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Author's note: The OC in this fic is not mine but Sovaaun (https://www.deviantart.com/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 aut

Chapter one: The desertlands He was waiting for something. What was he waiting for? And why? The masked Autobot looked out over the bodies of his lost comrades and the  bodies of the decepticons they had been up against. He was alone again the lives  he was supposed to protect were dead. There had been many deaths and many  lives that had only just begun to spark. Why did this sort of thing have to happen  to him? Wreckless moron! Was that true? What Megatron had said seemed to have sunk in the moment he  saw a life of an adolesent laying before him. Dead. As all the others were. Why  did he choose to send so many young lives in? He even