Chapter 1 Delta “Here I am, lying in a ditch while my Elita1 risks her life on the battlefield. I should be out there helping her, but my leg injury is too severe. Slaggit.” The young Autobot just laid there for what seemed like an eternity. Then suddenly a Decepticon burst out from seemingly nowhere and aimed his blaster directly at Delta’s face. “Go ahead, I dare you!” challenged the Autobot. The Decepticon fired his blaster…..and missed pointblank! With a look of disgust, Delta brought out his arm cannons and shot the ‘con right in the chest. He then got up and began to limp away. “Guess I should expect that kind of crap from a Decepticon named Misfire…” he thought to himself. As Delta was limping away, he ran into his partner, Elita1. She looked mad. “What the slag are you doing out of the safety zone?!” she demanded. “You could’ve been seriously hurt!” Suddenly, another Decepticon, Spinister, snuck up behind Elita1 and grabbed her. Delta merely smiled slightly and cocked his gun. With a loud blast, Spinister fell to the ground, and Elita1 was free. “Yeah, yeah, the irony isn’t lost on me, Delta. Now if you’re going to be stubborn and not stay put, you might as well help me find those hostages.” The pair made their way across the battleground in search of these five hostages, only to be constantly attacked and ambushed by random Decepticons. Finally they found what they thought was an abandoned fortress. They took shelter in it to rest and recover for a short time. “This is fraking insane Delta. How important are these hostages anyway? From what I gather, they were just ordinary working bots.” “Sigh. Elita, you seem to have lost sight of the fact that they’re fellow Cybertronians. And as the Commander says, ‘Freedom is the right of all sentient be—‘” “I know, I know. It all just seems so ridiculous though, doesn’t it? We’re out here risking our lives for some unknown hostages that—“ Elita1 was cut off by the sound of the fortress they were in transforming! Giant robot bits were moving around, shifting, turning, until finally the fortress took on the monstrous shape of Trypticon! “Frak. Elita, we gotta get out of here!” The two transformed into their vehicle modes but were quickly grabbed up by the Decepticon giant. He swallowed them both whole. The two plunged into the depths of Trypticon, and then hit the ground hard. Both of them struggled a little to get back up. Then Delta heard a voice. “Who’s there?!” Then another. “Help us!” Could it be the hostages? Delta scrambled to his feet and, forgetting about Elita1, began searching around inside of Trypticon. He tried his beast to follow the sounds of the voices he heard, but it was fairly difficult. “Hello? Is anyone there?” he asked. He got a quite, barely audible response. “H-heeeeeeeeellllllllp usssssssss……” Delta transformed once again to his vehicle mode and raced to find where the voices were coming from. Then he saw them. Five Cybertronians, bound and with their limbs removed. They were in pain, and crying out to him. “Hold on guys, I’ll get you freed in no time!” promised Delta. He began reassembling them, untying them, and generally trying to calm the frantic group down! “Ohmygoodnessyou’remyherothankyouthankyouthankyou!” said a certain Fembot. “I wonder if she knows Blurr,” Delta thought to himself. “Delta! Where are you?!” Then Delta remembered that he had left Elita1 behind. Hopefully the fact that he found the hostages would make her a little less angry at him. “What the slag, Delta?!” She was definitely mad at him. “First you disobeyed my orders to stay put even though you knew you were injured, and now you just left me behind while you wandered off!” “Elita, I’m sorry, okay? At least I found the captives.” “And that justifies leaving me behind inside of Trypticon?!” The two continued to argue while the captives just sat there and watched. It was actually quite entertaining to them. Then one of the captives spoke up. It was a young Fembot named Chromia 2. “Guys? IreallyreallyreallythinkweshouldfindawayoutofthisplaceI’mgettingreallyreallynervous!” “She’s right, Elita. We have to find a way out of this monster. Thank goodness Trypticon isn’t an organic…..” Delta commanded everyone who had weapons to begin blasting at the walls of the giant Decepticon. It seemed to be working. Elita 1 then began trying to climb her way out. She fell almost instantly. “Ouch! Hey, I don’t suppose any of you captives can fly?” “Uhhhh, I can!” replied the Autobot known as Windstorm. Windstorm changed into a Cybertronian copter and then took off with most of the captives, and Elita 1. “Don’t worry about me guys! I’ll try to take care of Trypticon from the inside!” Delta yelled up to the group. Windstorm flew out of Trypticon’s mouth and set the other captives down. Elita 1, however, demanded that he bring her back to Delta. He wasn’t so sure about doing that though. Meanwhile, Delta searched for the spark of Trypticon. “I’ve been waiting to blow some crap up. It’s been a long day,” Delta thought to himself. He came upon a huge glowing crystal, and he instantly knew that this was Trypticon’s spark. He extended his arm cannons and held them both right up to the giant spark. And of course, Delta knew that there were risks involved in what he was about to do. Blowing up a spark this big could not only kill Trypticon, but the blast could kill him as well! “This is so gonna be worth it,” were Delta’s last words before his world went black. Trypticon exploded, sending Delta flying a great distance. Elita 1 watched in absolute horror as giant pieces of the Decepticon crashed to the ground and Delta fell quickly to the ground. “Delta, no! Someone, get a medic, fast!” Elita 1 shouted. The young Autobots scrambled to find help for Delta, and after what seemed like an eternity, a medic finally arrived. “Hello, my name’s Rachet. What’s the problem?” “It’s my friend, Delta. He’s been hurt. I don’t know if he’ll make it!” cried Elita. “He seems pretty banged up, but I’ll see what I can do. In the meantime, I think you all should return to the Autobot HQ. Prime will sure be glad to know that the hostages have been saved.” The bots slowly traveled back to the Headquarters, injured and very frightened. Rachet kept scanning over Delta to find out how to fix him, but there was something strange about him. “Elita, if what you tell me is true, this young bot should be dust right now, and yet I still detect signs of spark activity!” “So what are you saying, Doctor?” “I’m saying this Delta guy is no ordinary bot. He’s, to borrow a quote from the Commander, made of sterner stuff. “ Meanwhile, inside Delta’s subconscious, a voice speaks to him. “Delta……….” “Who’s there?!” he demanded. Delta could feel a presence. It was so strange, yet so welcoming. Unnerving, yet calming. “Who are you?” “I am your creator, and you are my creation. I have a purpose for you. Do you ever wonder how you can take so many hits yet still function?” “W-wait, you’re—“ “Yes.” “And you say I have a purpose? Oh, please don’t tell me you’re gonna be a cryptic and make me find out for myself. Just tell me!” “Delta, my child, where’s the fun in that? Now I promise you that all will be revealed in due time. And in the meantime, I shall be with you and watch over you.” “Thanks…I guess.” “Now, I believe it is time for you to wake up. You have work to do, starting with those Autobots you rescued.” “The captives? What do you want me to do with them? Primus?! Primus!” Delta then woke up, feeling slightly disoriented but with a sense of purpose. He stood up (with some effort) and began searching for Elita1. His whole life would change drastically in the next couple days, and he knew it.