Daily Life of Badassatron

Episode I : Pilot

VERY, VERY, VERY IMPORTANT NOTE!

Welcome to my absolutely random fanfic. I wrote this just for fun and as a side-writing when I'm busy and overwhelmed with the main story I currently working on! 

I apologize if some jokes are cheesy or unfunny! And I'll guarantee that there will be lots of cursing here and Cybertronian terms too!

Thank you for clicking this story and I hope you enjoy it!

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In the very dark hallway, in the busy city of Iacon, a femme walks by herself , unknowing about several bots followed her from behind, zeroing in on the femme special energon she had stolen from a very delicate one of collection of The Thirteen Primes.

She walks dismissively, completely ignoring crowed sound nearby the ragged wall and rusty poles. The stalkers have been threatening her with metal bats cracking on every metal. Although the femme looks so dismissive, she actually aware of her dangerous situation, increasing her walks while her optics glared stutteringly. 

Those stalkers is the most dangerous assassins in the whole universe. They came with many names; The Bounty Hunter, The Stalkers, The List, and the famous Mercenary. No one can stop them as they keep following their prey surreptitiously.

The femme cannot hold the overwhelming feeling of being chased and hunted, she darted away and rapidly take lots of turn in every aisle. But the famous Mercenary never even take this seriously. They always came faster than the femme—and she stumbled onward, hitting a random mining-dolly, slipping down the alley, hitting her helm in her very last destination.

Dead end...

She discarded everything she stole except the rare energon and tried to get up, but the famous Mercenary has arrived. There were thousands of them, optics flared-red, glaring ominously. The femme glared up, stuttered and stumbled down, her pedes shaking uncontrollably, her scream rang out before a thunderstorm silent her desperate voice for help.

"S-Stay away!" she barked, stammered and pointing a very dull pocket blade. "This is wrong! You guys are the bad guys here! This rare energon is the key to make everyone won't have to mine energon again!"

The leader step closer, the femme couldn't see the posture, but it sure the leader look menacing and scary.

"Once a thief, always be a thief," the leader said sardonically. "This is where will you die, feel free to feel how your proximity to your death is closer than the energon you had stolen from the sacred place! Nobody, flood the sacred place with such grime like you!"

The femme gasped, her optics flashed with grim, her processor dwindling with every step the bad guys took, and every scowl they made. Is this the end? will she ever met her true loves? Will she ever save Cybertron, drag it back from its darkness to golden era?

the femme reluctantly closed her optics as a way to say her last goodbye and wave to the Allspark.

One minute of silent, two, three... four and five. What could have happen to them?

She opened her optics again, and was startled to face the truth that her enemies were groaning in pain, with a figure standing menacingly, coldly, and of course, with such a cool stance, and a handsome battle mask, standing on his victims.

The ground were lettered with every mercenary lifeless frame—energon everywhere, desperate groaning reverberated. 

She heard about it. The hero of the city, the vengeance, the darkness with ethereal yellow paint job in his entire body. A dim blue-like energon appear on his left servo—the legendary stinger—while his other servo was holding the leader, coughing out energon, growling angrily.