Hey there everyone, LuisJM is back and is ready to post another great story. Now I do want to strongly apologize for my long absence. Between work, outings and the stuff in between, I rarely never had a chance getting back to Fanfiction to work on the any of my stories. That and one particular moment back in March that...sigh...let's just say was the worst moment of my life. Trust me, I will get to it when I get to it. Thankfully, I am back and I have a very special story in mind.

For this Fanfic, I am collaborating with someone on DeviantArt by the name of Goji-Prime. He is what you would call a Transformers fan, mostly in the Animated variety, always posting all things transformers related. Though he does tend to focus on the Star Wars variety as well and did some transformation sequences in his earlier days. Was with him when I was LuisJM over on that site before stepping back due to some...complications. Now back as LJM40 though, I appreciate his work and loved his thoughts on certain things. The one thing though that got my attention is that he made his own Transformers Animated OC in which he is a femme Arcee type, but with the name Goji and has boosters and wings on the OCs back. Now he did a brief one shot origin story for his OC but I feel like it needed more.

And that's where this story comes in. See in this fanfic, we will be looking at the life of Goji from his death as a human, being reborn as a Cybrertronian, the training, the friendship, the team, the missions, even making her way in becoming a Prime. It is a unique tale filled with tragedy, adventure, action, comedy, and a bit of romance. Clearing it will be one of my finest of works. If you are interested in Goji's work though, I suggest you head on over to both his DeviantArt and Youtube channel. The links are below. Be sure to remove any spaces between the URLs so you can see what he offers.

www . deviantart goji-prime
www . youtube gojiprime6775

Now that we got the announcements out of the way, let's proceed with a synopsis.

When Detroit was under attack, a lone teenage boy perished in an explosion while trying to save his family. Now reborn as a Cybertronian, he needs adjust and train to become an Autobot soldier and protect both homes from Cons. Follow his life as he goes from teenage human to a Prime.

Chapter Notes

This story is going to be POV focused as you get to read/see Goji's life in his eyes/optics. There is also another unique thing that I want to address, but I would prefer to wait it out into the time is right in a future chapter. I just need to confirm something with Goji before hand.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Animated or Goji's OC.

Enjoy!

The Origin of Goji-Prime

Chapter 1: Death and Rebirth

I can't believe it! I won't believe it! Normally, alien invasions would happen in movies, TV series, anime, video games. But never have I experienced an alien invasion in real life. Yet here I am, running for my life as the Decepticons attack Detroit.

The existence of the Autobots and Decepticons are common knowledge here in the city. Once a bustling automobile industry became a robotics empire. The Autobots are mostly a focal point of Detroit itself, ever since they appeared after fighting off that monstrous bug at Sumdac Systems. I saw it on the TV myself. Since then, I look up to the Autobots as the protectors of this city. Even dreamed of joining them on missions. The kids at school would laugh at, me thinking I would be part of the team. Still, they are my idols and I wish I would be a part of their lives.

But…I'm getting off topic here. Since the arrival of the Autobots, there were threats from the Decepticons from time to time. Normally it be a few of them attacking the streets, with assaults that are either physical or mental. Trust me, I didn't get these Soundwave toys for Christmas and I knew they were bad news. But this? This is a whole 'nother level of insanity.

In the skies, I could see huge Autobot and Decepticon warships over Detroit. I see flyers overhead raining down missiles. Some of them transform into Cons and terrorize citizens, shooting at them without a second thought while Autobots were protecting what they can. Buildings exploding and catching fire. Police and military in the streets, trying to contain the situation. It was a never ending nightmare.

I know the Autoobots are out there fighting the good fight, trying to protect the people of Detroit. But me? I only care about my family and making sure they are okay. My mom… My dad… My little sister… My older brother… They have to be safe. They have to be!

I ran through dense streets and alleyways, trying not to get noticed by the drones. Hiding and waiting for the Cons to leave. It was a long and difficult way back home from school, but I need to hope that they are surviving this attack. After what was forever, I have finally found my home, still untouched by war with the skies full of Autobot and Decepticon ships and fire and explosions around it. While it looks safe, it will be a matter of time before it will be a victim, as well as my family. Without a second thought, I hurried to the house, trying to ignore the explosions and blaster fire all around me. I hope, I pray, that my family is in the basement trying their best to stay alive. Approaching the door, I got my house key out and was about to open it. Unfortunately for me, I didn't notice a missile from behind heading towards me and my home. And just as I was about to open the door…

*BOOM!*

The last thing I see is fire coming out of the house, a blinding light, and then… Then… Nothing… Absolutely nothing… It's like a flash of light that blinded me. Yet I can't see… I can't move… I can't feel… I can't do anything… Am I… Am I dead?
No! NO! It can't be! I'm not dead! I must be dreaming! C'mon, wake up! Wake up! Please, I don't want to die! I have a full life ahead of me. I didn't graduate high school. Didn't go to college. Find love. Get married. Have kids of my own. I have so much to do! I don't want it all taken away from me. I just want to live!

The light… It's darkening… I can feel my consciousness slipping away from me. My memories… They are getting blurry. It's getting so hard to think. Mom… Dad… Sister… Brother… I'm sorry… I couldn't save you all…

The darkness… It's consuming me… Feeling numb… I can feel…myself…fading…

Fading…
Fading…
Fade…

*static*

Wh… What was that? I swore I saw static in the darkness. Am I…still alive?

*static*

'Emergency Transfer Complete…'

Emergency Transfer… What's that…

'Initiate System Check…'
'Stand by…'

I could see these words appearing in front of me, telling me to stand by for a system check of some kind. What does it all mean?

*short-circuit noise*
*static*

"It would seem that the transfer was successful. Vitals are stabilized and ventilations systems seem to be normal."
I can hear a voice around me. I don't know where it's coming from but it sounds so…familiar. It is low and grunty, like a grandfather type.

"That's good to hear. I thought for certain he wasn't going to make it. But it seems like Primus has given him a second chance to live. I… I just hope that he will be okay with what he's become."

I then heard another voice, one sounding female and pleasant. Again, it does sound familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.

'Power Levels: 75%'
'Energon Levels: 60%'
'Mechanical Systems: Partially Online'
'Weapon Systems: Disabled'
'T-Cog Functionality: Offline'
'Internal Systems: Online'
'Backup Systems: Online'
'Processor: Online'
'Spark Rate: Normal'
'Final System Checks Complete…'

I watched the data in front of me and I was so confused. What is all this? T-Cog? Internal and backup systems? Spark Rate? I don't get all of this. But I noticed the one thing that caught my interest. Energon levels. I know that energon is the fuel of all Cybertronians, be that weapons, medical, and the like. It's strange… What does it all mean?

"Let's cross the bridge later. Right now, we need to focus on the subject's condition. Already, I could see a few flaws that must've transferred over to his new body. According to the scans, most of his body is damaged, preferably on the legs. Poor youngling needed to start walking again before he could run. Weapons systems is disabled, but that is due to him being in his protoform state. Once he recovers from his injuries, then I can reactivate his T-Cog to give him a new body work and installed weapons. Plus his power and energon levels aren't fully filled and charged. Other than that, everything else seems to be green across the board. All that's left is to reboot his memory banks and initiate the boot up on all his systems."

I listened to the gruntled male and was beginning to feel concerned. Saying something about my injuries? My legs are damaged? Was I hurt? This is quite worrying. And what's with this protoform state they were mentioning? Is that bad? I don't know much, but I have a feeling that something is really wrong with me.

'Rebooting Memory Banks…'

'Error!'
'Error!'
'Error!'
'Error!'

'Memory Core Heavily Damaged…'
'Memory Files: 85% Corrupted…'
'Recovery Attempt: Fail…'"Scrap!"

"What is it?"

"Looks like the issues with the protoform body is half of the problem. The memory transfer is the worst of it. Apparently after the blast, the patient's human mind was the most damaged out of all of it and 85% percent of the memories are corrupted at best. Sure, he will remember bits and pieces of it, but the rest will be difficult to manage."

"So you're saying that he…he won't remember anything?"

"Only the most recent by a few years or the earlier in his life. Other than that, the rest in between would be a big blur. I can only imagine what he's going through."

What? Are my memories badly damaged? I won't remember much? It…It can't be! What do I remember? I remember my mom. I remember my dad. My siblings. The recent attack… Recent attack… Shit! I remembered that! The ships in the sky. The attacks on the ground. My home. My family. The explosion. I remember it all. I remember rushing to my home to check on my family. I remember the missile heading towards me. I remember the explosion. I remember… No! Mom! Dad! Brother! Sister! NO!

"Uh-oh."

"What is it this time?"

"The subject's spark rate is at a rapid pace. I think he is going through the human equivalent of PTSD!"

'Warning! Warning! Warning!'
'Recharge Interrupted!'
"Initiate Emergency Power Down!"

"Scrap! Now he's trying to wake up. He's thrashing about on the berth. Red Alert, get to lab 3! We have a test subject that's experiencing a traumatic experience!"

I don't care what he's trying to say. I need to wake up! I need to see! I need to-

'Warning! Warning! Warning!'
'Emergency Power Down Failed!'
'Initiating Wake Up Procedures.'

"Wait, Ratchet! Let me handle this."

"What? Are you out of your processor?! He's off his rocker! He needs to be restrained before he harms himself or some bot else."

"He needs to be calm. I can help with that. Just trust me."

Wait… Ratchet? As in…Autobot Ratchet? Optimus's field medic? Can't be. I can see my vision going static for a few short seconds before I can finally see. When I awakened, I couldn't help but notice that there was something strange about me. For one, I wasn't in a hospital, more like a lab of some kind with some advanced tech. Around my eyes, I could see some strange things like a radar, energon meter, scanner, and pulse. It's like my own vision appears to be upgraded, yet most of it appears to be blurry at a farther distance. Preferably because I woke up. I could see someone approach me and it was hard to tell who. All I know is that it's a she based on the figure, but has something attached to her back, like a jetpack or heavy shoulder plating. But by the time she got close, I could slowly see who she was. An Autobot femme with margaret armor and a pink face.

It's Arcee.

"It's okay… You're on Omega One, The Autobot ship led by Optimus Prime. You're safe… I'm Arcee. What's your designation?"

I know who you are. Heh… I will never forget that smile on the TV. I tried to answer, but…nothing came out. Only clicks, whistles, whirls, just basic noises. Arcee looked at me strangely and turned to someone, presumably Ratchet, and asked for an explanation.

"Ratchet?"

"Hmm… Looks like his voice box is damaged as well. Just another slagging thing to work on. It would take him some time to adjust."

I could see Arcee sighing in annoyance as she turned back to me with a recurring smile.

"Don't worry, we'll have that fixed up before you know it. That and we have to make sure you adjust to your new body."

New body? What is she talking about? Looking down, I got a chance to see my body and I was completely and utterly shocked. I don't see a human body that I grew up in. Instead, it is some sort of…liquid metal body with a compartment in the center that looks like a glowing orb. I looked at my hands and there were stumps with indents representing my fingers. I was in complete and utter panic as the pulse meter above me was increasing again. But then, a pair of metal hands grabbed mine as I looked up to see Arcee assuring me that everything will be alright.

"Yeah… This is a lot to take in. But you will get used to it."

Her cheerful expression soon turned sorrow as she didn't know how to explain this.

"Look… I know you have a lot of questions and it's not going to be easy saying this but…you died."

For a moment, I nearly flatlined when I heard that word.

Died…

I'm dead…?

Arcee could tell that I was confused, so she explained it as much as possible to me.

"It's…complicated. You see, there was an attack in Detroit and we were able to fend the Decepticons off. As we were helping with the recovery effort, I…found you on the street in front of a burning house. Your human body was badly burnt and heavily damaged. The human doctors deemed you under critical condition and brain dead, fearing that you won't survive for the next few days. We…had to make a difficult decision and had to test a theory. See, the spark is pretty much the Cybertronian equivalent of a human soul. So if we were able to reformat your soul into a spark and place it into an empty protoform shell, then maybe there's a chance to save you. Course, we had to transfer your mind into the processor as well to make sure you still have a part of yourself. However, it would seem that most of your memories were badly corrupted during the transfer. I'm afraid you won't remember most of it."

Arcee turned her head away and felt sorry for what happened to me. Even if I don't understand most of it, I know what basically happened. I died, they turned my soul into a spark, and moved it into…this body to save my life. At least I am grateful for that. But now, I'm stuck in this body for the rest of my life. I want to speak to her on what happened to my family. But deep down, I know that they had suffered a fatal and deadly fate. She was like that for a while before looking back to me for assurance.

"Listen, I know it's a lot for you to take in and you might not understand it. But what you need to know is that we didn't have much of a choice. When I saw you all battered and burned, you were so young… So full of life… Only to have it all taken from you at such an early age. We need to save you no matter the cost and as you saw, it did technically work."

I turned my head away as the word technically meant that it was the best at their abilities. And given that I cannot use my legs, can't speak, and my mind is mostly damaged, I feel like I should die and be with my family and trapped in this metal shell. Course, Cee does tend to look at the brighter side of things as she turned my head back and told me that it will be fine.

"Now, now, don't feel glum. Think of it as a new beginning for you. Once you get used to your new body and recovery from your injuries, then I will teach you everything you need to know about our kind, culture, and history. I used to have been a teacher after all. Once you are settled, then we'll provide you with a new body type, weapon mods, vehicle mode, and combat abilities. We'll make you into a fine soldier for the team. Who knows, maybe one day, you will become a Prime. But…I'm getting ahead of myself. I only ask one thing from you. Never forget who you are. Be that Cybertronian, or human, you are you."

I listened to her soothing words and felt accepted by it. Indeed, I lost so much in my life. My family, my home, my life… It's all gone. But as one life ends, a new one begins. Looking down to my protoform body, I could tell that this might take some adjusting to. But in time, maybe I can be part of this team and get revenge for those who attack my home, who blew up my house and killed my family, and find some closure. But I need to remember what Arcee said. I need to be me, no matter what. Those words I will keep close to my heart…er…spark.

Just then, I could hear the door open and heard footsteps behind me followed by another female voice.

"Arcee. Is everything okay? Ratchet said that you need help restraining the patient."

Arcee looked up to what's behind me and told the other femme that everything is alright.

"There's no need, Red Alert. As you can see, the patient has calmed down and is behaving rationally. You don't have to worry about it."

"Ah… Thank Primus! I thought for certain that theory Prime mentioned didn't work. Well… Since the procedure is successful, then perhaps we should proceed with the emergency surgery. After all, she's in a far worse state than he was."

I stared in confusion as I didn't know what they were talking about. But I can tell from Arcee's expression that she knew what she was talking about.

"But of course. Prep the patient for the same procedure. I will be there shortly."

She soon looked down at me and told me about what happened.

"My sincerest apologies, but I'm afraid I have to get going. We have another patient here that is in the same predicament as yours were. Since we were able to save you with this procedure, we believe we can save another patient we have on Omega One. I'm sure you will meet her one solar cycle. But for now, you need to power down. Your recovery is vital right now and a good recharge is the best you need."

I could see Ratchet said something else.

"Yeah, Yeah… And you need to drink plenty of energon to regain your strength as well. Can't go about your day without your daily intake. Now if you excuse us, we need to help our other patient. Come along, Arcee. I'm sure that our newest member will take care of himself."

Arcee looked back to him and gave a nod.

"Of course, Ratchet. I'm on my way."

Ratch left our side while Arcee looked to me and said her goodbyes.

"Well, my sweet sparkling, I'm afraid I have to go. I'll check up on you again later on to see how you are feeling. Until then, you need to rest up. You deserve it after what you've been through. Sweet dream…"

She kissed me on the forehead as she got up and followed the doctor. Turning my head back to see her leave, I was trying to process what had happened to me. I died as a human, reborn as a cybertronian protoform, and most of my memories were pretty much gone for me except for a certain few. After looking through my predicament I feel…perfectly fine with this. Yes, I lost my entire family, my home, and myself as a human. But now as a Cybertronian, I can live a better life as a robot, soldier, and Autobot. Sure, I am just a protoform that needs to recover, but in time, I will become a warrior, avenging my previous life and my family. Until then, I just need to rest and recover. Still, if I have a new life, I'm going to need a new name. Though it won't be easy for me. After all, all the good names are already taken. Looking into my corrupted memory banks, I remembered a nickname I used to have when I was human. It was a nickname I had since I was little, one my family always calls me by due to my disability. As I lay back on the berth and powered down, my voice box was a little staticy until I can utter two words…

My new name…

"Go…Ji…"

"Well, that's it for the first chapter. I got to admit, this was quite a unique way in starting it. Normally, I would have an introduction that tells what's in store for the reader. Telling it like the person dies only to be reborn is quite a different take in a way. Still, it's a great start for an origin story. And this is only the beginning. Stay tune as the next chapter, we get to see the now called Goji adjusting as a Cybertronian and one special surprise. Won't say anything until you read the next chapter. You will like it. Please Review. #WherearetheGoodCartoons?