The war, the war that ravaged our planet has spread across the galaxy, from planet to planet, solar system to solar systems......it has destroyed cybertron, destroyed our home
But every now and then a spark burns a little brighter
(Alright so the results are Overwhelming for sparkling Mixed for decrpticon or one parent con one bot Mostly yes for feminizing some bots Overwhelming for prime so let's see how this goes)
Cybertron, near the end of the war Y/n ———- Y/n hid in the ally's of the lower cast district. this was where she had been born, at least she thought this is where, she couldn't remember that far. She was young for a Cybertronian and exceedingly small, even for her age. she didn't even have an alternative form yet.
She looks around the empty street before she dashed across, searching for energon scraps in the wreckage of the was torn planet. She could feel her small flicker of life fading away as the last of her full began to burn out.
She checked the empty dwellings that lined the empty streets of this particular district. To her dismay, she found her efforts to be futile.
The young bot let out an exhale of resentment to the universe as it yet again denied her a chance to refuel. The sparkling truged back outside, her big blue eyes darkening with the weight of her disappointment.
As she walked she found herself glancing qt her own reflection in the glass of the structures she passes. she noticed he distinct lack of armor or ant real identitying colors or markings, her chassis was a shiny silver plating that she had been told she would 'grow into' by others.
Her optics drooped again as she looked at that reflection. If only she had been a bit older, a bit more developed. If she were then maybe her teacog would allow her the gift of transformation, as of yet she had continually tried to no avai.
She just continues walking until she heard the sound of clanging footsteps behind her and turned to see a group of adults with all different colors and designs
"wreckers! Spread out, cons might be around every corner!" One of them shouted with a good natured laugh
"yeah yeah bulk, and we'll scrap em if they are," one of the other bots responded from near by.
From the air more bots fell and thus began another fight that she ran from, she had no weapons yet so she had no other choice
She just ran until someone pulled her to the side just as she would have hit one of the adults
???: watch it kid, they ain't friendly
She looked up at the red bot with silver horns that had pulled her to safety
Cliffjumper: the names cliffjumper, so what are ya doing all alone kid
Y/n didn't say anything, she didn't trust this person, not a bit
Cliffjumper: quite type huh? Well I guess I can make up the talking for both of us
He smiles but as soon as he turned around y/n ran out of the ally and straight into a tall red and blue bot with a sword replacing one of his hands and a blaster for the other with a small mask covering his mouth
(Hey, I drawed this
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