I am SparkBeast, a Predacon by name. My sire and carrier were never known, for they were destroyed in The Great Cataclysm. When I somehow arrived on this unknown planet called Earth, I felt something familiar in my spark. I sensed the deceased presences of my former Predacon predecessors. Now, I remain with the Autobots to help them in their fight against the Decepticons, amd ultimately, Predaking.

I awoke in a dark cave, my sensors not picking up anything, except I wasn't on Cybertron. I stood with my wings low and my optics narrowed. I surveyed the room before I smelled something, strange. Then I felt a searing pain in my side, I was wounded. At least I'm safe in this cave-for now. I thought to myself. I cautiously moved towards the mouth of the cave, limping to not irritate the wound.
I hissed as that strange scent got stronger. "Sounds like it came from here, Optimus" a strange voice said. Me being a sparkling, I ran back to the cave, quietly. Then I heard a thud. Someone came into my cave. "Hello? Anyone here?" A voice said, coming close. Then I heard a blaster getting ready to fire, then a light was shined on me. I didn't see who this was, but they called for that 'Optimus' again. "Prime? You're not gonna believe what I found down here!" The voice called. I hissed when another voice entered my cave. The taller, more muscular bot came in, stared at me and then reached for his audio receptor.
"No No, do not be afraid, small one." The taller one said. I was still backed up against the wall and was hiding the wound. Didn't want them to know I was hurt. "Ratchet, prepare a Ground Bridge, we are returning with a fragile item." He said. "Fragile"? Who said a smaller Predacon can't defend herself? I thought. Then they both tried to lift me into the bridge.

But I didn't allow it. I snuck past them to the mouth of the cave and tried to take off, but my side wouldn't let me, and I fell to the ground. The two bots came out and the tall one carefully examined my side, "Ratchet, prepare sick-bay as well. Our young friend has an injury." He said. Then I decided to give in. I vented out and allowed them to carefully walk me through the blue, green and purple vortex.
When we arrived at the base, the one called Ratchet stared at me. "How in Cybertron's name did you find a Predacon? A sparkling for that matter?!" He asked. "No time for that now Ratch, it's obvious that it's hurt." The green one said. "Bulkhead is correct, Ratchet. The Predacon needed aid and we cannot abandon it. It has had trouble enough." Optimus said. "Fine Fine. Bring it over here and I'll give it a look." He said.

I was then placed on a medical berth and Ratchet carefully examined my side. Then a blue femme and a black and yellow mech came in and stared at me. "She's either been bit or attacked by something" he said, still looking at it. Then he walked away after partially patching it up. Suddenly, an alarm went off, I jumped and my wings flared out, knocking off items from a shelf. The femme called Arcee came over and placed her servo on my helm, I ceased movement and sat back down, calmly. "Ugh, it's Fowler." Bulkhead groaned.
Then a small, squishy creature came out of a door. "PRIME!" It said.

Optimus left the medical bay and to the catwalk. "Yes Agent Fowl-" "Do you bots know how much problems your Decepticon friends are causing?!" It asked. By its scent right now, I could tell it did, but also didn't respect the Prime. "Agent Fowler, we have not been able to detect any Decepticon activity, it very well might be M.E.C.H." he answered.
"Still! They could also be building some nuclear bombs or weapons of mass destruction!" The sound of MECH did not sound fun. It sent chills down my spine articulator. So I got up and moved towards the human.

Try to show a bit more respect, squishy. I thought. The human stood back for a moment before clearing his throat, then he left without a word. I sat down in front of the Energon cubes recently brought in, and fell into recharge.
Later, I was awoke by Ratchet shaking my armor lightly. "Predacon, Predacon? Wake up." He said. I sat with my wings tucked and my head staring up at Optimus. He kneeled down and rested his servo on my helm. "Predacon, we have recently gained information that Predacons have reached the evolutionary stage of transformation. We are curious to see if you are capable of it as well" he said. Predacons can transform? I thought I was the only one. I'm curious if I could do it too. I thought. I accompanied Optimus to the top of the base through the elevator. Then Optimus showed me how to transform, it took me a second, but I got it.
I stared at my claws, then at Optimus. "Predacon? Can you speak?" He asked. "P....Pr....Prime?" I stuttered, surprised at hearing my own voice. A slight smile appeared on his face.
"Do you know your designation? You may speak now." I looked at Optimus, then back at my claws. "S....Sp...Spark... SparkBeast" my face lit up. "SparkBeast!" I repeated, Optimus held out his hand. "Well SparkBeast, I ask now, would you like to join the cause of the Autobots?" He asked. I took his hand and shook it. "Y..Yes. T-Thank you" I said.
We returned to the base and I transformed again, before we arrived. Then, a human girl with pink highlights ran to the side of the catwalk. She looked at Optimus, then me. "Did she do it? What's her name? Could she talk?" She asked. I grinned and transformed. "H...Hello." I told them. A smaller human with red glasses came over to us. His expression was both excitement and in awe. "Her designation is SparkBeast, she's still a middle aged sparkling, so she will rely on the humans for the advancement of her speech." Optimus said, indicating the humans. The three nodded and I transformed again and sat at the base of the catwalk, then fell back into recharge, smiling.

(A/N)
{Hello readers. This is the first part of a Predacon related story I wanted to write since July. I will however, allow two Predacons in the story to help or hurt SparkBeast, Decepticon or Autobot. Leave their info on the comments and I will choose. Thank you for reading.
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