Origins: Bumblebee

Chapter 1: Yoketron

In one of the many dirty, cluttered alleyways of Cybertron there lived a youngling. Having raised himself he had chosen the name Bumblebee, due to his yellow frame with black stripes. Currently he was crouched behind a dumpster, watching and waiting. He wasn't waiting for any bot in particular; just one that looked like he had some credits on him. His optics lit up eagerly when he spotted a white bot with gold and black armor enter the alleyway. His joints tensed as he crouched low to the ground, preparing to pound. He waited until the other bot was directly in front of him and then he attacked.

Bumblebee leapt out from behind the dumpster and landed on the intruder's back. Knowing that first the intruder would try to shake him off and when that didn't work, slam him against the wall, Bumblebee grabbed hold of the other bot's neck joint and held on tightly. To his great surprise, however, the intruder grabbed Bumblebee by the legs and, after pulling the minibot off, slammed him into the ground. While Bumblebee had to admit that yes it did hurt he wasn't quite ready to give up yet. Springing to his pedes bumblebee turned his servos into two energon swords. He gestured with one of the swords and said, "Bring it on."

The other bot smiled and said, "You would be wise to surrender now, thief. There are not many bots in the world who can take on Yoketron and I can guarantee that you're not one of them."

Thinking that that name Yoketron sounded familiar Bumblebee quickly ran it through his systems, his optics widening ever so slightly when he received the results. "It seems that you are quite the opponent, Yoketron," Bumblebee remarked. "You have completely mastered the art of ninjitsu and currently own a dojo where you take in war orphans and train them."

"You know a lot about me." If Yoketron was surprised by Bumblebee's knowledge he didn't show it. "But I know nothing about you."

"I'm a half-Decepticon and I want your credits. That's all you need to know." His red optic flashed as he took a defensive stance; swords at the ready in front of him.

"You're also half-Autobot and a youngling," Yoketron observed.

"So what? Afraid to fight me because I'm a whole lot younger than you? Well I don't care. Bring it on!" Bumblebee challenged.

"I have no desire to fight you. I merely wish to get you to stop attacking bots and stealing their credits. If you stop then I will let you go. However, if you do not then I will be forced to take you in."

"I'd like to see you try," the yellow minibot sneered.

"Why do you steal? I am genuinely curious."

"I don't have a choice," Bumblebee said at last, after deciding that it probably wouldn't hurt to answer.

"But you do," Yoketron argued. "You're still young enough that you can go to one of the orphanages and they'll take care of you."

"No they won't. I'm half-Decepticon; they don't take care of my kind."

Yoketron looked at the youngling; seemingly seeing him for the first time. He looked at the battered yellow frame adorned by faded black stripes that were barely visible under the thick layers of dirt. Some of his joints seemed to be rusted if the squeaks Yoketron hear were anything to go by. Dried energon caked his entire left side from his shoulder join to his waist. His red optic was almost completely black, indicating that he had limited sight in that optic as well as his blue optic which did not look much better. A long, deep cut ran across his gray faceplate, giving him a menacing look. Despite all of the obvious signs of a hard life Yoketron still looked, trying to gain a peek at the youngling he knew was in there. He saw the fear hiding behind a thick shield of bravado and hatred. Dried splotches of yellow paint where it looked as if he had tried to spruce himself up covered his entire frame.

"Come with me," Yoketron said abruptly.

"I beg your pardon?" Bumblebee blinked, startled.

"Come with me," Yoketron repeated. "I'm going to assume that you are a war orphan?"

Bumblebee shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "Probably."

"Well since, according to you anyway, I take in war orphans I might as well take you in too."

Bumblebee eyed him warily and asked, "What's the catch?"

"There is no catch," Yoketron replied. "If you want to come with me then you may." With that Yoketron turned around and began the long walk back to the dojo. A few seconds later he heard the sound of hesitant footsteps behind him and he smiled.

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A/N/N: Another chapter of Masterforce: Animated will be up tomorrow and I'm so sorry that this chapter is so short but I'm afraid that it was rather rushed.