The Femme Wrecker

The femme

Uptop is how she looks before she becomes a wrecker. She is as tall and slim as arcee. And has instead cables that look like hair, and they reach her butt. (Don't laugh). Also, she has wolf ears and a wolf tail.

Running through the streets of iris, a city near the main capitol of cybertron. It wasn't small, nor was it huge. A femme ran, with energon tears coming down from her optics. She didn't look where she was going, until she bumped into a bulky green mech, who was walking with another mech alongside him.

She curled up, waiting for the hurt to come. It never came.

"Are you alright?" The green mech extended his hand as to help her up. She took it and stood up.

"Y-you're not gonna h-hurt me, a-are y-you?" The white mech that was walking with the green one chuckled.

"Why would we do that?" She wiped away the enrgon tears.

"I'm sorry, it is just that, it is the only thing that comes to mind when i do something wrong or bump into someone." She said shyly, but still was heared.

"What is your designation?" The green mech asked.

"Onyx. Onyx stormfire." She still did not look up from the ground. But she got the courage to.

"I'm bulkhead, and this here is my friend wheeljack. We are part of a squadron called 'the wreckers'. Mind telling us why you were running?" She nodded.

"I ran from home. I was always ignored by my creators since i was a sparkling. So my uncle would be the one to raise me. When they found out, they kicked him out of the house. I was beaten from then on, and i was never allowed to go anywhere other than my education provider(school)." The mechs looked at eachother, and nodded.

"Come on kid, ya can stay with us." She looked up.

"Really?" Her optics brightened with hope.

"Sure kid, no one deserves to be treated like you were. And if they let you, ya can train to be a wrecker like us." They started walking to the wrecker facility.

"Captain, we have a new recruit for the wreckers." The bot currently monitoring the wreckers turned around.

"Well, who are they?" The two mechs step apart to reveal the small femme.

"A femme?! No. This is not a squadron that allows weak femmes in. Besides, she is too small, and will only be a disturbance here. Take her back to where you found her." The captain commanded.

"Just allow her to train, and soon she won't be so weak. She might even grow a bit and might be bigger built." The bot looked at the small femme as he approached her.

"What is your designation?" He had a booming voice that almost scared a sparkling.

"Onyx stormfire, sir." She said shyly.

"I can't hear you!" The captain commanded. Onyx got her courage.

"Onyx stormfire, sir!" She said with determination.

"That is what i like to hear. Here you will be broken from your shell, and will no longer be the weak femme everyone sees. I am commander hailstorm, but you will call me sir. Is that understood?" She stood proud.

"Yes sir!" He nodded and left.

"Wow, she went from shy to bold in 3.2 nano clicks(seconds)." Onyx let out a sigh and had her hands on her knees.

"I think i won't survive." The two mechs laughed.

"You'll do just fine onyx, come on. Let's get you settled in." They went to their unit block, and she bunked with bulkhead. Obviously she was top bunk.

'I will be strong soo. I must not show fear. I must not show weakness. I must not show mercy, well in some cases i should.' She said to herself in her mind before going to recharge.