TFRiD Steeljaw's pack lore! HOLD

Steeljaw's lore!

It was a normal day on Cybertron, but, a young, innocent mech, felt uneasy. His name was Steeljaw, and he was one of many other Wolfticons. He was on Cybertron for school, since his home moon, -Luna-4- had no good schools anywhere.

All of his family was on Luna-4, waiting for him to come home. His sire, carrier, his uncle, brother, and sister. His sire was the head of the Haga family. Who was the one -and only- rival of the RiverRoyals. Alot of blood, sweat, and lubricant has been shed throughout their many, many, years of fighting. Their rivalry was almost like war. They were the top Wolfticon families on Luna-4, and neither wanted to submit to the other.

But, there was one problem; Predacons. Predacons, were the sworn enemy of all Wolfticons. It goes back so far in history, no one knows why they hate eachother so much. Steeljaw felt uneasy for an unknown reason. He felt as if his family was in trouble. Even for a 14-year-old, he has the sense of an adult mind. As he walked to the spacebridge, backpack tight on his back, a fleet of Predacons flew across the sky toward Luna-4. He knew what they were doing. They were going to attack Luna-4. His home had no kind of protection at all, so he ran as fast as he could to the spacebridge, and yelled at the operator to let him through.

"Sorry Robert. Can't do that. I've been instructed to not let anyone go to Luna-4. Sorry Bud.." He told him, a tear of lubricant running down his left cheeck.

"Can I... atleast contact my family with your radio.. I want to-" He broke out in tears.

"Yea.. I'll let you contact them." He said, as he handed Steeljaw the radio. Steeljaw knew how to work a radio very well, his oldest sibling, -his brother- Platinumclaw tought him how. He tried and tried, but all that came through to the radio, was static.

The operator opened up his arms, and Steeljaw walked toward him, and let him embrace the Wolfticon. Steeljaw knew he would most-likely be the last of his kind, due to the pure destruction power of the Predacon kind. But, something happened that Steeljaw couldn't stand. Luna-4 grew with anger, it glowing a firey color in cracks of the moon. Predacons scattering away from the planet, and it grew, and grew with firey might, the metalic foliage turned to a greasy, black color. Then, it exploded. The Wolfticon race, whiped out. Steeljaw hid his head in the operators arm, not daring to look at the devastation. He shook with sadness.

Why? Why did the 14-year-old had to endure this? "Steeljaw... do you want to come to my place? You can live with my Sparkmate and I." The operator asked the crushed Wolfticon. Steeljaw shook with all his body. He knew his family was gone. He was alone. But, he trusted the operator, and decided to go with him.

Even though the operator and his Sparkmate were normal bots, he felt welcome. Steeljaw will miss his sister; Auburn, his brother; Platinumclaw, his carrier; Qaurry; who he looked alot alike, his sire; Hunter, and his uncle; Phantomjaw. Steeljaw was the youngest, and very attached to his carrier and brother, but he treated the operator and his Sparkmate with the same respect, and love he did for his deceased family.

Helloooo! Writer here, hope you enjoyed this Steeljaw lore, I know, it's tragic, but that's who I am lol. I'm really good at predicting, or creating the past. I think I'ma do Thunderhoof or Fracture next. So yea, see ya!