years after the war, in the transformers earth city and when primes were not great leaders anymore, a civilian colonist turned prime must rise to the challenge to solve a series of sudden murders. Creation of ice inferno/snowstorm prime goes fully to Jackspicerchase on deviatntart, who I have permission from to use write about her character. A great artist who created the OC this is based on. Full credit goes to her and please check out her other works. Please comment/review-I love feedback The snow began to thicken on the city of New Cybertron, but that's just what Snowstorm Prime loved. She felt so out of her element in the city, and further so from her comfort zone in leadership. She savored the days like these, the rare moments where she could relax. The cold weather was barely registered on her thermometers, nothing like the storms she had back home. She headed out in her alt mode, a plowed pickup truck, and began helping the residents with clearing the snow from the street. Her plow helped clear the main roads, while she watched happily as other bots shoveled and scrapped to clear the entrances to their buildings and the public walk ways. This sort of work was her true purpose, her original job and, if she was being honest, her vise. She took comfort in the everyday work she once spent megacycles dedicated to. Those days, long ago, when she was just known as Ice Inferno; she longed for the far gone days as a nobody laborer, a cybertronian civilian on an alien world. Her daily grind gave her purpose, one that she knew well. That all changed when she was "chosen" by the matrix of leadership. The relic of primehood had been passed down from leader to leader for over a million steller cycles. At the start of that time, most knew its most prominent bearer optimus prime, commander of the autobots. In the many years of the great war, the matrix was passed between great leader to great leader. But after cybertron itself withered, the war ebbed into a long stalemate and finally to not but a weak ideological feud. Within that long span, the matrixes power, and the prominence of its bearers, diminished. None of its bearers in the last thousand steller cycles or so ever even found themselves reformatted by its presence. As the number of great leaders and warriors in the galaxy dwindled, the matrix passed continually from lesser soldiers, to bots of no standing or glory and even among ordinary bots and civilians; nobodies. Though many still valued the honor it represented, it no longer held the sway or greatness it once held over the masses. Those who were granted it were always treated with respect or given some social standing, but it rarely marked the makings of a great leader anymore. That was where Ice Inferno got the short end of the energon rod. A ship of traders arrived on her colony and one older bot of the crew was the current bearer of the matriz. either by its influence or knowing he was not long for this life, he chose to hand it over to her. Of its own accord it presented itself to Ice Inferno, and quite reluctantly, she accepted in unto herself. She felt no change in herself and continued her life like normal. When her colony diminished, they decided to leave and join the collective transformer refuge that had been founded on earth. When her ship arrived on earth in its native year of 2020, they found that the colony had been built from the remains of the battle worn fortress of autobot city. Now rebuilt and expanded into a true city, it also incorporated the deactivated base modes of titans Metroplex and trypticon. The majority of its population was made up of refugees from Paradron, Junk and the various scattered, unaligned colonies. There were actually a very small number autobots, and even fewer decepticons, living in the city; many had perished in the long war. That's when everything fell apart for her. Windblade, one of the representatives of the council that lead the city, greeted them and gave them a tour. Unfortunately, that lead them through the command center, and as they were shown it, it reacted to her, or rather the matrix's, presence and spurred a security crisis. That was where her life fell apart, in her eyes at least. She was from then on dubbed by the traditionalists as Snowstorm prime, a name which she didn't really like. She went on for sometime trying to fight the rename but eventually gave up. She was immediately welcomed, to some degree, by the civilians, as it had been years since a prime had been so prominent. Her friends and those that were like family to her grew distant; they never looked at her the same way again, which killed her. As indecision amongst the new council kept the city from fast advancement, they chose to make a change and, against protests, mainly her own, named her speaker of the council and de-facto leader of the whole colony. In her new role she was charged with protection and leadership of the city, acting as the final word amongst the council, ruling over and passing judgment over guilty parties and managing relations with the humans. It was all far too overwhelming for her and a terrible burden but she could not refuse or decline, not with so many looking to her for guidance. None had ever looked at her like they did. After a long hard day of work, which she truly enjoyed, she transformed and surveyed her handiwork. She was slightly taller than the average bot, and had a somewhat bulky frame, at least for a typical femme; she was built to withstand extreme conditions afterall. Her armor was mostly sky blue with white highlights and scattered light blue and red details. She had pointed audio receptors "ears" on each side of her helm and a red visor. Her plow split to sit on the front of each of her shoulders, which had given her some trouble with standard sized doors for as long as she could remember. She kicked a bit of the snow absentmindedly as she was lost in thought and contemplated going for a walk when she got a call. "snowstorm prime ma'am, we have a serious situation" jazz reported "what is it jazz?" she groaned, exasperated "we need you downtown in the fast lane, there…" he trailed off She felt concerned, jazz was skilled but rarely so serious; that was one of the main reasons she had named him head of the security force. "what is it jazz?" "prime, there's been a murder, actually, there's been two" She froze, unable and unsure how to act; such a serious occurrence had not happened in the time she was prime, and from her understanding, not for many years before that. "I'll…I'll be right there jazz. Send me the coordinates" she stammered out "will do prime. I've taken the liberty of bringing in the whole force to secure the area and keep to many bots from finding out" "good...that's good. Thank you jazz" As the line went dead, she found she was staggering blankly down the road rather than driving, completely overwhelmed. She never comprehended that she would have to ever deal with such a crisis. She knew she was not made to be a prime and now everyone else would see it to, with a double homicide occurring under her tenure of leadership. She imagined a mob marching on the command tower and demanding the matrix be ripped from her chest. She glanced over and saw a bot she recognized as being from her colony. He was window shopping with what looked to be a young female protoform. Since their exposure to human society, cybertronians had absorbed some of its more stable concepts, families being the most prominent. They looked so happy and at peace. She remembered than that those were the reasons she persisted in her role; to protect those that had put their trust in her. After the hard slap across the face she gave herself to get her out of her daze, she transformed and took off towards the crime scene. She arrived in less than 20 minutes, and saw how the security force had indeed blocked the area off. Luckily jazz was good at thinking on his feet that it had been done in a way that did not attract to much attention. The security force let her through and jazz lead her to the site of the crime. The security force was primarily made up of autobots and decepticons who were still looking to use their combat skills from the war. Some were just looking to still have some measure of power and though they were in an age of peace, there were always troubles that needed some force. The force was comprised of autobots chromia, cliffjumper, arcee, springer, powerglide, pipes, nightbeat, strongarm, sideswipe, sundtreaker and decepticons barricade, swift, rumble, frenzy, vortex, breakdown, snaptrap, demolishor and many colonists, as well as the new rookie officer megaplex. As they made their way, suddenly a commotion from behind started as two bots forced their way through the barricade. Snowstorm sighed as she saw who they were as they both rushed over to her. "drift, lancer, glad you could make it" she huffed "of course, my prime. Our duty is to ensure your protection" drift nodded Both bots had sworn themselves as her body guards when she became prime. Lancer was eager to please but otherwise professional, though drifts religious beliefs could be taxing at times. Both were bots that stuck to melee weapons so they had the look of the job down. Before they could proceed they were suddenly ambushed by the true bane of her leadership; the media. Blaster, an autobot and public broadcaster, aided by his mini-con partners and walking cameras eject and rewind, suddenly appeared in her way. They were also joined by the 3 bot form of reflector, a decepticon who had also found success in news broadcasting; his ability to be in 3 places at once also proved a benefit for his reporting. They ambushed her with questions and inquiries regarding the deaths. If any group were the most undermining to her as prime, though usually inadvertently, it was them. Thankfully, before she could get misquoted or lead in the wrong direction, jazz had them escorted away. "I got you prime. Please, the victims are right over here" As they walked, barricade made a move hit drift with his shoulder and the two shared a tense glare before moving along. She had taken notice that many decepticons, but most prominently barricade, showed disdain for drift. He must haver been an infamous autobot during the war. She was lead to the grisly sight of the two bodies, both with many deep gashes and wounds. Both were faded grey, indicating they were clearly deceased. Mixed energon from both bodies was splashed everywhere; Snowstorm didn't have to be a forensics expert to tell this was a sloppy butchering job. "do we know anything about the victims?" she asked "the big one is an autobot named bulkhead, the femme is a con called slipstream" jazz reported "so it was a faction feud then?" she asked "no, unfortunately. That is what we originally thought but after some examination, we found that the injuries on both bots match, and neither was capable of inflicting them" barricade reported "so we have two victims and a murderer on the loose" "yup, two factions and a 3rd party were involved here" "this just keeps getting better and better. Do you have any leads?" "here" barricade pointed They looked to see watery foot prints leading away from the scene but they dried up half way down an ally. "I want a full sweep of the area and investigation. Question and bring in any suspicious bots and follow any leads, understand. I will not have a killer loose in this city and threatening our citizens" "yes prime" they saluted Snowstorm and her body guards turned and left, escorted by some of the security force back to the command tower. As the rest of the team began the investigation and clean up, chromia and barricade met with jazz on his orders. "so sir, where should we start?" "I suggest we scope out the radicals on each side" As the prime and her escorts drove down the freshly plowed road, she looked to lancer. "please message the council members that I am calling an emergency meeting"