Transformers Prime: A Young Wrecker (Under Editing)

Chapter One: Arriving to Earth

Six Vorns Ago:
Smoke billowed from nearby craters, leftovers from recent attacks while buildings lay in ruins, crumbled and vacant. Bodies littered the streets as the sounds of war echoed throughout the city. A lone sparkling nervously wandered through the chaos, hoping to find shelter for the night and maybe some energon to stave off her hunger. Her tiny body was slowly deteriorating and becoming weaker as the days passed. She needed fuel if she hoped to make it through another night.
As if Primus was looking out for her, the tiny femme was driven to crawl through a small hole in a nearby building where upon entering, she spotted a broken energon dispenser lying against the wall. Miraculously, the dispenser still had energon inside, to which the tiny femme broke into it and hungrily drank the life sustaining fuel it provided her. She trembled as she felt a quake beneath her peds: the battle was getting closer to her location. Thinking quickly, she collected the remaining energon in a dispensing cube and placed it in her subspace for later consumption before exiting the building. She hid behind the trash of an empty alleyway and struggled to hide in the shadows of the destruction.
But a pair of Wreckers rushed past the falling debris and embers, their blue optics constantly scanning their surroundings for Decepticons. They nearly froze, however, when the white Wrecker's audio receptors picked up a high-pitched cry of fear and pain.
"Ya heard that Bulk?" The white Wrecker asked his companion.
The big dark green Wrecker nodded. "Yeah." His optics gazed at the dark alleyways. "But what is it?"
Wheeljack pointed his blaster at an alley, having located the source of the noise. It was warbled, but as the two Wreckers grew closer to the end of the alley, it became more clear.
"Carrier? Sire?" A soft, broken voice echoed through the streets.
Wheeljack halted in his tracks upon realizing it was a sparkling. The mech momentarily lowered his weapon, concern and sorrow flooding his processor. With a cautious stance, the white Wrecker continued, looking everywhere for the voice's owner.
Hundreds of young bots and sparklings had already been killed when Megatron first attacked Vos. Many of the survivors were now orphans or would be soon. The Autobots had been too late to spare them that fate, but the two Wreckers wouldn't allow that to happen again. They had to find this sparkling.
A scuffle caused the mech to jolt and snap his helm to the right. Something had knocked over a trash bin. Amongst the rubble — some of which flew away in the wind of battle — Wheeljack spotted a pair of optics poking out. He relaxed, smirking underneath his battle-mask when he saw two bright blue optics staring right back at him.
When the sparkling realized she had been spotted, she scurried, a flash of gold and silver scampering across the alley. The two Wreckers watched as she crawled up a small set of stairs and tried to hide in a door frame.
"Welp, she's a feisty one," Bulkhead said, chuckling at the sight.
Wheeljack smirked at the sight underneath his battle-mask. "I can still see you, little one." He found himself chuckling.
The sparkling shuddered and hid herself closer to the shadows. She gasped when Bulkhead's comparatively monstrous form hovered over her. The mechs could hear her whimper in fear.
"Don't be afraid." Wheeljack kneeled down at the bottom of the stairs. He reached up a servo, gently brushing against her arm. At first, the sparkling tensed at the touch, but when she didn't feel any pain. Her optics peeked out at him beyond the tears streaking her faceplates. Her frame was so small and coated in grease, ash and rust from severe malnourishment and poor health. Her limbs were covered in scorch marks, scratches and dried energon. The sight of it made Wheeljack's spark ached at the sight of the poor condition of the young femme sparkling. Bulkhead was surprised to see she was wearing a simple copper chain with a silvery engraved pendant around her neck. Gazing at the mech skeptically, she looked him up and down.
Wheeljack deactivated his battle-mask, so she could see his genuine smile. It grew when she seemed to calm down. The sparkling pointed a tiny digit at the Autobot sigil on his chassis. The white Wrecker looked at it before turning back to her. The white Wrecker could see that the young femme is a Seeker, but an orphaned one at that.
"My name is Wheeljack," he said to her gently. "What's your name cutie?"
"My name is Dawnsky," whispered the golden and silver streaked femme sparkling.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, Wheeljack reached in and gently picked the tiny femme up and cradled her in his arms, keeping her warm against his frame as he and Bulkhead exited the alleyway and approached the rest of their team.
"So, who was it?" A green and blue mech named Seaspray asked curiously before his optics honed in on the tiny femme. "Holy Primus! Is that a sparkling?!" 
Bulkhead let out a weary sigh and gazed at the sparkling. "We'll discuss it later. It looks like she needs one of the Docs."
The three Wreckers and the sparkling soon approached the swirling green vortex together.
Fourteen Vorns Later:
Many vorns have passed since Dawnsky has been taken in by the Wreckers and considered them as her adoptive family. When she came of age, Dawnsky had fought alongside them as the newest femme member of the Wreckers.
Earth is shown rotated in deep space. A full moon orbiting around it and the sun shining brightly in the center. But within the dark void of space, an unfamiliar escape pod erupted from a portal of light. Bereft and damaged, it slid across a new and unfamiliar galaxy coasting toward its final destination.
But inside of the Autobot base in Jasper, Nevada, two of the Autobots' human allies were currently altering any photos of Bumblebee. The mention of the young yellow and black mech standing behind them, watching them do their work.
"Okay, removing a picture of Bumblebee and replacing it with a tap dancing monkey." Raf removed a picture of Bumblebee from a conspiracy website.
Jack smiled at 'Bee in amusement. "The camera sure loves 'Bee." Jack chuckled as he and Raf shared a fist pump. "The tap dancing monkey strikes again." Bumblebee sighed in relief as any evidence of him was deleted.
"Bumblebee sightings on the world-wide web are no laughing matter," Ratchet scolded them as he was working on the monitor.
Returning from outside was Bulkhead with Miko on his shoulder. The two of them were both talking about their next sense of fun. They started talking about horror movies or going to a truck rally.
"Oh no, not another loud and brutal truck rally," grumbled Ratchet.
Jack, Raf, and Bumblebee looked at them for a few moments before they looked at each other and turned back to look at Raf's laptop.
"Wait, what's that?" Jack asked as he pointed to a picture of a falling object from orbit.
"A Cybertronian escape pod?" Raf asked, getting the attention of the others, as they walked in.
"Here in Earth's orbit?" Ratchet asked, Raf nodded in response. "Put it on screen." The small boy did just that. The picture of the pod appeared on the main computer. Optimus, Ratchet, Arcee, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, and Smokescreen looked to see it.
"Autobot or Decepticon?" Arcee asked as she folded her arms.
"Can't say, the resolution of this photograph makes it difficult to decipher," stated Ratchet.
"Whatever the case is, we must investigate that pod," Optimus said firmly.
"It could be a trap from those stupid 'Cons," said Bulkhead as he hit his servos together.
"Yes. It very well could be, but if that pod contains an Autobot onboard, then he or she can be in danger," said Optimus. "Ratchet, what are the coordinates of that pod?"
"Given the geography in the photograph, I'll say somewhere near the countryside of Texas." When Ratchet said that, Jack perked up while his eyes glimmered with something sad, which only Optimus and Smokescreen had caught.
Optimus nodded before turning to Raf. "Rafael, open a ground bridge. Ratchet, bring your medical kit," Optimus ordered as the Autobots got ready to head out. Raf going to the console, getting ready to open the ground bridge.
The ground bridge opened, the Autobots made out of the portal. Ahead of them was the crashed escape pod, all brought one their weapons in anticipation of an attack. A trail of energon leading to it, a hole bursted from the side of the pod.
Optimus approached the side of the pod and wiped off some dirt to reveal a Decepticon insignia. "This escape pod is of Decepticon origin."
"Scrap." Have suddenly become a popular word amongst the Autobots.
"If the escapee isn't here, where are they?" asked Smokescreen curiously.
That's when they sounds of yelling and crashing followed by the sounds of blasters and gunshots. Suddenly they were being shot at by a group of Decepticons. They quickly fired back as they took cover behind some rocks.
"All those 'Cons came from that pod?" Arcee asked in confusion as she shot and killed three Vehicons.
"I think Jack told me that it's like a clown car?" Smokescreen quickly shot four Vehicons, a clear question in the air.
That's when they saw a femme Seeker fighting alongside them. She was kicking more tailpipe than Kim Possible in her movies. One of the 'Cons grabbed her from behind. As Bulkhead moved to free her from the 'Con, she stomped onto their foot, grabbed their arm and flung them into a group of three others. Then she saw guns clicking from in front of her.
She drew four arrows from her quiver, aiming straight at each of the four Decepticons. Needless to say, each of their sparks met one of the arrows as she fired, piercing through their armors like they were rubber. When they finally caught up with what was going on, there were no Vehicons left to fight. The ones smart enough to know when they were beaten flew off back to the Nemesis as the femme withdrew her bow.
She glanced at the group of Autobots curiously. "I thought I was the only one here."
During the battle, she had been moving so fast she was just a streak of gold and silver. Now that she was in the light, it was easier for the group to see her.
Her slim frame is golden with silver highlights on her shoulders, knees, and hands. Her helm has a single silver diamond as its centerpiece and she has a pair of Seeker wings on her back that's golden with streaks of silver and has Autobot insignias on it. She seems to be wearing a metallic traditional silvery sheath with a sword in it. She's tall as Bumblebee, but only by a meter or so. She's wearing a simple copper chain necklace with a silvery engraved pendant around her neck.
Bumblebee's bright blue optics widened when he saw her. Her armor seemed to be buffed, gleaming flawlessly in the sunlight. Her blue optics sparkled with fierce determination and bold honor. He couldn't stop the racing of his spark when he first spotted her. He's unsure what it could mean and why he was suddenly fascinated with her.
Before anyone could speak, Bulkhead rushed forward, embracing the golden femme in a bear-hug. The young femme gasped for air, smiling as the green mech set her down and turned to her.
"Whoa, Dawnsky! Look at you! The last time I saw you, you were this big." Bulkhead held his servo out showing how tall she used to be; around the height of a baby giraffe. "How long's it been? Six or seven orns?"
The golden femme shrugged. "Erm, eleven actually, you know, give or take a few cycles." She glanced at them curiously. "How's everyone else? Are you all okay?"
"Better, now that you're here to even the odds," Bulkhead replied, putting one arm around her shoulders and turning to face the group. He gestured to the other Autobots. "Sky, meet Optimus, Ratchet, Arcee, Bumblebee, and Smokescreen."
"Welcome to Earth, Dawnsky," Optimus said.
"Thank you sir." Dawnsky smiled softly as she and the Prime shook servos.
Optimus placed his digits on his ComLink to speak to more members of his team. "Rafael. Open the ground-bridge."
Literally the moment she walked through the portal, a small and yet hyper female organic youngling with pigtailed dark brown hair and dressed in bright colors came running up to her, having already prepared a ton of questions and making it difficult for the femme to walk for fear of stepping on the small human girl.
"Sky, come here. Meet my other best buddy, Miko," Bulkhead gestured to the girl with pigtails.
"Hiya!" Miko greeted as she waved at Dawnsky. "What's your story, DS?" She apparently deciding to assign a nickname the her. "Where you from? How old are you? Are you a Decepticon spy? What does that stick-weapon-thing do? Have you smashed more 'Cons than Bulkhead? Ever use a construction crane for a baseball bat? What do you transform into? How'd you get to Earth?"
Dawnsky stared at Miko in puzzlement and thought, She is certainly talkative for someone so small.
"C'mon Miko. Don't confuse her." She soon spotted the eldest youngling organic with black hair and bright blue eyes stepped forward on the platform to have a better sight of them. He smiled at Dawnsky patiently. "Hi. I'm Jack."
Dawnsky fixed her optics on the eldest youngling on the platform. He reminded her of a younger version of Optimus with his gentle compassion and his steadfast courage. She glanced at Optimus to see him subtly watching the eldest youngling with the love and pride of a sire.
Dawnsky soon saw small movement next to Jack and realized that it was another human being. The boy seemed to be around twelve vorns old, with puffy brown hair and warm hazel eyes.
"That one is Raf," Bumblebee told her with a hint of smile underneath his battle-mask. "He's my human partner."
Dawnsky blinked and glanced at the other Autobots. "So, these are the lifeforms we're supposed to protect? Are they all like this?"
"Thankfully not," replied Ratchet. "Though, I do share Miko's intrigue of how you came here."
"I guess I'll start at the beginning." Dawnsky gazed at them calmly. "I used to live in the Seeker City of Vos with my creators, Maximus and Sunrise." She glanced at Optimus Prime, a look of sympathy and uncertainty went over her features. "But it quickly went downhill when the war had broken out and I was created a few vorns after the war had spread to Vos. But when I was six vorns, my native city had went down into destruction by the Decepticon armadas' bombings." A touch of fierce grief went over her optics. "My Carrier had managed to save my life by bringing me to the basement of our housing unit." Her optics dimmed with grief and sorrow as she remembered what happened. "I felt their bonds extinguish from my spark. I've never felt such grief as I did that night." She shook her helm and regained her inner strength. "Anyways, when I was wandering the streets of Vos, I was found by Wheeljack and Bulkhead." Dawnsky smiled warmly at Bulkhead, in which he returns. "Which led me being raised by the Wreckers. When I came of age, I gained this." She pulled out her shift-shaping weapon from her sheath with a smile. "This stick-weapon-thing has five alt modes in total; including a bow, sword, two katanas, a knife, and a blaster." Bulkhead smiled proudly at her while the humans gazed at her weapon in awe and curiosity.
"But that doesn't explain how you ended up in a Decepticon stasis pod?" Ratchet said, a clear question in the air.
"It happened after the Exodus," continued Dawnsky. "When I was making sure everyone had evacuated from Prax (Dawnsky noticed Bumblebee and Smokescreen had both flinched at that), a team of Autobots and Neutrals were being cornered by a team of Decepticons. After what happened to my creators, I decided to give them some time to escape. I kept those idiot 'Cons busy and made sure the Autobots and Neutrals had escaped into their ship. But, out of nowhere, this massive explosion came and had knocked me out. When I woke up, I found myself on a Decepticon prison ship. Eventually, I gave the guards the slip and I went into an escape pod. However, the pod quickly blasted off to an unknown sector and knocked me back into stasis. The pod was most likely a long distance one. By the time I woke up, I landed pretty hard on solid ground."
"The Decepticon warship must have picked up the pod's beacon and guided it to Earth," Ratchet theorized.
"Just like me," commented Smokescreen.
"Bet the 'Cons expected one of their own in that pod." Arcee laughed softly.
Dawnsky smirked at Arcee playfully. "Only to be scrapped really fast by their worst enemy." A bit of laughter could be heard from the Autobots and the humans.
"Foremost, it would be wise to become more familiar with your new surroundings," Optimus interjected. "A tour of the base would be a good start."
"Dibs!" Miko yelled, jumping down from her place on the metal platform and running next to Sky. "I have way more questions to ask you anyways."
The femme shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
"Hey," Bulkhead said as they made their way to the exit. "Be back soon so we can get you a vehicle mode."
"Got it." Dawnsky nodded and followed Miko.
Miko led the way as they headed to one of the exits from the main room to the hallways. "What was Bulkhead like before coming to Earth? What's Prax like? How many battles have you fought in? What kind of music do you like? When did..." Her voice trailed off as they disappeared behind a corner.