Note:

F/C: Favorite Color

2/F/C: Second Favorite Color

O/C: Optic Color

Nano-Klik: A second

Solar Cycle: 24 hours/A day

Klik: 1 minute

Frame: Entire body

A/N: Small Author's note

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"Optimus! We have an incoming ship heading to Earth!" Ratchet stated, getting the attention of his leader. Optimus advanced towards his old friend and viewed the screen that showed the ship descending towards the Earth.

"Autobot or Decepticon?" Optimus questioned, his voice firm.

"It's hidden. I can't see any insignia on the ship, either." Ratchet concluded, before opening the comm so Optimus could talk to the ship's Captain.

"Unknown vessel, this is Autobot outpost omega one. I command you to state your faction." Optimus said, his voice stern and firm.

The only thing that responded to him was static. Optimus frowned at the lack of response, and though he hated to admit it, he was certain the ship's Captain would respond soon if he mentioned any more violence.

He hated threatening or doing anything that was considered as rude to someone undeserving of it. Unfortunately, he did not exactly have a lot of options to choose from. He refused to have spies in his team after all. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

"Now is not the time." He told himself. He quickly thought of something to say to the static and voiced it.

"Unknown Vessel, you have 30 Nano-Kliks to state your Faction otherwise we will be forced to soot you down." He demanded. To his and Ratchets surprise, he got an answer. It just was not the answer either of them was hoping for.

"Do not speak to me that way, Prime. You may have control over your army, but you have no control over me. As such, I refuse to partake in this insignificant war of yours." A femme's voice cut through the static, making the tension in the room somehow go to higher lengths.

Wait a click. That voice, it seemed so familiar and yet so unrecognizable at the same time, could it be that femme was-

Before either of them could collect their thoughts, a massive portal was opened beneath the ship, engulfing it in its entirety and cloaking the ship's signal.

Optimus's optics widened in shock, for his suspicions had been correct. After seeing that portal open, there was no doubt left in his mind. Those who were on the ship would help the Autobots win this war.

But, just to make sure he was correct,

"Ratchet, please show me everything known about the rulers of the Predacons." Optimus said, shaking off his surprise and focusing on the task ahead. Ratchet nodded and did as told.

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Name: Y/N

Faction: Autobot turned Neutral

Alternate Mode: Seeker, no Alternate Mode known. Can easily turn into their Cyberwolf form and will do it often.

Main Function: Former Medic and New Assassin.

Weapons:

Two handguns at their hips (one on each side)

Twin plasma guns (stored in forearms)

Twin Daggers (stored in leg panels)

Saw (Stored in right Forearm)

Skills and Abilities: Typical Cyberwolf abilities; enhanced hearing, excellent snout, sharp claws, etc. Was given the ability to control lightning, water, earth, and Weather by Eclipse Prime. Has easily mastered the ability to open and close portals.

Is incredibly Silent when on Missions and will be able to destroy their target in seconds if their concentration is not broken. Is continuously being trained by Eclipse so they are learning more every solar cycle.

Fears and Weaknesses:

Is increasingly terrified of Megatron, and what could happen to their big sister if they are not there. Does not trust anyone easily, so they do not have any known allies except for Eclipse

Is a dangerous Cybertronian when provoked, but otherwise is calm.

Other weaknesses unknown.

Backstory: Erased from the database.

-Basic Information:

Age: 23 in human years, unknown in Cybertronian.

Protoform: A thin yet muscular form with Cyberwolf ears on the top of their helm and a tail protruding above their lower behind.

Fun facts: It took an exceptionally long time for them to get used being referred to as an Assasin, seeing as they were used to healing Cybertronians as a Medic, not off lining them.

Relationships:

-Eclipse Prime: Older sister

-Onyx Prime: Deceased Sire

-Cross Flare: Deceased Carrier

-Optimus: Unknown

-Megatron: Unknown

Voice: Yours!

Random Quotes:

"Oh, go die in a ditch you fucking bitch. The fact that it rhymed made me less intimidating but sTILL-"

"Who said what?"

"I NEEDED THAT YOU LITTLE SHIT"

Current Form: (A/N You decide!)

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Name: Eclipse Prime

Faction: Autobot turned Neutral

Alternate Mode: Seeker, no Alternate Mode known. Can turn into her giant Predacon form but does not enjoy doing it often.

Main Function: Ex-Commander of the Autobots and Queen of the Predacons and Cyberwolves

Weapons:

Battleaxe. (stored on her back)

Twin plasma guns. (stored in forearms)

Twin Swords. (stored in forearms)

Skills and Abilities: Her strength surpasses that of every Prime known. Her powers, provided to her by her Matrix of Corruption, are unlimited.

Fears and Weaknesses: Although her weaknesses are unknown, it has been confirmed that she is terrified of closed spaces and terrified of losing her sibling.

Backstory: Erased from the database

Basic Info:

Age: 28 in human years, Unknown in Cybertronian years.

Creation date: Deleted from the records.

Protoform: A muscular figure with wings protruding from her back and a tail protruding above her lower behind.

Fun facts: Before the war began, she wished to be a baker as a side-job from being Queen. She still bakes Energon cakes and candies but not as often as when she was a sparkling.

Relationships:

-Y/N: Younger Sibling

-Onyx Prime: Deceased Sire

-Cross Flare: Deceased Carrier

-Optimus: Unknown

-Megatron: Unknown

Voice: Rebecca Sugar

Random Quotes:

"Sir, all other methods will result in failure. I do not recommend any attempt to engage."

"...You wish to watch us train?"

"Apologies. I appear to have used too much of my strength."

Current Form:

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"Optimus, are you feeling well?" Ratchet asked, slightly concerned for his friend seeing as Optimus had stared at the screen for over 5 Kliks. Optimus sighed in dismay at his revelation

"It appears my suspicions are correct. I now know who was on that ship." Optimus said, standing tall from his hunched over position while leaning onto Ratchets desk.

"Really? Then, who was that Optimus?" Ratchet asked, clearly surprised Optimus could figure out someone's voice from static.

Optimus gazed towards the camera that once showed the ship, as if looking at it would make them come back. Unfortunately for him, it would not.

"That voice belonged to Eclipse Prime, and if she is here, I have reason to believe that Y/N would be here as well." He said, his voice strained and tired. Ratchets optics widened slightly.

"So that means-" Ratchet cut himself off, not being able to bear with the thought. Optimus nodded.

"Correct. That means that the two Cybertronians who could help end this war, wish for nothing to with it." Optimus said, as the dread had begun to wash over his frame.