Chapter 1

Well, would ya look at that? The inspiration stick whacked me on the head once again. I decided to make my new OC part of the IDW universe cause I felt like there weren't enough fanfics on it so here ya go. 

I don't own the original of the transformer on the cover, that one belongs to @Immortal-Strike on Pinterest. I tried (and failed) to draw Radiowave and this was the closest I could find to what I wanted. I made a lot of tweaks to suit her better but as I said, it's not originally mine, all credit goes to Immortal-Strike.

Hope you enjoy :).

Warnings: heavy gore right off the bat so this is not for the faint-hearted. If you've read the IDW comics, you know this ain't gonna be a picnic. You've been warned.

My optics flew open as I came out of stasis and a small beeping went off somewhere to my left. I look around and find I'm in some kind of escape pod. At first, I was confused as to how I got there. Why wasn't I home?

The realisation hit me hard but there was no time to ponder it.

I look out the small window in front of my face and see what looks like a planet, its surface is nothing but rock and water.

Fans start kicking in somewhere above me and the space starts shuddering vigorously, causing me to jump and hit my elbow. I've never been in this situation before, but I'm not stupid. I know I've entered the planet's orbit and am currently making a fiery descent toward the rocky landscape.

I clench my jaw and do my best to brace myself against the capsule's small walls as a screen to my right informs me how far away I am from the surface. My wings are crammed in uncomfortably behind me but at this point, I'd take getting out of this alive over this awkward angle.

The shuddering turns into full-scale, violent convulsing. I'm suddenly scared I'm not going to make it and will get killed in the crash. At least if I do, I'll be able to see my carrier again. The beeping speeds up and I look down to see I'm a mere hundred meters away.

'Primus spare my spark.' I whisper to myself, just before the capsule crashes. Next thing I knew, my helm lurched forward, hitting the glass and I blacked out.

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Images flash in front of my optics at a rapid pace. I feel sick as the scene starts just a few minutes before the attack. 

I was sitting in a large field on a hill overlooking a sparkling lake. I was crossed-legged, quietly strumming the guitar in my lap. It was a song my carrier had taught me when I was younger. It was one she and my sire sang together when they met.

I softly repeated the words and tried to match the notes but grimaced when it sounded off. I had my visor on to record but my mask was down, the gentle breeze brushing my exposed intake and cheeks. I stopped for a moment and gazed across the valley. It was one of those where you could look at it for hours and never get bored.

But little did I ever see it again the moment the ship entered the atmosphere.

It was sleek, white, and spiked. I gawped up, watching it as it flew overhead. I was confused at first, not remembering any ship that looked like that. Maybe it was the mechs that went to fight coming home. The thought then excited me and I slung the guitar over my shoulder and started running.

My pace picked up as I started thinking my sire might be among them. Hope fluttered in my spark at the thought of seeing the bots. Friends and family, finally coming home after all these years. 

Boy did I not know how wrong I was.

I'd managed to get to the top of the hill overlooking the small village. Loads of bots were coming out, all pointing up at the ship. Maybe they knew who they were. I was about to run down when something popped out of the bottom of the vessel.

And then fired at the houses.

Screams echoed up as buildings exploded in swirling infernos, mech desperately trying to flee the attackers. Most ran towards the emergency escape pods but those were taken out immediately.

Bots then scrambled in all directions as the ship extended its landing gear and touched down, its crew coming out almost immediately and gunning everyone in sight. There were only about five of them, but they were massacring anything that moved.

My mask shot up as I barreled through the smoke and ash, ducking behind fallen debris and desperately trying to evade the bots. One glance at them immediately told me they were Decepticons. I ignored them and ran to my house.

It was nothing big, just a simple one, enough to house my carrier and me. A gasp broke through my dermas as I saw them, reduced to rubble. After a quick scratch around, I concluded in relief she hadn't been in there when it was destroyed. It may take a while, but I'd find her. I was about to get up when gunfire blazed overhead and I curled up against the wall, optics squeezed shut and servos clenched over my audio receptors (ears), trying to block out the screams and cries of agony.

Finally, it all stopped, and cruel, raspy laughter cut through the haze, making me turn to see the group of bots gathering in what used to be the middle of our settlement. I snuck up and ducked behind a half-standing wall. My tanks clenched in a tight knot as bodies littered the space around them. I held back a sob, recognizing all of them as family friends, and fellow teenagers. I tore my optics away from them and studied their killers.

There were two massive ones, a slightly smaller one, and then two just a bit taller than me.

The biggest was a grey and cream color and had a red X for an optic and a large hole in his chest with rotating blades inside that dripped with energon.

The second largest was a blue and purple one with spikes on his shoulders and a large tank in his chest, seeming to be glowing red hot. My optics shot to the next bot when a melted servo pressed against the glass.

There weren't many defining features about the smallest one except he was purple and wore a mask. However, the vibe I got from him was something between sadist and psycho.

The one a bit bigger than him was red and yellow with a large fan in his chest and twin Tesla coils on his shoulders, crackling with electricity. I gasped when he turned so I could see his face. Where his optics should have been, were black, empty sockets. I noticed he was holding a chain and followed it to see a mangled turbo fox chewing on someone's severed arm.

Then, there was the last one. Just from his stance, you could tell he was the leader, the way he looked down on the others, even the bots taller than him. His face was hidden by a mask that mimicked the design of the Decepticons logo but what caught my optic was the giant fusion cannon on his arm. 

"Well done there team.'"He congratulated the others, "Made real neat work of 'em."

"What should we do with the stragglers?'"The giant blender asked in a deep voice, "I wanna grind some of them."

My breath caught in my throat when I noticed a group of bound mech off to the side. They were all people I knew, kids and adults alike, over 20 in total. 

"Now now Tesarus," the blue one chided, "Leave some for the rest of us."

"Oh come on Helex," the small red one said, "There's enough for everyone there."

Strangled sounds came from the knot of bots as most of the survivors realized their fates. The purple one then nodded to the two smaller mechs and they both grabbed a gold and blue mech I recognized as Steelspark and dragged him forward.

He screamed and tried to back away but a set of hands grabbed and picked him up. Tesarus gave a wicked grin and his blades started picking up speed. I sat there, horrified as I watched him push Steelspark through, legs first. His screams echoed all around me but I was frozen, unable to move or look away while his body was reduced to a bloody mess.

"Who's next?" The mech asked. 

Everything was a living nightmare after that. One by one, bots were taken forward, tortured, and killed in numerous different ways. They were pulverized, melted, electrocuted, or had their faces mangled. Ya turns out the smallest one doesn't have a face. It's a fragging mask with spikes that he makes others wear.

All of them, Nitrocharge, Cog, Scatterclaw, Vicefist, Ace, Stampede, and Crossraider got ground up. Some of my closest friends were there as well, Skyraid, Outburst, Voltage, Remix, and Stormrunner, all of whom I watched die.

I witnessed Roughcut and Aeroburn get smelted into puddles, Ripways and Trooper get electrocuted to death, Spotlight, Torrent, and Flinch all forced to eat their processors, Shamble and Deepline get their faces mutilated and then both stabbed, all while their leader, Tarn I heard someone call him, played some stupid classical music.

I sat there, shaking and utterly helpless as they were murdered right before my very optics. Tears streamed down my face as their screams echoed all around me. All I could do was watch this genocide and be transfixed in horror.

It continued for about half an hour and during that time, I didn't move a muscle. I just waited, arms hung uselessly by my sides, praying for the nightmare to end.

But it just got worse when the last bot came forward. It was a femme with a turquoise and white color scheme, wings that went out to the side, and fins on her forearms. I recognized who it was immediately, after all, everyone said I looked so much like my carrier.

My breathing became labored as I watched her get pushed into the middle of the circle where she collapsed onto her knees, staring at the ground. "Whaddya wanna do with this one?" The red one, Kaon, asked. 

"Since she's the last, I say we let Tarn have 'er.'"Helex said, crossing his smaller pair of arms.

The purple me stepped forward and knelt by her, "Let's do this." He said, lifting her chin so she was looking at him, "I heard you calling to someone earlier, Radiowave was it? Mind telling me who that is?"

My carrier just glared at him, refusing to say anything.

The smaller purple mech came up and said something in a language I didn't understand. 

Tarn then laughed, "You're right Vos! She bares the signs of a carrier." He observed, "That means your kids around here somewhere?"

"I'd say they're still alive." Kaon said, "No carrier would be this calm if their sparkling had just died."

Her optics widened as she realized her mistake of trying to be tough. 

"How about this?" Tarn offered, "Silverstream I heard someone yell. You tell us where the kid is and we'll let you go?"

I noticed something started changing with his voice as he talked. It was syncing with the rhythm of the music, hindering and gradually getting softer. I soon realized my spark was beating at a less rapid pace, slowing with his tone. I clasped my servos over my audio receptors and hummed, blocking out the sounds. I only took them off when I could feel my pulse hammering again.

I looked back to see them still talking. I assumed by Tarn's pissed tone he'd still gotten no answers. 

"Fine then." He said, "Since you're the last, we'll demonstrate a bit of every method to you."

My optics widened as Kaon transformed into what I recognized as an electric chair.

Anger started boiling up when the leader roughly grabbed my carrier by the shoulders and dragged her over to the chair. She struggled and her pedes dug into the dirt in protest but he kept going.

Knowing I had to do something, I looked around desperately for a weapon. My optics landed on a long pole so I picked it up and held it like a sword. My legs trembled as I got up but I persevered nonetheless.

With all of them focused on my carrier, none of them noticed me creeping up to the side of the group. "Now, let's get started," Tarn said and attempted to force her down. 

"NO!" I yelled and thrust my palm out at the chair.

The air around me pulsed and sound waves blasted out my servos, hitting Kaon and sending him flying, transforming as he tumbled. The purple mech turned as I jumped. I roared and brought the pipe down, driving it straight into his shoulder.

He cried out and instinctively dropped my carrier. I landed and grabbed her arm, pulling her away from them. 

"Radio! What are you doing here?" She yelled desperately as we ran. 

"I'm not leaving you!" I responded and turned a corner, "We're getting out of this together!"

I heard the sound of a cannon powering up behind us and pushed her out of the way just as a shot blasted where she was standing. I clenched my jaw as it hit and took off a small chunk of my left wing but kept running.

"We need to stop." Silverstream called, "You're hurt." 

"It's fine!" I yelled back, "The bleeding is not too bad and I don't think we have time to stop. We can fix it when we're safe."

A soft smile appeared on her face as we approached the trashed escape pods, "You're just like your sire you know that?"

I grinned under my mask and stopped by the rubble, "Tell him that when we find him."

We rummaged as quickly as we could through the pile. "Over here!" She called. 

I looked back in the Decepticon's direction but no one had pursued us yet. That gave me no relief but my mask and visor still automatically slid up, exposing my face.

I ran over to my carrier and saw her clearing away some debris covering two slightly dented but still intact pods. She opened both of them as well as a compartment on the side of one. She then walked around me and unhooked something off my shoulder. My guitar. I'd completely forgotten I'd had it.

She put the instrument in and then closed it before taking my servo and bringing me toward the pod. 

"In here." She guided me, "It's a tight fit, but it'll protect you." 

"Wait," I said and grabbed her servo, "What about you?"

She smiled and brushed my cheek, "I'll be right beside you." She said, "Here, I'll be with you no matter where we are." She reached around her neck and took off the necklace she always wore before placing it around my own. 

It was the last gift she had received from my sire.

She then gently pried my grip off and helped me into the pod, tucking my injured wing in comfortably before stepping back, the capsule's door closed and locked me in. I pressed my servo against the glass and pointed at the pod beside me.

She nodded and her servo went up, pressing against mine on the other side. We exchanged one last smile before she dropped it, set a timer on the keyboard, and went over to the other one. 

"This is it." I thought, "We're gonna make it."

Famous last words

Another blast was fired, this time it hit the pod and made it explode, throwing my carrier back. I pressed against the small window, trying to see what was happening.

My spark stopped when I saw Tarn and his gang walking towards us, his cannon smoking. He picked up and threw Silverstream to the ground. I screamed and pounded against the glass as he shot at her, hitting her abdomen.

Kaon's creepy opticless face gave me a wicked grin through the glass and he tapped mockingly on it. Vos went and stopped the launch sequence, making me watch the horror.

I'll spare you, dear readers, the details, but the scene I witnessed that day would forever haunt me. I watched them torture my carrier in every way they could. And once again, all I could do was beg and watch.

When they finally finished, Silverstream was lying in a puddle of energon on the ground, moments away from death. I was sobbing my spark out at this point, pressing myself against the door and delivering weak punches.

The cons all gathered around the window and peered in at me. Vos said something in his ineligible words and Tesarus and Helex both grinned and gripped the sides of the door, threatening to bust it open.

The metal crunched like clay under their servos but I didn't even care at this point. I stared blankly out at them. Tarn saw my emotionless gaze and stopped them.

"Let her go." I heard him say, "We'll find her later. You can't take anything from someone who has nothing left to lose."

With that, Vos leaned down on the keypad and typed in a launch sequence. My optics filled with more tears as I realized they were letting me go.

"Please no," I whispered, wanting nothing more than to fade away at this point. 

Helex waved mockingly at me, "See you soon." He grinned as the pod powered up and prepared to launch.

My servo shook against the window as they prepared to watch me depart. I took one last desperate look down at my carrier. I started bawling my optics out again when I saw her mangled remains, the remnants of her face displaying pure sorrow and a tear leaked out what used to be her optic.

"Find your sire." Her voice drifted into my helm, "Find him."

"Carrier!" I screamed and hit the glass. 

"I love you my sweet spark." Her final words echoed and then faded before the pod rocked and I was shot into the atmosphere.

I had just entered the thermosphere when a sharp pain pierced my spark. I knew she was gone but still denied it, clutching the necklace in hopes she would meet me wherever I was about to end up.

Mechanical sounds sounded all around the space and I felt my optics grow heavy as it implemented forced stasis. I glanced down one more time at the place I called home, its once lush green and blue surface was now a swirl of blacks, reds, and oranges.

Tarn had said he'd wait till I'd made myself a new home and family. I shook my helm and a tear rolled down my faceplate, "No more ties." I made myself a promise, "You can't take what I don't have."

I slid my mask down and visor up, covering my tear-stained face.

With that, I allowed myself to slip into the darkness, welcoming the relieving sound of silence.

So this is my new book... would ya look at that there's just as much angst and sorrow as my first one. I swear when I thought about this it wasn't this level of depression :|.

SoundStorm