Razor was one of the great leaders in the military until she quit and was exposed by the Cybertronian technology. Exposing herself to this kind of technology, she discovered many flaws about cybertronians already living on earth and she begin to coped the leadership skills of both sides.
She practiced every move of the cybertronians and downloaded the security files from the good ones. Within the discovery she made, Razor choose the good side rather than the bad side and quickly left the place through destroying all computers, monitors, racked the circuit breakers, crushed all hard drives and explode the place using the leftover bombs that she found in the attic.
Not a month later, she rebuild a broken drone that she found near the rocky cliffs and controlled it by replacing its wirings, color scheme, color of the eyes, platings, and refixing its spark chamber.
The massive drone flickered its optics and take look around. The drone found Razor fixing his voice box with spare tools and she was about to put it back when she noticed that her drone came to life.
She cheered in happiness and ordered the drone to sit which he did. Razor carefully put the now-fixed voice box inside of the drone's throat and motioned the drone to speak.
"Hello." He said looking at the human girl before him with curious bright blue optics.
"IT WORKED!!!" Razor yelled in happiness fist pumping the air and grabbed her journal to write down what happened.
"What is your name, little one?" The drone asked watching her writing down on the strange object. "My name is Razor." She replied closing her journal and dropped it inside of her bag.
Razor jogged towards the drone and look into his bright blue optics. "Razor. It means sharp. I assumed that you worked in the military before you escaped." He wondered looking to her violet ones.
She nodded and hummed.
"You need a name." She said before putting her gaze to his color scheme which was gold and silver with neon blue highlights.
"I will call you NeonBeats." The drone simply nodded before scooping her into his servos.
"NeonBeats is a nice name. Are you my Creator?"
Razor looked at NeonBeats before nodding.
"I am your Creator, NeonBeats."
"You have change my color scheme, optic color, color plating, color of my spark and fixed my voice box. You also have a wonderful choice of choosing the right color scheme."
"Why?"
"Because I was a Decepticon drone back before I was shot down and forced into stasis lock."
Razor gasped, "I see."
The drone smiled, "Now, you changed me into an Autobot. For I am no longer working for Megatron, I will be working for Optimus Prime and for you. You are my Creator for you will be my mother."
Razor was shocked to hear those words.
Her?
To be a mother of NeonBeats?
She gratefully accepted it and he put her down. NeonBeats followed her out of the cave but froze when he saw groups of Autobots standing at the mouth of their cave with their weapons raised.
Razor also freeze to the spot before slowly back away from the good one and stayed beside NeonBeats. "NeonBeats. Stay back." She whispered to him as the drone move back into the cave with steady steps before one of the bots infront of them tackled NeonBeats to the ground. Razor tried to stop it but she was eventually back out and her back hit the wall hard causing her to spit out blood.
