OK so this is my first Transformers fic. So i hope everyone likes it. Also I have a Poll so please have a look and vote. Please Review and tell me what you think.

Important notes:
The Autobots are half human half machine in this. They look like humans eg. size and body shape with their hair colour and/or clothes always matching their colour schemes.
The machine part is the fact they have:
Nanites (microscopic machines in their body assist in healing and control of transformers)
Energon is both their blood and main source of fuel (Blue colour)
Their brains are like processors and their nerves are more like wires but its natural to be born like that to Cybertronians.
And their transformers parts are the machines their kind makes for battle calling them 'Transformers'

Which has two forms Bipedal mode(Arms, legs,body and head) and Alt mode(car form). During battle they stay in the chest area where the "Spark" would be.

The Spark of a Cybertronian will be explained later on.

They will also use the normal transformers jargon (optics, Audios, mech,femme) but will get around to using the "Human version" and they are not human and are not speaking English they are speaking Cybertronian .

They are still Cybertronian they just look more human.

One last thing two "mechs" can have a child as long as one is a "mech carrier"
Anyway onward:

Chapter 1

The day was turning at night as Cybertrons sun had almost completely fallen below the horizon and its two moons were rising.

In a Military base in the north of Cybertron the tension was heavy to all living there. The shift change was just occurring and many were grateful they didn't have night shift.

Some high rating men and women started to walk into a room turning on the lights in order to see better even though many didn't need to.

These were Autobots

All of them had blue eyes caused by altering their nanites slightly but the blue colour was different shades depending on their personality.

Many had battle amour on or comfortable clothes that wouldn't restrict them in a fight. For while they were in a place of statuary, war had changed many of them leaving them with a sense of unease so many felt it was necessary to be ready at all times.

Gathering about a large round table the group of humanoids took their seats knowing by heart where they sat.

Only short greetings were offered as few felt any it necessary with the amount of tension in the air , the tension was thick enough to cut with the swords or knifes or even the guns that many had on their bodies.

They all glanced at the table that was displaying holographic images many were of the planet separated into two colours red and purple or of graphs displaying supplies and targets.

Everyone respectfully raised from their seats as a man entered the room accompanied by a pale woman with short pink hair in battle amour.

With a gesture from the mech those present sat back down into their seats.

Once settled everyone present kept their attention on the tall slightly tan man with deep blue hair and deep cobalt eyes that held wisdom beyond his twenty five year old appearance. He wore royal blue amour with red flame detailing his helmet was recurrently off showing his face that was tired and weary with a three day stubble growing on his chin and cheeks.

"Thank you all for coming, hopefully this won't take long " he spoke up once he and his companion sat in their own seats directly across each other.

"Blaster please replay the message we intercepted form the Decepticons" asked the man.

"Of course Optimus" replied another man trying to be as respectful as possible as he typed on the keyboard projected from the table.
He was raised in the outskirts of Polyhex a city that offered its loyalty to the Decepticons early in the war.
Few Autobots were from there, only at max ten that were truly loyal to the Autobots as many joined only to serve as spies for the Cons.

While the inner districts of the city were cruel and greedy the further on the outskirts you were the better it was. Blaster was one of the lucky ones growing up with kind creators and outside the corruptness of the city, one of his best friends though was not as lucky

He was average height with paleish skin from spending to much time looking at screens and staying inside, few knew though that he was in fact a decent fighter he just preferred to stay were he could do the most damage he could to the opposite forces. His hair was orange with red stripes and extremely messing with his hair going both sides of his head.

He was also a gifted though few knew and that was the way he wanted to keep it.

"We intercepted 'his Transmission from Sounders to Shockwave only three hours prior to 'his meeting" He started "Ah ain't kidding when i say its gross".

The intercepted transmission started to play out. It began with Shockwave detailing his failed experiments on living mechs and occasional femme in detail while his voice remained calm and untroubled, as he described in detailed the deaths of allies and enemies alike.

Many were being to regret refueling before the meeting and it only got worse to most.

"The experiments show promise but they keep off-lining. Although it seems that the younger the subject of the experiment the longer it takes "came Shockwaves monotone voice over the speakers "It would be logical to assume that the younger the subject the more willing the body is to accept the the changes. Which leads me to the point I need a sparking or youngling to complete the experiment. Since it would beneficial to the cause i suggest an Autobot one as they seem to be the only ones left on the planet. Alert Megatron to my request and reply soon, i have other experiments to perform"

Outrage built up around the room as Autobots became angry at the news.

"Enough" commanded Optimus Prime. As soon as he spoke most of the room tried to restrain themselves. "This is why i have gathered all of you especially those with sparklings and younglings we need to plan the next course of action. Prowl, Jazz..." barked Optimus turning to where his second and third normally sat.

He cutting off and blinking twice when he realized that his Third In Command was absent but his Second In Command was were he always was on his right hand side with the Third meant to be sitting on Prowls right. Even though the TIC was really meant to be on the Primes left hand side.

"Prowl where's Jazz?" a hint of worry and concern bleeding into his voice.

Prowl was only slightly older than the Prime at twenty-seven. His hair like most Cybertronians was coloured strangely. The most dominant colour being the black like his amour only at the very front it was bight red in a hairstyle called a Chevron. He was pale like Blaster because he often spent far to much time behind the computer in his office. But he is a warrior of high caliber in battle.

He had also worn his amour to the meeting ,it was mostly black with white highlights the doorwings his people, the Praxians, always had were held up tightly upwards against his body, they also had the symbols of his former job as an enforcer, his face and body were in their highly disciplined state of faux emotionless.

But his close friends and family could see signs of his worry and tiredness. His blue eyes were moving quickly left to right processing the data given to him at high speeds, at the start of the meeting.

"Forgive me Prime but I wish to tell you at the conclusion of this meeting. I have already ran though multiply scenarios with my battle computer and have already determined the best available option" Stated the Praxian falling into his well known coping mechanism of refusing to show his emotions.

Worried about his friend but deciding to leave it for the moment Optimus nodded for him to continue.

Taking a deep vent Prowl continued "I believe ...after going though nearly... two hundred different scenarios" another deep vent and Prowl closed his optics and finished almost rushing "The best move we can make is if we sent the younglings away ...as in off planet"

The room took a moment to process that before those with younglings explored in anger except for the pink femme Prime entered with but even she looked angry at the Praxian.

Before the Prime could help the poor mech who looked ready to throw up after the comment of him being a sparkless glitchmouse, the pink femme Optimus walked in with demanded they shut up and listen to him, that they didn't have to agree just listen.

"Thank you Elita" sighing quietly Optimus thanked his bonded and to hide his own emotions he sent a pulse of his own thoughts about the idea to her by their bond.

After taking another breath Prowl continued "Jazz returned from his mission a hour ago from being undercover in the Con's territory where he overheard the conversation we just heard, when he returned he came to speak to me about it so i have had over a hour to think on this and i still believe it may be our only option but only a last resort plan."

Turning towards Optimus he asked "Sir i think in would be better if only those with younglings be apart of this discussion"

Prime thought quickly about the request after approval from his bonded, he agreed and sent all those without younglings out of the room leaving only a few behind.

Silverbolt a grey and silver haired thirty vorn old mech and leader of the few flying transformers the autobots had. He was dressed simply in grey trousers and a grey t-shirt with silver stripes on the sides. He was also a member of a Gestalt and uncle to a youngling under the care of himself and his brothers after the death of their brother, the younglings Sire (Father).

Ratchet a grey haired, chartreuse and slight red highlighted clothed, forty vorn old Chief medical officer (CMO) and his bonded a blue and pink highlighted haired, twenty-two vorn old femme called Arcee little sister to Elita-one and Chromia. They were caretakers of a set of Twins found abandoned in a Gladiators pit.

Prowl himself remained not only to discuss the idea but because he had a one and a half vorn old Creation (one and half year old Child). He would speak to his own mate after the meeting. (Bonded-Mate same thing)

Chromia a thirty-two vorn old, older sister of Elita and Arcee. She was dark blue amoured and black haired. She was bonded to a mech called Ironhide the thirty-nine vorn old, Autobots weapon specialist who babysat a lot for the creators present especially for Chromia's sister Elita.

Optimus and Elita-one had a creation also. Who was born only six Quartex ago. (Months) So far the little one was nearly always in the med-bay due to a hard delivery and premature of the sparkling. It has only been very recent they have been able to bring the little one outside the med-bay.

All of them were glaring at Prowl some ready to severely hurt him. They eased put a bit when they realized how tired and worried he looked when he finally allowed himself to drop his doorwings and slouch slightly in his chair, finally showing emotion on his face.

They set up a few chairs into a smaller circle since it wouldn't make sense to stay sitting in such a large circle with so few of them.

After quickly rubbing his optics (eyes) Prowl confessed "I know its not my best idea but its the only one that doesn't end with any of the kids dead. I have run though nearly a thousand scenarios and that has been the best one so far. I'm so sorry."
He turned his helm so the others couldn't see him crying not out of pride, but of the fact he knew the others would hate him and they had a right to, right now he hated himself for not being able to come up with a better plan.

He had the most advanced battle computer on Cybertron and he couldn't even come up with a plan to keep his creation safe.

Elita walked over to one of the last Praxians, she knew him well enough to know not only was he crying but he was blocking his brother,mate and creation bonds to himself so they wouldn't feel his pain.

Elita was aware that he wasn't a touchy person only his mate could get away with it but right now he needed a hug so she gave him one.

When he was ready to speak again she gave a tight smile and walked over to her place beside Optimus.

"Thank you" he breathed.

"Your absolutely sure about this Prowl something like this could only lead to sparkache" questioned the wrench throwing medic softly having a feeling about what the black and white mech's mate would do to him later when they found out about his plan .

Prowl nodded in confirmation.

"What would be your plan then? How would we do this? I am not agreeing I'm just asking" Asked Silverbolt.

"Stasis pods in a space kids in them with four or five guards in the ship with them. The guards pods reactivate them if there is a problem but the kids ones can only reactivate them if a code is typed in. Would that be acceptable?" surmised the tired Praxian.

Agreement to that idea was issued but only with the promise of thinking about it only so no real plans were to be set.

They decided to talk about things outside the meeting before fully dismissing the meeting.

Silverbolt was asking for advice about his nephews nightmares after the destruction of the youth centers where he had lived before its destruction at Decepticon hands.

But he felt that he should return to his brothers quarters before they did something stupid.

He felt like he was the only sane one among the fliers . And he had a fear of flying too high.

That was getting better at least. So he quickly left the room after some quick goodbyes heading towards the berth-room he shared with the others in his large family. He also didn't want to stay because he knew the others in the room were best friends and he didn't wish to feel left out.

After Silverbolt left, Chromia turned to Prowl with a concerned look on her face.

"So where is Jazz he should've been here for this meeting" she observed. The those left in the room also wanted to know why their TIC wasn't there, stopping what little conversation they were having.

"With our little guy, after what he overheard he didn't want to leave him with anyone" Prowl assured. "He is worried Ricochet might take the opportunity to try and get back at him. Even though we have taken precautions to ensure the Cons are unaware of us"

"Understandable especially if he only returned less then two hours ago. He spends to much time in the field and gets little time to be with either of you ". put in Arcee knowing that the Third in command had spent more time in the field recently than he should be, so wanting sometime alone with his creation seemed fair to her.

"Arcees right" chuckled Optimus before going serious "You do realize that you will be the one to tell Jazz your idea right?"

"Yes i am" Prowl promised already feeling the stiffness in his back from when he will be forced to sleep on the sofa.


The Prime dismissed the meeting and everyone left to pick up their younglings.