Hey everyone, wow i've already gotten wonderful reviews for this story:D I'm so excited that people are interested and i hope i can keep satisfying you all. Here's the second chapter. I'm sorry if there are any errors, they are completely unintentional and probably the result of my horrible proof-reading, though i've read it at least 4-5 times. I used a lot of math and proportions to figure out my stellar-cycle times. I wanted the information to be as accurate as possible. My thoughts were that a military school would last around 4 years, and well after extensive research that i will not bother to bore you with, i calculated that the proportional amount of 4 years to a cybertronian lifespan is around 900,000 stellar cycles. So bascially 675,000 stellar-cycles is like saying 3 years. and later in the chapter 225000 stellar-cycles is like saying one year. I know i'm a huge nerd, but you guys deserve as much accurate info as i can provide:P well it's somewhat accurate lolXD Reviews and comments would be awesome!

Optimus and Bumblebee belong to Hasbro, but i own Opal:P

Enjoy!

Flashback 675000 Stellar Cycles

The Academy recruiting office was completely silent; a dead quiet that gradually made Opal extremely uncomfortable. The only noises to temporarily break the stillness were an occasional cough or the snickers of mechs who looked in her direction, but turned away when she noticed them.

She nervously shifted her weight in her hard metal seat, causing the legs of the chair to creak and squeak under her. To avoid the stares that Opal knew she must have been getting, she tried to focus on the decorations of the room. Unfortunately the décor was close to none. The walls where a dull shade of grey, and the paint chipped and buckled everywhere. Hanging on the ceiling, the dimmed light fixtures gave the whole room a yellowish hue. The light fixture above her became increasingly distracting, which began to flicker on and off as its power slowly died out.

Opal's exploration of her surroundings was suddenly interrupted by a light tapping on her shoulder.

"Hey princess I think you got the wrong recruiting office, the nursing institution is down two buildings." Two other mechs shared a loud laugh as the black and orange mech next to her playfully laid his servos along the top of her chair. "This place is for military hun, not little femmes."

After graduating from primary school, each mech and femme then enrolled into a secondary school. Depending on the interests and abilities of the individual, each student could choose a particular field of expertise to master in. The society did however try to steer the young bots into careers that it believed would best benefit Cybertron. The many institutes included medical science, nursing, linguistics, biomechanics, but the most popular by far was military.

And no other military school was more revered than the Academy; a training institution which prepared strong warriors for service in the Autobot forces. With the Great War already well underway, every tough, young mech jumped at the chance to join the fight, and to become a part of Optimus Prime's army.

"Just y'all wait; I'll be the next Optimus Prime of this place. Might even break a few of his records." Opal rolled her eyes at the mech's arrogant boasting and lowered her eyes to stare down at her lap. The other prospective cadets just smiled and gave him dubious looks.

"I don't think Commander Prime will appreciate your narcissism." Opal remarked, still looking down. From what she knew of the famous Autobot leader, she did not think he would tolerate a show off.

"Is that so? And you think he'd choose you over a mech?" He chuckled through his words, and bowed his head to reach eye level with her. "Come on doll, you'll just get killed out there. You belong on a mech's berth, not on a battlefield."

His last words burned in her audio receptors; her face flushed bright red, and she struggled to keep control of her tears. Visions of her abusive childhood flashed through her mind, but the memory of the night in the alley, where her virginity was painfully stolen from her, finally caused a tear to trickle down her faceplates. All mechs were the same. Pigs. Insensitive. Egotistical. Brutes.

"Aww look, did I make the femme upset?" His teasing tone only made Opal feel worse. She quickly wiped away the rolling liquid, and began to stand up to leave. But as she rose to her feet, the mech noticed her file that she had placed under her after filling it out. Opal saw him motion towards it and tried to snag it before he could reach it, but she was too late.

"Hey give it back!" Ignoring her, he stood up, and teasingly took out the first data pad.

"Let's see, what do we have here?" He strolled around the room. Opal was too afraid to advance on him. She was naturally reserved around mechs; their unpredictability and huge size intimidated her greatly.

"Please I just want to leave." Opal pleaded, noticing the growing shakiness of her voice.

"Oh wait what's this? A scout? You want to train to be a scout? Do you know how difficult it is to even be chosen into that program?" He tossed the file in the air which scattered the loose data pads all over the floor.

"Good luck with that." He gave her a condescending smile and went back to his seat.

Opal knelt to the ground and tried to pick up the file pads as quickly as possible, so she could sprint out of there and never come back. Why did she even consider doing this? She refused to look up, too embarrassed to even attempt eye contact with anyone.

The sound of her name being called caused her to immediately freeze in place. Her already large optics widened further, and she listened as he repeated his call.

"BLUE, OPAL, BLUE, OPAL!" The deep, booming voice alone made her nervous. But as much as she wanted to just escape from her troubles and flee from the room, something made her feel obligated to stay. What would she prove to those mechs if she ran? That she was just a weak femme? They wanted her to run. So why not piss them off? She wanted to learn how to fight; how to protect herself. She wanted to matter in something larger than herself.

She wanted to stop being afraid.

Determination led her past the seated mechs who were in utter disbelief. Before she could have second thoughts, she was placing her file on the hard metal table of the Academy recruiter.

Back to present time

Cybertron was beautiful at night, regardless of the damage the Civil War was inflicting upon it. After her nightmare, as much as she tried, Opal could not return to recharge. So instead she occupied her mind with the starry scenery outside the small window by her bedside. With the planet so at peace, with a sky so gorgeous and still, Opal wondered how such a War was even capable of happening. The faith that not everything on Cybertron was corrupted remained through every star, through each shining moon, and through the peaceful darkness which blanketed the planet. It was a time when the fighting stopped, and bots and cons returned to being transformers again, who needed to recharge.

Even when the war ends, the night will still come, and this beauty of Cybertron can never be taken away. Her processor was filled with thoughts, but as the orange rim of light peaked over the horizon, Opal found herself increasingly tired. She happily closed her Optics to enjoy at least a few breems of rest before training.

Unfortunately, the bliss was suddenly cut short by the familiar sound of the Drill Instructor's audio piercing morning call.

"ALRIGHT YOU SAD BUNCH OF FEMMES! GET YOUR AFTS UP AND REPORT FOR DUTY IN LESS THEN A BREEM! COME ON GET MOVIN'!" Opal ignored the insult to her gender, and slowly moaned and stretched in her bed. She mentally cursed her stupidity for staying up all night. With such a lack of recharge, today was going to be awful.

"Morning sleepy head we gotta get goin'!" Bumblebee popped up at the side of her bed and tried to take the covers off of her. "Sergeant won't be happy if we're late."

"Mnnnnmmm," was the only noise that came from under her blankets. Opal was never a morning person; even after all her stellar-cycles in the Academy.

Bumblebee could only smile at his stubborn friend, and attempted to remove her covers again. He finally managed to free her of her soft cocoon, and fought so hard to not burst into laughter. Opal was curled into a tight ball with her legs tucked up close to her chassis. She looked like an overgrown sparkling who was just awakened from her nap.

"No go on without me Bee," Opal muttered as she buried her head in her pillow.

"I will leave no bot behind." Bumblebee then picked her up as quickly as he could so she couldn't try to fight against him and lay back down, and started to carry her bridal style out of the barracks.

"No Bee stop! Put me down!" Opal twisted and squirmed in his arms. She felt so embarrassed by all the amused looks and snickers from the other cadets as Bee brought her through the room to the hall outside. Her could feel her faceplates flush bright red.

"Sorry Op, had to do it. Are you awake now?"

"Yes you stupid mech now Put. Me. Down!" She poked his chest angrily.

"Ouch alright easy with the finger, my chest is sensitive." Bee let her go gently, and rubbed his chest plates with an innocent smile.

"Oh you poor baby," The sarcasm in her voice was obvious. "You know I don't like to be picked up."

"Ok well it was either me or the sergeant, and I mean really would you have wanted him over me?"

Opal opened her mouth to protest but then decided he was probably right, and closed it, accepting defeat.

They finished walking out to the hall where the Sergeant always met with their class for a beginning of the orn debriefing. Once everyone filed in attention, the Sergeant then proceeded down the line, giving every cadet his famous optic to optic glare.

"I hope you all are prepared, because just because you graduate in a mere 225000 stellar cycles, that don't mean slag!" He screamed into their faces, and much to Opal's dismay, he decided to remain in front of her. His dark orange Optics stared intensely at her, making her slightly uncomfortable. "Some of you have proven yourself as competent young warriors, but is competent enough for Optimus Prime's army?"

Opal took his question to be rhetorical, but the way he was looking at her made her wonder if he was waiting for her to answer him. However, she kept her focused demeanor and remained silent.

"Well I'll tell you what, it ain't even close!" He then continued down the line. Opal quickly released a sigh of relief.

There was a long pause before the sergeant continued.

"Now this has not happened with previous classes, but the Academy administration has invited Optimus Prime and some of the Council members to observe your final training examination." The hall was immediately filled with the excited and shocked murmurs of the cadets. Optimus Prime? Coming to see his potentially future soldiers execute their last challenge to determine their graduation? Opal unlike the rest of the mechs, was terrified of the idea. She knew that with such a god-like reputation, Optimus Prime must be a true noble leader, but she was worried of what he might think of her. Was he secretly sexist like most of the mechs she's lived with in her academy life? Was he as kind and compassionate as everyone says? The last thing she wanted was to make a mistake and embarrass herself in front of him.

"Now I know this must be very exciting for you all, but it is not yet confirmed if he will be able to come. It is a severe understatement to say he has a busy schedule." Some mechs sighed in agreement. "But know that if he shows, it is a true honor for him to personally observe you."

'More like an anxiety attack.' Opal thought.

"From the feedback he has given to the administration on the reports and descriptions of your class, he has seemed very interested in you all, though he hasn't mentioned why." More soft chattering ensued amongst the line. Everyone wondered what made him notice their class more than the others.

"So with this in mind, work hard, train harder, and get focused now. Your future as a warrior rests in your ability to impress Optimus Prime.

The cadets saluted the Sergeant in unison, and when they were dismissed, they left to prepare for an orn full of strenuous exercises.

Bumblebee excitedly nudged Opal on the shoulder. "Hey! Optimus Prime might be coming here? How awesome is that?"

Opal felt bad for not sharing his same enthusiasm. "Yeah Bee it is awesome!" She tried as best she could to fake an enthusiastic tone.

Bee smiled back at her and opened the doors to go outside. Opal stopped in front of the doorway; she kept wondering why Commander Prime was so intrigued by her class.

Yes Opal who is Optimus interested in? Next chapter coming soon!XD