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Old 02-27-2012, 01:08 PM   #1
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The Fire Burns Black

Okay, I have named my story. Next I am going to post chapters so that they are easier to find. remember, I will always go back and add or fix something in my stories. Plus I will PM you on an updating of our story line.

Prologue: Page 1

Chapter 1: Page 1

Chapter 2: Page 1


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Old 02-27-2012, 01:12 PM   #2
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Prologue

Glittering green eyes gazed up at the twinkling stars and the beautiful, full moon that shone above. Sweet smelling rosebushes and long weeping branches of willows trees made an almost perfect circle around the small glade. And in the center of the quiet glade was a mysterious, yet elegant black figure with a massive muscle-bound body. The mist shrouding the black cat shaped figure did nothing but add to the mysteriousness of the creature.

However, a strange scent was bourne to her on the warm midsummer breeze. It was a scent that would have caused her to bristle if she had been born a flesh-and-blood creature, and not a Transformer.

She rose slowly to her paws, as though her metal joints were hurting her. Her tail curled up over her back in a question mark shape. It was a habit she had developed as a sparkling.

SHING!

Her claws were out and she took up a defensive position in the small glade's center. Broad shoulders squared but lowered, hindlegs bunched, ears flat against head, fangs bared in a silent snarl, green optics narrowed to slits, and her long, long tail lashing from left to right as she waited for the unfamiliar newcomer.

That was when a powerful black and silver shape was revealed from the concealing trees and bushes. The tange of smoky gunpowder reached her already twitching nostrils. Her ears flicked up and she immediately let her body relax. All except her muscular hindquarters.

"Ironhide! Is that really and truly you?" A loud and soothing purr burst from her throat as she pounced on the powerful figure and bowled him over playfully.

With a flexible leap, she did a double twist and landed safely on her paws. As Ironhide got up, she waited with beautiful emerald green eyes watching his every move, her cat eyes slitted like saucers seen from the side.

However, when Ironhide was on his feet again, the black femme cat's head was drooping and her massive shoulders were sagging. But that wasn't the worst part that he saw in front of him. His love's unusually long silver-tipped tail was curled around her belly in a backwards C-shape.

Looking down at the pure black femme Autobot, Ironhide spoke in a rumbling, yet tender, voice.

She looked up into his sky-blue eyes for that horrible answer that she already knew. Yet she found only sadness and regret shining in them.

"Did you get him to a safe place? A place where he will not be harmed by my Commander?" There was pain, regret, rage, and worry in her voice as she asked her mate that worried question.

"Yes...He is in a safe place where he will not be injured. I made sure of that. I only wish he could have been raised by us, though. My love, my one and only Chromia." The Weapon Specialist kneeled by his Sparkmate and wrapped his strong, muscular arms around her gently.

Chromia buried herself in Ironhide's strong, strong arms. And then they both burst into energon tears.

And yet as I tell this story, you must pay careful attention younglings, for I am old and I am very wise. I have made many mistakes in my lifetime when I was younger. So for now, just watch...and listen to my story.
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Old 02-27-2012, 01:19 PM   #3
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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.
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Old 02-27-2012, 01:20 PM   #4
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Chapter 2

He was 15 years old now. And he was going to find out his origins today, even if shaking his leader by his broad aft shoulders would do it. Why in the world would Prime lie to me? he thought furiously.

"Hey! You! Yeah you, come over here!" The strange, rough-sounding voice was coming from his right flank. All that the black mech did do was come to a halt and turn his head.

"Aren't you Ironhide?" He was now able to see the heavily built figure better. It was a Decepticon! And he knew which one, too. It was Ironjazz! Now his optic sensors bugged out of his head in surprise. Then he started to laugh so hard that his normally sturdy legs collapsed and he went down to the solid concrete floor, where he laid holding his stomach.

IRONJAZZ'S P.O.V.
He certainly looked like Ironhide alright. But Ironhide had been known for never losing his footing, even when he was laughing hard.

"Yo, dude!" I tried to get the massive laughing Autobot's attention. I managed to do so after a few minutes.

After the powerful mech stood up, I realized that my jaw had dropped. Massive muscle-bound body, the broadest set of shoulders ever seen, black and grayish-silver colored, piercing sky-blue optics, weapon specialist, and many scars. I was stunned by the handsomeness of the midnight-colored 'Bot in front of me.

"You are Ironhide right?" I tried asking him again. There was a bit of impatience in my question.

NORMAL P.O.V.
"No, I am not. I do not know my real mother and father." He seemed to snarl his reply.

The 'Con flinched as though he had been struck by a rock. "Well, okay then. But I was never here!" And with that the Decepticon was gone.

But...My name is Ironhide! Ironhide thought anxiously.

Ironhide just shook his head in a very confused manner and started towards his destination again. As soon as he arrived at his leader's door, he hesitated for a moment and then knocked with a slightly trembling hand on his leader's chamber doors.

"Come in!" Came the reply.
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Old 02-28-2012, 02:52 PM   #5
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Old 03-05-2012, 08:47 AM   #6
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