(Flameburst's account)
I remembered waking up, in a cold, dark room. In the room were three other chicks my age. All of which I knew. There was Molten, a Pedadrake - a type of Predacon with no wings. There was Smolder, the daughter of Ignite, who was alpha of the two headed Predacons. And finally there was Firestrike, who was my sister, she's a little bit older than me and wasn't an alpha. I walked over to them to try gain some warmth and, to share mine.
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The four were woken by a loud banging on their stable door. "Come on!' yelled the Sharkticon outside as he violently opened the door, seeing four teenage Predacons huddled in the back corner. "It's sortin' time" he grinned. Again the four had chains tight around their necks, and at this stage they knew not to fight. Although Flameburst hadn't seen sunlight for awhile she knew it had been a few days since the attack, and her capture. When the four and their handlers reached the courtyard outside the very unstable stables, Flameburst then knew where she was. She was outside the very small city of Iacon, which was at the time used by the Primes as their homes. The very few of what the Predacons called new gens had been captured for whatever use. The new gens were Transformers who could choose what they transformed in to, and had no beast like features; Flameburst had only met them on a few occasions.
The four were led to a line of chicks their age, and each chick was told to go a group. There were two groups. One consisted of Predacons of all genders and ages, apart from the newly hatched. The other consisted from all genders and ages, but they all looked rather weak, like they'd put up a long fight but finally gave in. thankfully for the four chicks they were all put together in the stronger looking group, but the looks on some of the adult Predacons faces, told them not to be happy about their new path in life and they soon found out why.
The Quintessions knew that Iacon had a type of data collector under it, which the Primes referred to as Teletraan-1. They wanted to build a tower, which would be used to harvest and transcribe the data, of course the Quintessions would work there, but they didn't have the means of transporting the materials, and after studying the Predacons they came up with the solution of using their strength to drag the materials on tracks. But after only a few hours of this when the Predacons were only a few miles outside of Iacon, Smolder dropped. Her strength had been used up, and none of the Predacons had been given energon in days. No one was too sure why they had stopped, but when the Sharkticons saw her weak,limp frame, venting heavily, they knew they had no option but to carry her.Most of the Predacons had laid down, to catch up on strength. But as theSharkticons began to carry her frame down to the back of the lines everyPredacon saw the reason for the stop, and the resting ones stood up. As the Sharkticons walked back with her frame, each Predacon bowed their head, as a sign of dignity, to say you did your best. And occasionally you heard a grunt saying"thank you" or"I'm sorry". It wasn't until then Flameburst started to doubt her own strength.
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A Predacon's Tale
FanfictionThanks for the 1k+ reads. It means SO much This is my second story, so yeah, advice is wanted. {Only still on Wattpad to show myself how much I've developed} Flameburst has never really had a good childhood with her sire CONSTANTLY training her, an...
