A typical solar cycle at the Autobot Academy went usual for Autobot Cadets, except for four cadets outside searching for very important data pad. Previously, four cadets known much as Sentinel, Elita One, and Optimus planned for Archa Seven, the rumored planet to have high grade energon in a old abandoned Decepticon warship. Their plan never came into action from Thunderarm telling their teacher and sent with them to help find the data pads.

“You just had to bring the plan for Archa Seven up, Thunderarm!” A blue, orange, gray, and black trimmed, snow plow mech complains in a mist their own predicament really not even thought for any such of way to happen till Thunderarm otherwise barged in.

“I did what I told you a few solar cycles ago Sentinel.” The red, black,and young gray Honda van cross his arms sighing heavily looking down to the slab of scraps beneath his foot, shaking his helmet as the optics were offlined. “You were planing for Archa Seven One, so I stopped it from ever happening nor did you chicken me out from doing so.”

“I didn’t even hesitate to think you would tell our teacher Kup.” Elita One frowns joining the conversation. Her armor appears to be yellow and navy blue and a pony tail could be seen attached to her helmet; her skin appears to be turquoise. “You totally surprised me, Optimus, and Sentinel.”

Behind Elita, without even knowing as she spoke, there was a slight movement in the rubble debris ten miles away from the three bots. There was a slight taller mech consisting of red and blue armor with his vehicle mode to be a Cybertronian truck standing nearby the other cadets. Nobody heard this slight sound or heard a movement. Slowly, a little sparkling sized hand with lion fur colors on top and Autobot like femme fingers reached out of the rock which covered the top of the protecting shelter.  Dark, gray-blue hazel optics blinked curiously, in a instant, the femme could feel its stomach growling hungrily from hardly a scrap of food remaining in her hiding place in the past solar cycle after two weeks left by her family during the war.

“Ma...Mama?” The sparkling speaks in Japanese and Chinese wandering her optics around. “Chichi? (Dad)...Dia? (Little brother)... Ane?!(Big sister)”

She shook terrified with energon tears beginning to form on the tips of her optics and the sobs gradually turned into frightened wails of being alone stranded in the protecting shelter.

“What are we out to find?” Optimus asks from wondering what they were looking for.

It would be hard to be believe some glitch head intentionally took an artifact, energon, gear, upgrades, data pads of top secretive data, experiments, illegal downloads, or any such high top class item nearly in its faded area-but still useful enough to be directed back as an extensive and effect weapon against the Autobots.

“A large amount of data pads holding one of the top valuable information on our own planet of course!” Thunderarm answers the optimistic mech.

“Piles, piles, and piles of data pads are easy to spot around here.” Optimus says in a easy-as-energon-pie manner turning himself to Elita. “Remember that one time when we were out and some of other cadets writing pads?”

“Yes, I do.” The Autobot femme giggles remembering their romantic night that occurred a few solar cycles ago. “You were certainly making a joke about them all easily spot.” Sentinel rolls his optics looking to a pile of smilier structured piles of data pads, only they were not the actual versions of data pads that the four were sent out to search for.  

All of a sudden, a distinctive lowly whimpering and sobbing cries came to Sentinel’s audios as a flying angry wasp chasing a target, and the snow plow winces a little. But then the sounds grew louder while he became closer to the nearby the small sized sparkling shelter. Oh my Primus! Is there a loudmouth out here?! Sentinel pounds in his helm, frankly, not in the mood to deal a loud mouth cadet pretending to be a sparkling. The flat bed truck walks some three miles before long, the sound became a sparkling femme cry stranded alone at a good decent eight miles away. “Am I imaging a femme sparkling crying?” Sentinel says out loud, feeling like looking for the data pads was a rerun of a certain time in his period, which in turn, felt more reliving it a second time. Merely a second chance for a past re-change.

“No.” Optimus stops what he was doing to finally realize that a sparkling was crying. “I hear exactly the same thing.”

“A sparkling in the old War Zone side of Cybertron?!” Elita exclaims. “How can a sparkling survive in such a place for this long?”

“Probably there was left over low grade energon in where it was hidden.” Thunderarm begins to walk towards the source of the cries in attempt to not bring the crier back to the Academy.  Instead, he plans to take the little one to the Decepticon’s care other than the Autobot’s care and trace of English trait passed through his own speech.  I will be the first Decepticon ever to drag in a new recruit and place the bot into Decepticon care before being old enough for training! The mech thinks with a devious smirk within him.

    “I’ll go see it first since I heard it before you!” Sentinel remarks transforming into his Cybertronian snow plow, flat bed truck mode and drives off faster than Thunderarm enough that the mech went in circles.

“Hey!” Thunderarm retorts following Sentinel in his vehicle mode, driving off to the flat bed truck gaining on miles and speed towards the source of the crying. Come on go faster HeatStroke! He encourages himself to push the speed limit of his Cybertronian Honda van mode. “I’m catching up there first!” Thunderarm exclaims speeding up. 

Sentinel laughs speeding up, bumping over parts belonging to once online Cons and Bots laying about the empty battle field. Sentinel dodges a loose online servo in the pile that he nearly ran into before he response back to Thunderarm’s comment at five miles away from the cry source Sentinel nearly crashed into a giant big pile of decomposed bodys, there was only one online servo sticking out of the piles.The other car and truck stopped their driving to back up to see the hanging servo out of piles and piles and piles of unknown matter.

::We’ll catch up in a few astroseconds.:: Optimus tells Sentinel through his audio receiver caller.

::Checking up a lose servo are you two?:: Sentinel responds with a slight tone, showing a bit of knowing.

::Yes,at least we will get something out of it.::

::Ok bye.::

“The femme is nearly to the brink  of offline.” Elita says plain the femme down to the ground, gently seeing scar features including cracks, holes, dents, bents, and a tear stain on one part of the dirty, light blue armor. “Who are you and why were you left to death?”

“A actual victim of the great war...” Optimus said amazed at the amount damage covering all around the small femme, who’s skin appears to be icy blue.

“W..indFi..st... I...wa...nted...to...be left... by MidReaper...for a peaceful, none suffering death..” The femme merely finishes her sentence very weakly from her amount of dangerous wounds covering her body.
    “MidReaper?” The two cadets look to each other a bit confused over the name of a unknown Decepticon, never heard of before.

“Once a Bot...N...o...w...Con.” WindFist’s colors began to fade dark gray with her body starting to become more numb to every part. “You...know it’s...him if there’s...a...dark pale yellow, dark...white-blue armored, an...d... dark magenta skin jeep.” Her voice became smaller and quieter as dark gray became more consuming of Wind’s armor color and life as the optics were not glowing brightly red as it had used to do back in greater health.  Not so so wounded days of peace between both Autobots and Decepticons.

“”Are you sure about this?” Elita One raises a optic ridge worried about the decepticon femme.

“I...am...” WindFist’s optics shut off for the last cycle ever in her life cycle. The two Autobot cadets watched her in sadness,but, they knew she was in a better place at the All Spark.

::A Decepticon femme just died before us.::

::..You saw a Decepticon femme,Optimus?::

::She didn’t attack us or anything::

::That’s how weak a Decepticon is near to the dea- Oh I hear the sparkling, I am going to hang up right now.::

::Ok:: Sentinel ended the connection then transformed into his robot mode to see a little sparkling servo hanging out of a hole.  It was about one or five orns old in Cybertronain standards. He could see the little sparkling’s optics blink at the sight of him and start to calm down from her big mouth cries. “Where’s your parents?” The long big chin mech takes her out of the hole as he thinks out loud.

    The little lioness looks down beneath her foot, wandering around frightened and feeling a lot of uncertainty about where her parents went or what had happened to them was a big heavy question would be a large one hanging above her little ball sized head.

    A tall, bigger mech with black and amber-orange armor, even a lion mode, with a mane could be see. His optics were hazel just like his little sweet lioness. “照顾好自己LeoPride. (Take care of yourself LeoPride.)” The Chinese Lionbot drops in some food for her as blasts of explosions goes off behind him. His optics winced feeling a large tug on his spark. But without fail, he limps back to a small group consisting of a Mother Pretender and some two older offspring.

 “Do you have a family like Mom, Dad, Brother, Sister, Aunt, Uncle, Grandparent, Sister-in-law, Brother-in-law, or any one?” Sentinel tries to get a reasonable answer from a little, Chinese sparkling.   

“李歐梵督察.....(Lee... Leo...Pide..) LeoPride.”  Little Pride speaks in half English.

    “What planet are you from?” Sentinel scratches his helm without a single clue in what language the femme just spoke out. “Oh so your name is Leopride? I will just call you Pride for short, and I am Sentinel.”

    “S-Sentinal?” Pride tilts her helm.

    “There’s no ‘A’ at the end of Sentinel.” The snowplow shakes his helm laughing, amused of her misunderstand pronunciation of his name given to him when he began at the Autobot Academy.

“Sent? Senty?” The femme giggles in the palm of his servo looking up to the mech more grown up than her-not completely grown up but in such a way to have a code with his other friends.Broken Lance, this meant he was deep trouble.

   “No Bot has ever called me ‘Sent’ or ‘Senty’ before.” The snow plow tickles the little femme, smiling warmly, watching Pride break into a hysterical, sparkling laughter.“You are so adorable.” Sentinel adds on a good friendly manner.

    “Who’s adorable?” The red, black, and gray Honda stands at a cleared doorway design, acting as a entrance to another section of destroyed Cybertron.  Rubble, parts, helms, legs,and once living parts were beneath his giant leg standing there to keep the red mech up. A devious smirk appeared across his faceplate, getting a different perspective of Sentinel in his view. “I didn’t think I would hear this from you.”

    “Leopride.” Sentinel’s smile changed into a frown as he had turned his head to the Honda. “What made you think that?”

    “Never seen you say it to any sparkling that we all have seen so far during the Academy.” Thunder answers him, watching the little one tries to climb up Sentinel’s shoulder armor.

“Senty~!” The little lioness tries climbing up onto Sentinel to get behind his metal orange and gray guards being a big little scared cat she is. “I-I am afraid of Scarface.”

Then Sentinel raised a optic ridge.“Scarface?” He says without a clue who Leopride meant. “There’s no Scarface here-just one of the cadets from the Academy known to be Thunderarm.” Something fishy seems to be going around, Thunderarm, for about five stellar cycles or three stellar cycles; usually suspicions around Thunderarm faded away as cycles went by, except when it came to chatting about the latest gossip or news,he brought in the tension and status of two Cybertronians known as Copperbrand and Wolfnight.

Good Primus, It’s the ninja lion and the femme’s sparkling. Thunderarm thinks to himself. I thought I offlined him before he could protect that little pretender mate of his and family. “Why is a femme sparkling afraid of me?” He raises an optic ridge as if not knowing why LeoPride appeared to be fearing him.

“I don’t know why,” Sentinel starts to say holding little cowardly LeoPride curled into the middle of his servo’s palm. “This very unusual that a sparkling is afraid without even knowing you, I guess.” The snowplow turns his body away from the shelter before a large metal ball scrap tumbled downwards directly at the hide out.

I do know indeed why... Maybe I can get something out of her. Thunderarm considers a alternative use for Leopride. I could extract a different version of her out of DNA or a little experiment; I will do this when we are both alone without Sentinel pulling an all night-er. “Sentinel, You got her out at the right nenosecond.” Thunderarm points out right at the crashing scrap metal circle gaining on speed then finally landed on top of what had turned into a demolished little building without any quality version to be reused again.

Sentinel already got nine either six steps away from the crash site-leaving him without any sight of bruises or objects dug in his body from any scraps sticking out of some part that would coricentally have a hole with the metal peak hang out. LeoPride shook in his servo in fear from a crash noise out of what used to be a safe place for Pride to be online otherwise til found inside the rubble shelter. “There’s no reason to be afraid,I got you.” The long big chin mech tells the shaking LeoPride. “You are safe with me.”

“That has got to be the sweetest comment you ever said to one bot.” Optimus spoke out as a amused smile could be seen while strolling in as his blue servo was laced together with Elita one’s servo in a bunch;Elita giggles over Sentinel’s sweet soothing comment down to a afraid little figure in the palm of his servo. “Literately.”

“I know right?” ThunderArm agreed with Optimus. “The little femme is scared of me for some odd reason..”

“Scared?”Optimus answers surprised then walks towards Sentinel holding the little cowerdly sparkling. “Must have a good reason to be so frightened.” The truck lowers his optics downwards at Leopride’s height and size, energon tears had stained her puffy little child cheeks,Lioness tail could be seen hanging out from the back,and certainly a weird odd creature sitting in Sentinel’s large big black gray servo.

“She calls me ScarFace.”

“Yet,you don’t have any scars on your faceplate or anywhere to be exact.”

“Really Sentinel..? I remember him obtaining a scar on the back of his helm.” Elita adds into the conversation between the three mechs taking place right before a little sparkling.

“Yes.” Sentinel says shifting his optics down to LeoPride-Instead after Optimus saw the femme, She appeared to be wearing a black and amber-orange baby dress with the pointer being Amber-Orange leaving shoulder guards to be the same color and the outside of the three designs were plainly black ; The skin which used to be black appeared to be flesh,long dark rich brown hair streaks starting to grow reaching shoulder length, Pride’s eyes were perfectly round with Hazel pupils, and lastly..She appeared to be breathing perfectly fine like a healthy living organisim.

“Woah..What kind of creature is this?” Elita curiously asks gently using her servo to touch Pride’s long fabric baby toddler dress feeling so comfortable for some organic to wear. “Can it be possible that this is a..?”

    “..Pretender,” Sentinel finishes Elita’s sentence then started thinking. If she’s a Pretender..Leopride will have to be raised by her own related kind,She’s far too  small to be raised as a transformer. “That’s afraid of Thunder for some reason.”