This is another one shot for my friend and is something I made over a year ago (when I originally posted it). It's revolved around a AU idea on what happened to her OC before her arrival on earth.
Psyche watches from a distance as a building came tumbling down. Cybertronains scream in panic and scatter like scared scraplets to avoid getting crushed. Bright orange flames lick at every surface, making it impossible for some of the citizens to escape. Those screams fill the air worse than those that manage to escape the onslaught of falling buildings. It's a horrible sight to see but the young femme just can't force herself to look away.
It was almost like watching a horror movie, but one that can't be turned off. Yet horror movies are mean to be fun and enjoyable. They are meant to be fake and safe, and sometimes watched between ones digits. They are meant to only give the sparklings that dare watch them a couple nightmares before they stopped. Sadly this was nothing like a horror movie. No, it was worse than a horror movie; it was war.
War between the Decepitcons and the Autobots, which had broken out not that long ago. The Decepitcons were ruthless and attacked anyone in their way; be it a Autobot or a citizen. They fought for change and believed it could be taken by force. The Autobots, on the other servo, also fought for change but believed they could get it through peaceful means. While they had little choice but to fight against the Decepitcons they also try to save as many injured as possible.
Psyche herself was lucky; both her and her family. The war had not yet broken out on their section of the planet; but it was getting closer. It wouldn't be long until the war reaches them and Psyche prayed to Primus that the Autobots would get their first.
"Carrier, sire, are you sure about this?" Psyche asks as as she finally looks away and turns to her creators. Sonica, Psyche's carrier, smiles sadly and strokes her daughter's cheek.
"It's the only way, Psyche. With the abilities we have the Decepitcons will surely force us to join them." She explains gravely and a few tears fall from her optics. Night Strike, Psyche's sire, nods in agreement and walks closer with a grim look on his faceplate.
"And if we refuse I'm afraid we won't be killed but enslaved; experimented on." He says as his expression turns murderous, his servo balling into a tight fist. "Especially me for abandoning those barbarians."
Psyche frowns at her sire as her optics drift over to where his Decepticon insignias used to be. She had once been told that Night Strike had been a proud Decepitcon that delighted to mess with bots with his special mind control power. According to him it wasn't until he met Sonica that he started to think about a life outside the Decepticons and abandoned the fraction when it became apparent how brutal they really were.
Sonica herself was and still is a Autobot and her insignia rested proudly on her one shoulder. She had been trained as a medic not long before she met Night Strike, back when things were still calm. She had also planed to become a field medic when the war broke out but things became far more complicated when she became a carrier. Being a medic, as well as her powers to manipulate sounds waves, is what will likely save her from slathered by the Decepticons.
"But then why aren't you coming with me? Why do I have to be sent away?" Psyche demands as a few tears leave her own optics. The two older bots look to each other before pulling their daughter into a tight hug.
"We're sorry, Psyche, but we must stay here. Your sire and I have training that can be used to help us survive longer but you..." Sonica can't force herself to finish and instead sniffles as more tears fall from her optics. In the distance the explosions and the screams from the frightened citizens seem to get louder; closer.
"Please don't worry about us, Psyche; we'll be just fine. Just do this for us, please." Night Strike begs and stresses with worry. The sounds just don't seem they were getting louder; the source causing them did as well.
Psyche shakes in her armor as she snuggles against her creators before glancing over to the ship. Or rather the escape pod that stood a few kliks to the side. A long distance pod that can only hold one at that; and she's that one. Night Strike had gotten lucky and managed to snag it with the help of another former Decepticon who is currently acting as a spy in the fraction. Psyche doesn't feel so lucky, though, and, despite all the danger, doesn't want to leave her creators behind.
"Psyche, please, we don't have time for this. I promise, we will meet again. I promise." Sonica repeats softly and pulls away from the embrace just enough to stare her daughter in the optics. Psyche's form shook not from the explosions that seemed to be getting closer, but the fear of leaving her creators behind as she stared at them in the optics.
"O-Okay, but only if you promise." She agrees quietly and allows herself to pull away from her loving sire and carrier. The two watch sparkbroken as their beloved daughter slowly approaches the escape pod and glance at each other. They only do this for a few seconds before they walk over next to their daughter to help her into the contraption.
"Since this is a long distance pod you'll be knocked into stasis until you land. To keep the Decepticons from following you I preset the coordinates to a planet a few lightyears away. All I know is it has life on it and is being used as engeron storage. Travel safe, my dear." Night Strike says as he helps Psyche into the pod and kisses her cheek. When pulls away the young bot can see he is crying and that alone makes new tears roll down her own face.
"We love you, Psyche, please remember that." Sonica says through her own tears and pushes herself up against her sparkmate in attempt to get some comfort over the situation. He instantly returns the gesture and wraps his arms around his loved one as the pod began to close around their beloved daughter.
"Goodbye, creators. I'll see you again soon." She says with a sad smile as the lid finishes closing on her.
She can then feel the pod begin to rumble as it starts to take off but cant register it as, much like Night Strike had warned her, she was knocked into a deep stasis. Sadly she wouldn't come out of it until she cashes on a little blue planet named Earth and with no memories of what happened back on Cybertron.