afterward.

"I got into the elite guard try outs!"

"WHAT?!" P306 all but shouted.

"I know! I could not believe it myself but when I looked at the electronic board I saw my number! Isn't it great?"

"I guess." She sighed.

"What's the matter. Aren't you proud of me?"

"I am, it's just that I hoped to be beside you in the elite guard."

"But you know that femmes are not allowed in." He stated.

"I know I know. Well, good luck then." P306 then turned and walked away, very upset.

"Wait! P306!" P305 shouted. But she just kept walking. Inside her quarters, she sat on her metal berth with a tablet. She began to read.

One Cycle later, P306 was coming back from her classes and spotted something that made her Spark jump. On an ad screen, in big, bold Cybertronian writing, was a request for femme elite guard soldiers. She got very excited, and ran off to find her brother.

"No way! You're kidding, right?" P305 exclaimed when she told him about it.

"Have I ever lied to you?" She said sarcastically. "No. Look, this is my chance to join the elite guard and I'm not giving it up."

"But-"

"But nothing! P305, you above everyone else knows how much this means to me. Why are you suddenly giving up on me?"

"Well, it's just that, well, I don't want you to get hurt. And besides, you haven't finished your studies yet."

"Well, 'Smart Aft', I will go and nothing will stop me." She stormed off, leaving her brother with a stunned look on his face plate.

•••

"Wadda ya mean, I can't join!" She shouted. She'd asked Sentenal about the ad screen and if she could go.

"I mean that you must finish your studies first, then you can go." Sentenal said firmily. "No buts."

"But it will take Vorns to finish, and by then it would be to late." She argued.

"I said NO BUTS. Now, we need some more tablets for the school library, so I want you to go and get some. Understood?"

"Yes sir." She agreed with a sigh. She then walked off to get the tablets. Because she did not have a vehicle mode, it took a Joor to get to where they sell tablets. When she got there, she was exhausted. She stopped to rest for a couple nano clicks (seconds), then walked towards the service counter.

"How may I help you?" A friendly femme asked.

"I need some tablets for my schoolmates. Do you have any in stock, uh," she looked at the tag. It said 'A673'. "A673?"

"No, sorry. But we do have some nice-" she stopped because she had a call coming in on the video screen.

"Just a nano'. Hello."

P306 turned away, and started walking around the store. She saw telescreens, telecoms, vidcoms, comlincs, and other items. Sighing, she left. Suddenly, she stopped mid-step. In front of her, just a few pedes (feet) away, was Arcee. She could not believe her optics. There, right in front of her, was the legendary femme warrior, Arcee herself. Arcee was talking to a black robot with a yellow paint design. She recognized the robot from her history class. It was Bumblebee, one of Cybertron's top warriors. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and the paparazzi bots were all over Arcee and Bummblebee. The paparazzi bots started asking questions and taking pictures. She turned, only to have a bright light flash in her face.

"WHAT THE-!" She yelled as she fell backwards onto her aft.

"HEY! What was that for?!" She shouted.

"Oops, wrong bot. Sorry."

"Now I have a right to give you a piece of my processor. How in the heck of the world would get you to think I'm somebot else?" She shouted.

"Look-look, it's just, well, that you look like someone I-I read about who was very im-important." The mech stammered. He was much taller than her. She only just came up past his waist. He was a white mech with red and blue stripes. He also had jet wings on his back. He was most likely a seeker from Vos.

"Hey, I'm sorry to. It's just that I'm a little upset." She apologized.

"It's no problem. By the way, I'm Skyfire. What's your name?"

"I, I don't have one yet." She confessed.

"Then what's your protoform number?"

"P306."

"Well, P306, I guess I'll be seeing you around. Bye." He dashed off towards Arcee and Bumblebee. By then they were trying to get away from the paparazzi. They managed to escape, and transformed into these strange looking vehicles. Arcee transformed into a two wheel vehicle, and Bummblebee transformed into a square four wheel vehicle. She thought it was strange, but the even stranger thing was that she was mistaken for somebot important. She decided to call Sentenal and tell him about the tablets, then figure out why she looked like somebot important. She easily found a vidcom and called Sentenal.

"Who is it?" Sentenal asked once the vidcom got through.

"Hello, Sentenal sir. I, I couldn't, I mean, they, they did not have any tablets in stock." She stammered.

"WHAT?!" He shouted. She flinched. "I'm sorry sir, they just didn't have any."

"Well then, I guess that you're going to be out there for a while. You will not come back until you have found some tablets. UNDERSTOOD?"

"Yes sir." She hung up, and sat down on a bench a few pedes away from the vidcom, and started thinking. She thought that she could use this time to figure out why she looked like somebot she had never heard of. Then, it dawned on her. Maybe they have a record of who it was in the Iacon hall of records. It was like a library, only, you couldn't take tablets out. Since it was not far from her current position, she ran as fast as she could. When she got there, she entered. Inside, there was dozens of computers and millions of shelves. She chose a computer away from everybot else, and typed into the search section, 'Greatest warriors in Cybertronian history' then clicked 'Search'. As she was scrolling through the results, she spotted a tablet with the title 'Greatest Cybertronian warriors.'

"Perfect." She said. She walked over to the selves, since the hall was new and they hadn't labeled anything yet. So she looked through all the shelves. Finally, after what felt like Joors of searching, she found it. It was in a dusty old corner of an old shelf.

"ICK!" She cried when she got some dust in her optics. After a bit her optics adjusted and her sight cleared.

"That's better." She said, relived. She then found a table away from the others.

"Now then, let's take a look." She said, activating it. A screen appeared in front of her, and showed the different chapters of the warriors in each time period. She decided to start at the beginning. Three Joors later, she found a section different from the others. It was titled 'Earth'.

"Earth. I heard that name somewhere. I'd better keep reading." She said to herself. After a couple of clicks, she found a section labeled, 'Classified'. She tried to access it, but it would not let her in.

"Hmm. This is odd. Why would they put a section here labeled classified. I wonder…" she pull out her mobile laptop and plugged it in. She then started hacking the system and one by one, all of the firewalls crumbled until she was in.

"Yes." She said quietly, and started to read.

"Vorns ago, on a planet called 'Earth', millions of intelligent organic creatures who called themselves humans, lived without knowing about us or our war. Then, when a small team of heroic Autobots arrived, the final chapter in the war for Cybertron began. There were eight of them stationed there to protect the planet from the Decepticons. These Autobots were thought of as the last survivors of all fighting Autobots. Each chapter talks about each one, including the five main human allies."

P306 thought it was interesting, especially that the planet had never been mentioned properly. They had been told that the final chapter had been on CYBERTRON, not this 'Earth'. She decided to read about the one Autobot she had never heard of, Optimus Prime. She touched it, and a whole file opened up. It said,

'Optimus Prime was the leader of the last surviving Autobots. He was the leader of all the Autobots. He is described to have a red chassi and arms. His legs and pedes were dark blue, his torso and thighs white, and his servos were small, flat, and black. His helm looked like it had a blue helmet on with three rods sticking strait up, one on the left and right side and a taller one in front. He is also said to have carried the legendary Matrix of Leadership, thus being.'

"No way! NO WAY! I do look like somebot important. I look like the greatest leader of the Autobots, not to mention a Prime. This has to be a joke." She freaked out quietly. "This isn't possible."

But it wasn't a joke. As she read more and more about him, she learned that she had the same characteristics, thought process, and the devotion for every Cybertronian to be treated as an equal. And had good decoding and hacking skills. She was puzzled. Why would she have the exact same look, characteristics, devotion, and skills. She felt a tap on her shoulder. She quickly turned off the tablet and turned around.

"Is everything okay here young one?" A librarian/archivist asked.

"Oh. Ah, yes everything is fine." P306 replied while averting her optics.

"Okay then young one. Take care." The librarian said as she walked off. P306 let out a sigh of relief, then turned back to the tablet. A few nano clicks later, the building started to shake violently. Tablets were falling off shelves and everybot was running for cover. Still cluching the tablet, she ran outside to see what was happening. What she saw next scarred her for life. The entire city was under attack. By the Decepticon leader, Starscream!