What if Megatron had a secret. One that he dare not let out. What if that secret were you. A neutral you were Megatrons one and only weakness. Everyone would think it would be a hard and evil discepacon femme to capture Megatrons spark but no, it w...
The first portion of the story will be written in my OC's point of view. It'll also be as if she's writing down in a journal.
My OC's POV
Primus be my guild. I know not where to start. I have been held captive in this place for so long. I'm not even sure how much time has come to past. Lost and forgotten by all but my True Lord and Creator Primus. It is his love and guidance that still allows me to have any kind of hop. I suppose I should start from the beginning. Let me introduce my self. I am Lady Novasrike or as I prefer to be called Lady Nova for short. I am the grand priestess of the temple of Primus. Let me tell you how i came to be. I know many would think with a destination like Novasrike one would think of a fierce warrior. And I am. A warrior of Primus. A warrior that instead of weapons of swords and guns, I use weapons of Primus words and blessings. It all started when I was created as a new spark(new born). But even before then my creation was foretold. There was a prophecy that told of a unlikely spark that will come to be. And it will be that spark that will bring the recreation of cybertron. Back then the prophecy did not make much seance. Some even despised the prophecy because for cybertron to be recreated it would first have to be destroyed. We know now that the destruction of cybertron was because of the war. A war we Cybertroneans should have never been in, fighting amongst ourselves. Primus did not creat us to wage war between our own people. He gave us the gift of free will to do all that we want but with the great devoid amongst our people and for it to be allowed to grow as it did war was all but Inevitable. Primus could see that. So he made the prophecy. And why was my creation so unlikely? Well that goes back to my creators(parents). You see my creators were a very unlikely couple. My sire(father) was a seeker, and my carrier(mother) was a cyber cat. No not a pet cat you would think of , but a Intelligent femm with cyber cat CNA. She could transform in to a cyber lion and could stand in bipedal form. Now anyone who knows anything about the two species knows that seekers and cyber cats do not get along. Why? Because seekers are known to be loud sociable flyers with big egos. While cyber cats are known for being more solitary and quite. Along with a whole number of other things that don't match the two species. But against all odds some how the two came together and created me.
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Novastrike's carrier's cyber cat mode. Only she had blue Optics.
When I came online(to life) Primus touched me and gave me amazing gifts. What those gifts are I will reveal another time but for now know that I was to be very important even if I didn't know it at the time. In fact just how important I would become would not be revealed until much later. I grow up just as any other sparkling did. Except for occasionally being picked on for my ears and tail. Not many other cybertroneans have them like I do. I didn't mind though. I grow up in the city of Viose (sorry if I didn't spell it right or if I got the city wrong. I'm not very familiar with cybertrons city's.) the city of the seekers, because of my sire. Many looked down on my carrier and me both literally and figuratively. You see many seekers are tall and my carrier was small, not necessarily sort just small. And the fact they could fly where my carrier could not didn't help either. Many did not favor my carrier or me because of what we were. Never the less my sire and carrier gave me the best life they could for a middle class unit(family). It wouldn't be until I was about six in human terms of age that how special I was would come to light. Literally to light.
At that time the war has started and everything around us was falling apart. My carrier and I had to move to a different city for my protection and carrier took up a job as a medic in the temple of Primus to help heal the wounded. The temples lower levels were converted to a large med bay(hospital). No mater what fraction you were from all was welcomed to rest and heal and to seek guidance from Primus as long as you swore before Primus the peace of the temple will be upheld. All personnel that worked or served in the temple was granted safe sanctuary with there family's in the temples walls.
