Chapter #1
From her past on cybertron, to her life as an autobot on earth. A sad yet sweet and adventurous story about my OC's life, through past, secrets, hardships, and possibly love you will get to see why Jinx is the way she is, and the challenges she has faced and has yet to face.
You'll get to see her true feelings she keeps close to her spark.
Some changes to the story line of the Bayverse Transformers, and no fourth movie, unless it has a major role to play for the fifth movie, because personally the fourth movie sucked AFT. (No offence to Hasbro or Michael Bay. It is just my opinion. Sorry if I offended anyone.)
Some characters may be added that weren't in the movies.
A/N
This is my first fanfiction ever so please be nice about it, i'm really not much of a writer but i thought i would give it a shot. Any questions after a chapter i will try to explain if the explanation is not there to a question you have feel free to contact me and i'll answer your question to the best of my abilities.
'thinking to themselves'
"speaking cybertronian"
~"speaking cyber-cat"~
-'Comm link'-
"Speaking english"
(Jinx's side comments)
On cybertron before the war everything was peaceful and every-bot got along pretty well. Except for in Kaon, especially in the pits, known as the Pits of Kaon.
The pits were basically large stadiums where gladiators would fight against each other or cyber-beasts to the death.
The pits were dark, with walls reaching at least one hundred feet. Energon puddles splattered across the ground and walls from previous battles,some dried up from older battles, and some still fresh from more recent battles.
The stadium started to bustle with activity, as bots of all sizes started to fill in, arriving for the next battle. After every-bot was settled the announcer cleared his vocalizer.
"Femmes and gentle mechs! Welcome to the Pits OF Kaon! This solar-cycle we have fifth time reigning champ Sledge!" The stadium erupted into roaring cheers as a tall bulky mech with sharp edges entered the pit like arena.
He was roughly twenty eight feet tall, black, smoke grey, and a rusty red-orange color made up his plating. He had a blood red visor covering equally red optics, his sharp pointed denia showing with his twisted scrap eating grin, his long clawed digits flexed, itching to grab the black and rust colored axe that rested on his back plates, ready to offline his opponent in cold energon as he watches his victims optics flash in pain and death.
Behind his visor his own optics flashed with lust, to offline and rip his opponent to shreds, so much that not even a scraplet would want to eat the remains.
"Listen to the crowd cheer! The fight hasn't even begun and every-bots already on the edge of their seats! And introducing Sledges opponent…...oh...one moment folks….(is this right?)...oh my primus this is hilarious, folks this is going to be a fast match, And Sledges opponent, a freshly captured cyber-cat youngling!"
As the enouncer enounced this two mechs forcefully shoved a cyber-cat youngling into the arena. The cyber-cat youngling had a small slim frame, (well compared to him anyways) about 9.9 feet tall. It's plating was black with purple decals, purple optics alight with fear, plating nearly clattering together as the cyber-cat youngling curled into a shaking ball of fear in the far corner of the arena.
The stadium grew eerily silent as all optics landed on the small cowering form of the cyber-cat youngling. Suddenly the entire stadium abruptly burst into laughter.
Sledge could barely hold back his own laughter. "Th...that's my op….opponent? REALLY?!" He could barely get out through his vocal processor due to the fact he was laughing his aft off, nearly rolling on the ground trying to regain his venting. "This'll be too easy" Sledge stated after regaining his venting. Now with a look in his optics that without his visor, would have offlined the cyber-cat youngling right there.
~Cyber-cat youngling P.O.V~
I was in a cell, that much I could tell. I couldn't remember much of what had happened before I onlined here, it was all fuzzy, my helm hurt so I'm assume that's what caused my fuzzy processor.
The cell I'm in is really dark, if it wasn't for my optics being able to see in the dark, I probably wouldn't have been able to see my own ped in front of my face plates. The cell also has rusted spots here and there, but none of the spots rusted enough for me to be able to break through, unfortunately.
There are also puddles of dried energon in various places, and it's making me pretty nervous.
Ah mean if ya onlined in a place like this, didn't have any memory or a fuzzy memory of how ya got here, plus the smell of death, ah'm pretty sure ya'd be nervous too.
All of a sudden I heard what sounded like cheering. Then it hit me like a clawed strike from a cyber-wolf. I remembered what had happened, and I wish I didn't. 'Cyber-beast Population Controllers' , at least that's what those slaggin' pit spawned fraggers called themselves. They had been arguing about something like whether or not I'd make a good beast for the pits.
The Pits…
THE PITS!
That's where I'm at! Primus I'm so scraped!
As I was mentally freaking out, ped steps coming down the hallway brought me back to reality. I had to find some way out of here fast. But I didn't have time to think much as the ped steps stopped right outside my cell door.
The door slid open with a hiss of metal on metal and rusted gears protesting on turning. In the doorway stood three medium to large mech silhouettes.
~Le Time Skip brought to you by cyber-kitten pet shop~
When the three mechs had come to retrieve me, I was still scared to pit! Primus! They had handled me so roughly that I started to fight back because I was scared for my spark! I actually ended up offlining one of the mechs before the other two could full restrain me. (Not that the other two didn't get some good dents and scrapes)
But the moment the mechs shoved me into the arena and i saw all optics on me from the crowd (I've never been one for the spotlight and I'm not a big bots kind of bot), not to mention the giant mech that I am assuming is my opponent I lost all sense of fight, frozen on the spot, curling into a ball, praying to Primus I would come out of this with my spark.
After a few clicks, I decided to look up, knowing that if I kept my optics off the other mech in the arena too long, it might cost me my spark. Now taking in the full sight of my opponent, you could bet Primus (or I guess unicron, since primus loves all his sparklings. But at the moment it didn't feel that way to me) would be laughing at me, because who's ever idea it was to put me up against him, needs to go see a medic because that bots prosser has something wrong with it.
As the stadium seemed to come out of the shock it was in after seeing me, the enouncer enounced for the battle to begin. With a loud ringing bell the match began, with me sprinting away from the charging giant like the hell hounds of unicrons pit were on my tail.
(Yes i have seen mechs much larger than him before, but none of those mechs were ever charging at me with a fraggin' flamin' axe!)
As I was running I took note that I was much faster and more agile than him, due to the bulk of his armor, and his legs that were far too short for the mechs frame. He was very slow and not as fast at stopping or turning.
'Obviously this mech used his size and strength to defeat his opponents. But because I'm much smaller and faster than him all I have to do is find a weak point and attack, otherwise I'm scraped'
At that very moment, the large mech nearly got my tail with his axe, sending me off balance for just a nano-click. But with that nano-click it gave the mech an opportunity and he took it. He grabbed me, curling his long clawed digits around my slim form, which didn't last long as he hurled me across the arena.
Flying through the air like a seeker didn't last long as the wall to the arena was in my flight path. Slamming side first into the wall shot paint through my frame as i slid to the ground almost motionless. With how hard he had hurled me, and the paint plus the added ringing in my audio receptors, I could have sworn that I had heard my spinal strut crack. But knowing that a cyber-cats armored plating is stronger than any other cybertronian-beings armor, I knew it didn't, but it sure as pit (Which I'm actually in at the moment) felt like I did.
Shakily getting up to my peds, I threatened a look up at the raging mech across the arena. It was just as I was getting up that the mech was turning around, seeing as I was still functioning, the mech came charging at me like the giant that he is. I was scared no doubt, then i saw it, or more like THEM. The three mechlings that i have considered my only family after they helped save me from starvation one solar-cycle a few mega-cycles ago.
But that's not the point, the point was everything seemed to freeze for me, all my focus on them because the youngest of the mechlings was curled up in the second oldests arms, leaking optic fluid.
They seemed to have come to watch me and make sure I was still functioning. (How they found out I was in this battle I have no clue, but I can bet it was the second oldest mechlings doing, seeing as he can hack anything he wants to on cybertron) But now the youngest was leaking optic fluid while the other two looked on with sorrow filled optics and visor, watching me get beaten up by this mech. I didn't want the to see me offline any-bot, but I couldn't let them watch me offline by his servos.
So with that thought in my prosser, taking one last look at the mechlings, I caught their optics and visor, I sent them a look that said I will be alright, do not worry about me. Turning to my opponent with newfound determination, and a fire burning in my optics. I charged.
Dodging the flying axe and ducking in between his peds, I turned swiftly, immediately finding the weak point in his armor I had spotted earlier, nestled right in between his shoulder plating where his axe had rested.
I pounced, landing on his lower back struts, sinking my long eight inch claws into the warm metal. Roars, growls, and screeches tore through the mechs vocalizer as he was swinging his arms around him trying to dislodge my claws to prevent me from scaling his back plates. "YOU FRAGGING LITTLE GLITCH! GET THE FRAG OFF ME!" He roared
It was a particularly humorous sight, with Sledge being the lage bulky mech he is swinging his arms around like a mad-mech, trying to grab a small cyber-cat youngling that most would have thought would have been offlined by now, from the spot just below his shoulder plates, where I had imbedded myself. The sight was so humorous in fact, that if I weren't the one he was trying to grab, I would have laughed, and I don't find many things funny. Anyway I had to focus, otherwise one slip up could mean my spark. Trying to find a better grip in his back plates with my claws, was proving to be difficult with him twisting and flailing so much.
As an attempt to dislodge and/or crush me, Sledge fell back. I snapped my helm up, my sensors picking up the incoming ground. Releasing my grip, I leaped off his back plates knowing I would have been crushed by his weight.
Landing on all four peds, I spun around and watched as he was getting up from his failed attempt to crush me. I spotted the perfect chance to get at his weak point. Launching myself at his back plates once again as he was about half way up to standing from the ground.
Sledge's weak point consisted of large gaps in his armor, revealing his wires and some energon lines, the gaps in his armor obviously there so that his axe could attach to him without trouble.
Well one design flaw, without his axe attached there for protection, the gaps gave me perfect access to the wires and energon lines back here. With further inspection, I located a rather large energon line, probably one of his main ones too, only problem was it was buried a bit further past some wiring, I'd have to break through the wires to get to it, which in turn is going to very painful for the mech…..
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….OH WELL! It's either my spark or his. So I started to rip and tear up the wires and smaller energon lines blocking me from my goal. The howls of pain Sledge let tear through his vocalizer were far louder than when I had landed on his back struts, almost defining. I had to turn my audio receptors down or risk going deft, and deft cyber-cat is an offlined cyber-cat.
Truly I didn't like to cause my prey pain, nor did I want the mechlings to see me like this, but my prey is usually smaller than me, like glitch-mice or petro-rabbits. (Not that I haven't fought against larger cyber-creatures before, that's how I learned to fight and defend myself) 'uuggg… focus! This is no time to be thinking of this mechs pain! It's your spark or his! Come on! Prove your creators wrong! Prove you're strong and can survive!'
Finally pulling myself out of my thoughts, I continue to rip and tear at the mechs wiring. By now Sledge is unable to move his arms enough to reach me, but is still desperately trying to shake me loose, but I have my tight hold and I just won't budge. I've practically dug myself into him like a cyber-tick, though all his spilled energon on my front peds and my underside make it a bit more slippery, never the less I still stay embedded in his armor, much to his displeasure.
A few clicks later and I've managed to reach the larger main energon line I've been after, without a nano-click to loose, I grab the large energon line in my jaws and clamp down on it, making sure I have a good grip, sinking my dentia into the line. Making sure to drink up as much energon as possible, because I don't know when I'll get some again, might as well not waste the opportunity.
Once I've drank my tanks and back up tanks full, I start clawing at the line to drain what energon the mech might have left. Once I'm satisfied that he has little energon left, his frame collapses to the ground with a ringing clang, nearly lifeless. Knowing he no longer posed a threat to me, I jumped off his frame to trot around to face his helm, so he could see that, indeed it was a cyber-cat youngling that had done this to him.
I could just make out my reflection on his rapidly dimming visor, most of my face plates below my optics were covered in drying blue energon, as well as my peds, and underside, but I didn't care. I survived, and I'll continue to survive to see both of cybertrons brilliant stars rise and fall each and every solar-cycle. Which reminded me of why I was so pit bent on surviving.
I looked over to where I last saw the mechlings. They were still seated in the same spots as before, only difference was the youngest mechling had stopped leaking optic fluid, and had one of the largest smiles plastered on his face plates I have ever seen, almost reaching each of his audio sensors, jumping up and down cheering like a sparkling that was aloud to have extra energon sweet treats. The other two mechlings, who never seem to show emotion, had the faintest of smiles on their face plates, both in pride and relief.
I decided to greet them. So starting off in a slow trot, then breaking into a full on gallop. I leaped through the air landing just my front peds on the barrier separating them from myself. ~"Hello mechlings, I'm sorry to have worried you there, but glad you came to see me. I'm so terribly sorry you had to see me do what I did, if you don't want to see me ever again I underst…"~
Before I could finish my sentence, youngest mechling started giggling his helm off, while the other two chuckled softly into their servos. After a few clicks of giggling the youngest mechling spoke up.
"You're funny. Why would we ever not want to see you again? Because you offlined a gladiator mech that was trying to offline you also? NEVER! We love you, you're, like a big sister to me, plus the fight was interesting, the only part I didn't like was when the mech was hurting you."
I was stunned,for lack of a better word, they didn't think of me as a monster even after I offlined that mech. I felt my spark swell and heat with joy. I'm sure I was grinning like a sparkling in and energon sweet shop, but I couldn't care less.
My grin sure must have been stupid looking because the oldest mechling started to chuckle at my grin before he spoke up.
"Barri' is correct, we could never hate you. You were only protecting yourself, besides, this is the pits after all, it's what happens here. Besides I'm sure we would all be more upset if he had offlined you instead of the other way around. Because like Barri' had stated, you've become like a sister to us."
~"Thank you 'Kout."~
I could have sworn that I felt optic fluid build up in my optics at their thoughtful words, even though Sounders' didn't say anything (Because he almost never does) he didn't have to, the look I could tell he was giving me through his visor was all I needed.
~"I love you mechlings so much"~
Then I just let the optic fluid that had built up in my optics fall, letting them wash over my face plates in thick rivers, mixing with the dried energon on my face plates, as all three mechlings stood from their seats and engulfed me in a large group hug.
"We love you too" The three of them said in unison, even sounders'.
Then Barri' brought out his photo data pad. "Alright let's get a family photo" Barri' said, and the rest of us agreed. Barri' passed the data pad to 'Kout.
"Three, two, one, smile."
After the photo was taken, we all looked at the photo on the data pad. I was on the bottom with a large grin and my purple optics shining bright despite the energon on my face plates, and the optic fluid stains that had mixed with it. Barri' was hovering over my helm, propped up with his servos resting just between my audio receptors, he had a grin on his face plates also, similar to my own, plastered there, nearly reaching his bright red optics. Sounders' was to my left with a slight smile on his own face plates, not noticeable unless you knew him as well as we do. Last but not least, 'Kout was on my right with a small smile, not as small as Sounders', but not as large as Barri's either. Because Barri' had given 'Kout the data pad so he could take the photo, 'Kout's arm was in the far left of the photo.
As we were admiring the photo I felt something loop itself around my neck, I didn't have enough time to react, before I was thrust backwards away from my hanging position on the barrier by the thing around my neck.
The last thing I heard was the mechlings calling my designation in worry. "JINX!" before I blacked out, though I could still hear my designation being called, but it sounded like a
different voice.
-'nx….'-
-'...Jin…..'-
-'JINX!'-
Coming out of recharge, all my sensors came online and alert. That is until I realized it was just Jazz comming me. With a groan I replied wishing I hadn't been woken up, but glad at the same time.
-'Uuggg…..yeah Jazz? What's up?'- I was not impressed with my wake up call, especially because my symbiotes were questioning me as to why I onlined, what the alarm and irritation was for.
Jazz must have sensed my irritation as well because he seemed to get nervous for a nano-click.
-'Heh….ah'm sorray Jinxy, didn' mean ta startle ya, ya just seemed ta be havin' a bad recharge, ya were rememberin' it again wern' ya?'-
(Uggg…..so yeah, this might be around the five thousandth time I've had a bad recharge, due to a bad memory relap, that Jazz automatically knows what's wrong.)
-'Which one ya mean Jazzman, I have hundreds of bad memory relapse'-
-'Well ah don' know! It not like ah'm inside yer prosser! All ah know is that ya were 'aving a bad recharge.'-
-' ah know Jazz, sorry. And yes ag did have one again, but it's okay now. Anyways, what's been happenin' while ah was in recharge?'-
-'Well Bee just gav' tha' go ahead signal, so we're gonna be headin' down ta tha' coordinates 'eh sent us now.'-
-'Great, ah'm tired of just floatin' around, can't wait ta transform and stretch my joints and feel gravity. So did Bee get the boy and the glasses?'-
-'Ahhh…..weellll….. No 'eh didn', there 'ave been some complications and tha' boy got arrested by tha' planets enforcers.'-
-'Great, so that means he didn't find the location of the allspark yet either.'-
-'Ah….nope 'eh didn'-
-'Just great….ugggg fine…. Send me the coordinates to the location to land and I'll see ya there.'-
-'Righty'o Jinxy.'-
And with that we began to head towards Bumblebee's location on this planet Earth, I wasn't looking forward to this too much, but not being in space, and finally having gravity again will be nice, not to mention on some of Earth's worldwide web have found some really gorgeous pictures of the wildlife and nature, plus Earth's music sounds cool, well most of it at least, plus I'll never actually admit, but it'll be nice to actually see Jazz in the metal.
Earth here we come.