Burn out

Chapter 1

Freedom was something that all of us dreamed of once in our lives. Weather it be when we wondered what the true meaning of the word was or the time when our lives were not ours. For the word does have different meanings. Each with a different way of showing.

The freedom that I longed for was the freedom with no chains to bind me to this place of living nightmares. So I could slash away the binds that held me and fly away to somewhere where the laws of this world are not in effect. Why is there such a things as owning another? Surely there was some law that forbade the horrid act?

Because there was a reason we were born by our own willingness to live. Not by that of another's command. It is when we feel in our souls that we know it is time for the cold world to know our name.

"Galaxy! Snap out of your daydreaming and go take care of your charge before I strangle his tiny throat!" A sharp yell brought me out of my wonderful thoughts. From the place of freedom to the place of indebturement. And that place would so happen to be the place that I am forced to live in.

Somewhere tucked in a small corner of an abandoned unknown galaxy sat a tiny cluster of ships of neutral alliances. Those ships contained the unwanted, unknown, or sometimes, unwilling offspring of beings of the warring planet Cybertron.

The occupants of the said planet either chose one of two sides. There were the decpeticons and the autobots. One fought for the freedom of the planet of a whole. The other fought with the mind set that they were the ones who were meant to rule the species.

Still in this small place it didn't mean anything who your parents were. Here, there is no difference. You are either treated normal or worse. And those who are treated worse, eventually meet Primus earlier than needed. It is saddening, but you have to make a choice, you or them.

Living in an orphanage is no easy life. You fight for fuel. Most of the time you are working or taking care of another. I worked for most of my childhood. That was the case until a little angel of Primus came into my life.

He was smaller than any sparkling that I had ever seen. But the underpaid medic had discovered that was because he had survived and attempted termination from the carrier. My spark ceased beating when I heard this news. He was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen.

His base coat coloring was a dark green, gold trimmings detailed him here and there. Though there was something odd about the way his small body was shaped. He had sharp ends sticking off his shoulders. Along with micro fangs coming out of his rubber baby gums. But what was the most gorgeous thing about him was the deep purple optics.

That was a color that these days was very rare. So how had he come to have them?

Because he was so small, the head mistress didn't want anything to do with him. She told the medic to throw him in an air shoot to send him into the cold space. Except something in my spark told me not to let her do it. So I pled for me to be allowed to care for the newborn sparkling. At first she hated the idea of having another youngling in her orphanage, but when the medic said that she could get good rates for keeping him alive. She relented.

I was handed him for the first time, I knew that he was going to be something great. He cuddled into my chest plating, closer to the sounds of my lightly thrumming spark. I loved him the first time I laid optics on him. And now he was somewhat mine.

He also had no name. Because his carrier had never thought he would live. So this medic had given me the chance to name him. I took into the fact that he was different and wanted him to have different kind of name. As I gazed down at the sparkling who was sleeping in my arms. A name rose from the back of my mind and made itself known. He should be called LeoMage from then on out.