Author's note: The OC in this fic is not mine but Sovaaun's. It was a gift to her.
Her optics were cold, yet firm. Her armor was black, but sleek. She was a rebel, and yet he was weak to her appearence. The vice commander kept an eye on her as she helped the other trainees. Optimus had hired her to go into battle, but the very same day, Smokescreen had called needing help with the students.
The rebeled femme volunteered to go in for them. She was not an autobot, but she knew the ways. Though one would think that it'd be a hard task to train a student that was not of your own alliance, she made it look easy, all most like she was an autobot. It was hard to accept her as a rebel at all, watching her.
After the hour's training, Optimus had asked for the rebel to work with himself and the vice leader. She agreed and took target training, sparring and a few driving tests. As a model 2005 Toyota Prius, it wasn't that hard, but she did not fair well in speed. That was her only qui