Ok then, I would like to be an Autobot that turns into a race truck that is basically an intelligent and funny wise-a** please.
AWESOME DUDE! Uhh...if I can come up with some good jokes, but sure! Thanks! I will keep up the good work...for everyone!!! Yes, you may, my dear friend! Sure dude!
Now that the very beginning has been told, I now ask you if you know on just who or what Ironhide and Chromia are talking about. Can you guess? If you can guess then post it. Please?
ME! LOL kidding... Maybe as IronJazz said, a baby? Or perhaps Arcee or Elita 1? But most likely someone very close to them... IT'S NOT ME IS IT?
YOU ARE JOKING RIGHT!?!?! LOL looks like Thunder has a problem with identifying GENDER but I DON'T WANNA BE A GIRL!
definitely sounds like a daughter figure. btw, I would like to be a triple changer - tank and jet please. Gender - don't really care. Faction - up to you, if you need characters to even the numbers
LOL so I'm gonna be Ironhide and Chromia's weedle boy? On one side it sounds pretty awesome, on the other end, it feels kinda wierd... I'm gonna stick with awesome...
Chapter 1 The very first thing that he remembered seeing was a very tall and masculine figure. As the figure leaned forward to look at him better, he instinctively lashed out with a small foot. "Woah! You're fiesty already, now aren't you, little guy?" The deep rumbling voice was comforting and a sense of gratitude washed over him. His vision soon cleared and he gazed around the Medical Bay. But he did not know the name of it yet. But he seemed to have a sense of what it was used for. But that was when the red and blue figure scooped him up in its', no his, gigantic arms. However, a beautiful blue and chrome figure caught his young optic sensors. As he turned his head to see the figure better, a smell of death wafted up to his nostrils. His eyes opened wide as he realized that this was his mother. And that his mother was dead. "Hey Ratchet! What should I name my son?" The huge mech startled him, so that he jerked his head around to see a slightly shorter, but still somewhat stockier, yellow figure approach. "Well what was the first thing he has done since he was born Optimus?" In a rumbling voice, Ratchet answered the mech's question. He now knew the name of his father. Optimus, he thought. It has a ring to it. A thoughtful look was in his eyes. OPTIMUS PRIME'S P.O.V. My son already has a thoughtful look in his eyes. He has not yet cried, like other newborn sparklings do, I thought. Strange as it may seem, I have a sense, a feeling, that he will be important. So now I contiue to mull over this. Well until the Autobot's Medical Officer, Ratchet, interrupts my train of thought. And runs it off its' rails. NORMAL P.O.V. That was when he decided to try his limits, maybe even push beyond them. So the unnamed sparkling shifted his weight, which caused Optimus Prime to look down to the young son in his huge arms. "He's gone! My son is gone!" Prime roared aloud in both panic and rage. "IDIOT! HE IS ON YOUR HEAD MODULE!" Ratchet roared back at the frantic father. Optimus stopped and felt the top of his head until he found the black and silver kid. He then pulled him off the top of his head. "Well that just about answers the question about naming him!" The grizzled Medic 'Bot chuckled heartily at the antics of his Leader's son. RATCHET'S P.O.V. Though young he may be, I have a feeling that I may already know his name. And now I wonder if the kid should be named something tough like Armoredgun or something like that, anyways. "Watch hi-"I stopped mid-sentence because the sparkling already fell from the Prime's arms. But the kid just got up and started trying to run off on his very short and stubby legs. "By the Great Matrix, that is one strong sparkling Prime!" Gasping in disbelief, I just stood by my leaders' now deceased Sparkmate, whose body lay on the table. NORMAL P.O.V. He struggled to move forward on his legs. By now he had gotten into the main room of base, where he surprised Road Rage and Optimegatron, plus a few others. "Woah there, cowboy! Where in the world do ya think you're going?" A pair of arms scooped him up. He saw a flash of pink and white and realized with a jolt that he already knew who this was, despite being a few cycles old. This must be Arcee! he thought excitedly. His body started to quiver in anticipation of being hugged by the nice femme. Both his father and the medic came running in, panting and gasping for breath, with their hands now on their knees. "He's a speedy little sucker now ain't he Prime?" Ratchet growled half-heartedly. "Yes, he already is. Like Ironhide. Like his real father." This last sentence was whispered softly, as if it were a great secret. But the unnamed youngling squirmed in Arcee's grip until he got loose, fell to the ground, and started stumbling towards Optimus.