Hello and welcome to my first fanfiction on here. I don't know what I am doing, but doing it anyways. As far as this story is concerned, it is loosely based on a few other stories I have read here where holoforms are common enough and romance with humans are rare, but not unheard of. It's been decades since I last saw a proper transformers cartoon so I will just say that this is an alternate universe with characters that are either my own or loosely borrowed from the show. Heres to the prologue!

Slight trigger waring in this one.

Prologue

"I cannot allow you to return to active duty, private Marshall. It's only been 3 months since your return from MECH custody, surely you still need time to process the trauma that you-"

"Rape, sir." The private interrupted the general from the other side of a desk. " I was raped while in MECH custody." Her voice held no emotion as well with the rest of her body. "I have processed what has happened and I feel ready to get back to the front lines, sir."

"E-even so," The general gripped his hands tightly together. " you have also lost your right foot wh-"

"Replaceable, sir" Pvt. Marshall interrupted again causing the general's eye to twitch.

The general coughed a bit to regain his composure. "You went through a traumatic experience, lost your right foot, and your left arm is barely usable t-"

"That is my non-dominant arm, si-"

"Stop interrupting me!" The general yells as he stands up. "Let me finish before you talk!" His face is red with anger. "You lost your right foot, lost the use of your left arm, and you lost your left eye completely! How in the world have you been able to recover from everything in just a short 3 months? The nurses tell me they had to sedate and strap you to your bed so your wounds would heal properly!"

The private hadn't moved, flinched, or even breathed differently the entire time. "Sir, I was trained to keep going until the mission was over no matter the difficulty." Her calm demeanor caused the general to get even more upset.

"Difficult doesn't even begin to describe what you are wanting to do! How in the world are you even expecting to march, let alone run, with the rest of your unit?"

"The prosthetics we have access to have greatly advanced since we have worked with some of the Autobots." Her voice started to sound proud and more confident. " I am sure if we use some of our cybertronian technology we could minimize, if not eliminate, any concerns that yo-"

The general slams his hands down on his desk interrupting her. "Our technology?!" He began to yell again. "It's not ours! Its from giant fucking space robots that brought a fucking war to us!"

Still standing at attention Pvt. Marshall speaks again. "I have worked with them before and I believe that they have our best interest in mind." The general just laughs.

"Best interest in mind? They don't even have a mind and that's why they keep blowing up our cities! You aren't thinking with a clear and rational mind so I am denying your request to active duty!"

This gets under the private's skin. "Sir! The physiologist gave me a clean bill of mental health!"

"Fuck the shrink! I am your commanding officer and my word is final!" The general was now pacing back and forth behind his desk. "I am not going to have a crippled girl out there being a liability to my men!"

The private was now staring at the general with anger. "Sir! I don't think you are being rational right now eithe-"

"You are not rational and you are on medical leave till further notice, effective immediately!"

"But Sir!"

"No buts! Get out of my office now you fucking bitch!"

6 months ago was the end of my military career. Everyone knew that General Johnson didn't like women in "his" military and I think he disliked me even more. That could be that I was part of a specialist unit as a sniper which challenged his sexist thoughts of women being useless. It might have been that I always did my duty beyond what many men could do. Most likely it was when I broke his nose when punched him after he called me a bitch. He of course tried to get me court martialed, but when he started to yell out sexist slurs while on the stand the charges were quickly dismissed. I still wasn't allow back to active duty and now with the court martial fiasco I was deemed more of a liability and the decision was made to discharge me from service due to medical reasons with bonus pay for "excellence while in service" which was just hush money so I would not talk about the "lack of professional conduct" of a certain person. I didn't want anything more to do with him and finding a place to stay for a single person comes at a premium these days.

It didn't take me long to find a small apartment in the city nearby and I thought I could find work from flipping burgers or acting as a consultant for military operations. I would then find the love of my life while getting coffee when I accidentally take his cup and get married just 3 months in, have 2.5 kids, and live in perfect harmony… As you could have guessed nothing like that happened. Nobody wanted someone who looked as broken as me. Even with prosthetics I was nowhere near as a fresh kid from high school, my knowledge was often too military or situationally focused for office work, and rumors were spread about me "stirring the pot" so no one was willing to take that chance. I wound up slipping into a depressed state as even the few service friends I had didn't treat me the same. "Take it easy. You earned a break. You don't have to work yourself to death." Everything they said to me felt condescending and soon they stopped talking to me. I wanted to give up, but I kept pushing myself. It was my training that kept me going as I could never just let myself quit for such a small reason. I pushed myself harder to show everyone that they were wrong, but it instead got me noticed by someone I never knew.