Dusk and Dawn.... Book 1

The lost one

Sitting awkwardly againt the dusty wall, the intruder swiftly stood up, startled. Artorias looked at her puzzled, the small purple femme seemed oddly familar, but who was she? She had two guns and a sword hanging off her back, and an odd looking cannon with what looked like green bullets cliped on the sides. Picking up her shield that leaned against the wall, she said, smiling softly

"Thank you Brains."

"Always a pleasure Dusk." Answered back Brains.

"Hold on there." Said Ironhide "You know her? You traiter! I'll...."

Artorias interrupted "Easy, Ironhide. Let Dusk and Brains tell their tale of woe." Dusk sighed, then said, collecting her thoughts

"I don't remember who I was.... or am. One day, I just awoke... to remember nothing."

Artorias asked "Were you terrified?" He sat next to Dusk and Brains, and sheathed his greatsword. Ironhide grumbled something; he remained standing, looking down at the trio with somewhat curious optics.

"No, I don't know what I felt... I guess surprised is the closest." She answered.

Ironhide interrupted "Let's go back to the main room, Ratchet and the others...."

"Can Dusk finish..."

"No she can not. Optimus needs to know we have the..." he paused "... thing under control."

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Back in the main room, Ratchet was keeping an optic on his console, he turned around once he heard footsteps approach.

"Ratchet, meet Dusk." Artorias pointed toward the human-sized Autobot. Ratchet knelt down to get a better look at the young Dusk.

"So, you were the one who shot down the cameras? And somehow got past the North Gate?"

Dusk shrugged "It was easy."

Optimus, Crosshairs, and Bumblebee entered the main room.

"Well, well, well...." said Crosshairs. Ratchet stood and went back to his console, trying to seem uninterested. Optimus halted once his optics laid upon the purple Autobot, a rare look of surprise dominated his faceplate.

"Dawn?" He whispered. Dusk-err-Dawn looked at him with confused white optics; Prime gently lifted the little one close to his face.

"My name... is.. is Dusk...." stammered Dusk. Optimus's faceplate almost allowed a small smile to slip past his guard.

"What happened to you, my little angel? My sweet little sparkling...."

"WHAT?" Shouted Ratchet "Are... are you serious?" Optimus nodded.

"So Optimus.... what femme..." Brains couldn't finish. With a swoosh, he sailed across the room.

Artorias snarled "Shut your stupid little mouth Brains!" Everyone seemed to forget about the tiny pest, and turned their attention back to father and daughter.

"Who is my mother?" Dusk asked. Prime sighed deeply, sorrow filled his old optics.