Nano-kilk - half of a Cybertron second

Klik - Cybertron second

Breem - Cybertron minute

Joor - Cybertron hour

Cycle/Lunar-cycle - Day or night

Meta-cycle - Cybertron week

Orn - Cybertron month

Vorn - Cybertron year

Deca-cycle - Cybertron decade

Mega-cycle - Cybertron century

Vornlings - yearlings (Age between a year to two years old)

Also, Im going to use a mix of canon and fandom things so bare with me. I have looked around and done my research.

Disclaimer - I do not own Transformers, only the the OCs

"Fortunately, I know a delicate lock-picking technique."

— Optimus Prime, just before blasting a door apart.

Megatron: "You're either lying... or you're stupid."

Starscream: "I'm stupid! I'm stupid!"

— "Triple Takeover"

"Boltgear, come look at this one. Her coloration is odd." She could feel what would be rather long ears twitch to the sound of someone's voice. That was weird, her ears shouldn't be that long or be able to move like they were with every little sound. The sounds of air whooshing, metal grinding against metal, and even what seemed like a very faint humming or thrumming sound.

Argh, why can't she open her eyes or even move correctly? It was like they were glued shut and her whole body felt sluggish. They even felt heavy every time she tried to open them. If she could get them open she could see where she was. Just trying to get her eyes open was tiring her out more than it should. Maybe she should rest like her body was wanting her too.

"We wont get much from her, Notch. No bot will pay a decent amount for her and her discoloration. Now her siblings look like they will grow to be fine racing turbofoxes. We may have found the turbofoxes we've been trying to breed for." Boltgear stated. Siblings? No, she only had one and he was older than her by two years. She didn't have siblings. Then it hit her what the man said and that's when things started to connect.

She was shocked. She was a turbofox. A FUCKING TURBOFOX! How? How did this happen? Oh, she's seen the shows and knew of the movies for Transformers, even like some of the characters, but to be a mechanical being was just, just. Honestly, she didn't know what to think seeing as their were no words to describe this. There were so many versions that she didn't even know which one she has been reborn into.

But, it did explain so much. She was a sparkling, their version of a newborn. That's why she couldn't move without putting every ouch of strength she had just to move one leg. It was because she had very little strength to begin with. Wait…what was so wrong with her coloration?

"Well, we could sell her to the pits, let them train her for a fight once she's grown some." Notch suggested. Oh dear god no, not the Pits! She wasn't sure if she was ready to meet the infamous warlord Megatron.

"She is a rather oddity of a turbofox. Her size just shows how big she'll get. The pits are always looking for unusual things, we could get a decent price by going that way." Boltgear stated thinking it over, NO! Please no! She would die within the first few minutes in the arena. Especially knowing just which bots came from there. "Eh, I don't know, the pits are more for vicious animals and a turbofox just isn't that vicious."

She knew she was panicking, she knew she shouldn't, but they kept saying The Pits. All she knew was she had to do something. Quick. Though, it was weird that she could understand them when only having known English in her last life, but that was something she could think over later. She struggled to get her eyes to open, hoping that would gain their attention. No way in hell was she going to be reborn just to be killed in a short time of living again. Fuck that.

"Hey, Boltgear, look!" Notch said waving a servo to the mech that had been turning to leave. "She's trying to online her optics."

"The turbofox shouldn't even be able to. Not for another few meta-cycles." Boltgear stated but did look closer to the turbofox that was trying. They were indeed opening, slowly, but as they were. Her optics flickered with amber colored light from what he could see of the small opening slits. "Amber color. Another oddity. Primus sure did make you one peculiar turbofox."

She heard the shifting of metal and could kind of see shapes but they were so blurry that it was hard to see one bot to the next. God was this tiring to have done and she felt what little she had been able to open of her eyes lid shut close once more. They were just so heavy.

"Make sure this batch starts training within the next vorn." Boltgear ordered turning to the mech next to him. "We should have another batch close to being sparked within the next few cycles or so. Make sure those four get back to Furywave once your done checking them over."

"Aye, Aye, Sir." Notch nodded to his boss, who had left to go look over the training of the vornlings. "Alright little foxlings, now, you're not going to like this much, but it has to be done." She heard a cry to her right. With her eyes not wanting to open she had no clue as to what was happening. All she knew was that it probably belonged to her new sibling.

It was after low mutterings that the cry of stopped. That gained her attention as to what could have happened. Then it was her turn to give out a startled cry, her new body jerked awkwardly as she was lifted into the air by a pair of hands. Warm hands at that.

"A fighter I see. And heavy, but your brothers are heavier." Notch muttered using one servo to hold the foxling easily while the other typed up the information he needed. "Carrier; Furywave. Sire; Bluefire. Only femme of the batch and youngest of the four foxlings. Odd coloration; maroon shade of red. Odd optic coloration; amber. Healthy weight for her large size." Here she was tilted up than down, side to side, and flipped over each movement earning a cry of protest.

"For such oddities, you don't look faulty or defective." he muttered looking the foxling over some more. "Hmm, we will see soon enough once you've grown some." he set the femme foxling down to pick up another to put information into the archive for his boss. Once he gathered all of what he needed, she felt herself once again being picked up. Only this time, they were being carried to some place.

She could feel something coming closer and closer, the feeling of anxiety and worry bleeding into her. How could she have forgotten this important fact. Now that she was a mechanical being, she held a spark and not a heart anymore. Those feelings she could feel were coming from her new mother, or as the man kept saying, her carrier. This was something she knew she would have to get use to hearing now, these terms so different than what she could remember. Father was sire, mother was carrier, heck even the male to mech and female to femme now.

The man, mech, set the four down on the ground gently, the feelings flowing through her were making her dizzy, she was not used to being able to feel any other beings emotions. Her carrier knew this mech, trusted him with her sparklings, but that didn't stop the worry or the great relief that came rushing through the bond as she set her sights on her little ones. Quickly the reincarnated soul could feel gentle nudges as her carrier herded the four into her once she laid down by them.

This bond was a weird experience to say. To feel her carrier like she was, was actually kind of nice. More so when feelings of soothing and calm was sent over the bond making her already tired being even more ready to sleep. She felt so safe, safer than she ever felt before with this bond that cybertronians have. Only, turbofoxes were considered non-sentient with no spark. Also was the fact that their had been no cannon saying of racing turbofoxes either.

Her mind slowed down cutting her off of her thought process of all these new things that she was learning. How was she even going to learn the time of when the war become full-blown. Was she even going to survive?! Furywave purred, licking her stubborn femmeling, feeling that her youngest was not yet in recharge like her brothers. That was the last she heard as darkness clamed her.

"Hurry up you two! We need to leave." Mom shouted gathering her keys and giving a quick kiss to her husband. "Brandon, Zoe!"

"Coming!" Zoe called back stomping down the stairs with her older brother behind her. At the last step she tripped over her gown and landing face first on the floor. "Does the floor taste good there, Zoe?" she flipped to her side to glare at her brother. "Yeah, you want a taste?"

"Alright you two, we don't want to be late now do we?" Mom stated helping her daughter up to look over her youngest. "In the car, shoo." Brandon gave his mom a salute then side-stepped to leave. Zoe quickly followed after humming to get her voice warmed up.

Twenty minutes later Zoe was racing to the stage seeing her chorus group getting ready. 'Hey guys!"

"You're just in time! Your voice warmed up?" Zach asked.

"Yeap, did that while on my way here." she answered.

"Alright students." Miss Hunter said walking over to the small group and looking them over with a sad smile. "Congratulations. You four have made this teacher very proud" she stated looking into each of her four graduating students. Zach, Mark, Zoe, and Melody. "Its time. You've practiced this song so you'll do just fine." She gave each a hug at they went to which they returned full heartily.

She was nudged awake. That was right, her name in the last life was Zoe. Only she's gained a new one, Siren. She had gained it by singing songs that she remembered from her precious life. The bot that would come in at times would hear her, only to him she made the usual animal sounds.

Come, my little ones. It is time to fuel. she gave a yawn, jaws stretching wide as she worked to get on her four paws, pedes now, to sit and wait.

She was glad to have been born like this and not some of the stories she had read. It would have sucked trying to relearn how to walk on four legs instead of two as a full grown turbofox. It was also good this way to learn that when her carrier said fuel, it meant that she had her energon and was now going to distribute it to them. At first, Siren thought nothing of it when she couldn't see feeling at times a nudge and a click at the center of her chest. A flow of what she now knows as energon filling her up.

When she was finally able to fully open her eyes for longer than a minute at most she found out what the click sound and nudge feeling was that was felt in the center of her chest. Her carrier Furywave, had just finished her cube of energon the mech, Howler, had set down for her. Turning she went to the first of her foxlings to see waiting, which happened to be Siren since her siblings were still unsure of there own pedes.

Siren watched the chest plating of her carrier split and open to reveal a small circle opening. The opening then snaked out in a short tube to latch onto Siren's own opened chest plating having learned to open it. The click sounded and the flow of energon began. The flow stopped after a minute and Siren felt warmly full as her carrier unlatch the tubing and her chest plating closed back up to move to another foxling to fuel.

Siren vented happily, that was another thing she was getting use to, venting instead of breathing was different. Looking around she found Howler working around the stable that housed them. Howler she found was one of the helpers that handled feeding, cleaning the stables, and made sure things were in order once he was done. She like the mech, he was smaller than the other bots that wondered by the stable, but had an upbeat attitude.

So, she made her way over to the handler and pawed at his leg. He grinned down at her as he kneeled to pet her helm. "How's Siren doing this cycle, hmm? Those brother's of your's not giving you any trouble?" she gave a yip glancing back to her three other siblings that struggled to stay standing as they played. Howler gave a chuckle picking up the empty cube. "Soon the four of you will be able to go see the outside."

That had her long ears perking, the mech having seen this gave another chuckle. "Just wait a little longer." Siren grumbled in her animal noises that the mech didn't take notice of. "I'll see you later. Once you little ones can start fueling yourself, I'll bring an oil cake with me." Hmm, something new to try.

It was then she was tackled to the ground. Hey, hey, hey! Spark-sister come play! the oldest of the four yipped happily. His designation was Coreshock and just like their carrier and siblings he held the same pale blue coloration and yellow eyes, optics. She really needed to work on these new terms.

The second oldest of the bunch was given Eclipse while the third brother was Stormslide. Even though she was nearly twenty when she died, she couldn't help but let the childish feeling out as she joined in the rough play of her brothers. Spark-sister! she turned to get nipped in the shoulder plating by Eclipse. Ohh! Now you've done it, spark-brother. Stormslide laughed watching as Siren chased the one who nipped her down.

Out of the four, Siren noticed she was the fastest, easily chasing and getting them back within seconds. What she didn't know was the bots that worked in the building could see this as well. As the time past with them growing in size and weight it came time for them to fuel themselves. Her brothers were hesitant to fuel themselves having only known the way Carrier feed them but she on the other servo, ha she did it, remembered what it was like to feed herself.

Her ears, audials finials, perked at the pedefalls of a familiar mech heading this way. She knew it was around this time when their energon was given. Another reason for the transition was the fact they were going through a growth spurt and were needing more fuel than what Furywave could give now.

"Alright foxlings, time for refuel." Howler said setting down four cubes that were half the size to the cube Furywave took. Siren didn't wait, she was hungry, and went up to the cube. Her brothers waited watching her, not sure what to make of the cubes and were willing to wait for Furywave to feed them. She put her long muzzle closer to the pink liquid and took a sniff. Energon smelled almost like ozone and with a flick of her glossa she found it held a sweet taste, not much, like a hint of sweetness. Howler to her smelled just like the energon with a slight mix of oil and rubber.

She looked back to her carrier and brother, who were watching Furywave walk right past them in confusion. Spark-brothers, come fuel up.

Carrier fuels us. Why is carrier not doing so? Coreshock asked with a whine.

Maybe because carrier cant give us the fuel we need now. We have grown much since being sparked. Siren stated though she could tell her explanation didn't comprehend with her brothers. For some reason she could understand things yet her own siblings could only hold the basics of doing so. After spending much time around cybertronians and their terms she was starting to use them and remember to use them. Come on spark-brothers, come over and try it, you'll like this better anyway.

Stormslide glanced between his siblings as he went over to a cube to sniff and lick it. His long audial finials perked and he ravage the energon making the last two siblings come over to try it. Siren went back to her cube as her brothers discovered the taste of energon for the first time.

"Oh, hey Boltgear, come by to see the foxlings?" Howler asked seeing the owner looking into the holding stable.

"Yeah, wanted to see the Oddity that was sparked three orns ago. I have to see what I'm going to keep for training and which ones go to be sold. I can already see two that will be put on the list to be sold." Boltgear stated watching the maroon foxling before moving onto the other three.

Siren was shocked to hear what he said. There really was turbofox racing and Boltgear was one of those owners that bred, trained, and raced turbofoxes. What would happen to those that were sold? She knew in cannon forums that Mirage was a known rich mech that would hunt turbofoxes. Oh…that was probably what would happen to those that were sold. So it was either be trained to win races with other turbofoxes or be sold to be hunted down. Makes the thought of being sold to the pits more likable, somewhat, it would still lead to her death.

What did she have to show that she was one of those that would be kept? Racing needed speed but also stamina to keep said speed going. But how long were these tracks? What kind of ground was the track?

"Well, I and the others around here can tell you, Siren, here has some speed under her pedes." Howler stated gaining the owners attention to the foxling femme. "She may have some oddities but she has the speed."

"But does she have the stamina? That's why I bred Bluefire and Furywave. Bluefire has speed but tires quickly while Furywave has the stamina to keep going but her speed is just not there." Boltgear stated looking over the large foxling femme. "Then there's the size of Furywave's batch. All of them are the largest foxlings I have ever seen."

Howler nodded in agreement. "Their appetite is large also. I bet you by the time these four are vornlings they'll be larger than their carrier and probably still growing."

"That's the problem. I may have the one turbofox I've been trying to breed for in this batch but if they grow too big I wont be able to race them." Boltgear stated.

Howler gave the mech a grin. "But there is no set limit of the size of a turbofox."

Boltgear rolled his optics. "By the time they are full grown and ready to race I'll be called out for their large size. They'll think I did something to alter their CNA. Even more so if the Oddity is kept."

"Then get the board to come get a look at her. Have the vet and breeder that had the two turbofoxes breed and that this was the result of said breeding pair. If you can convince the board that the foxlings were not altered in any way, than you should be fine." Howler stated to which had Boltgear thinking.

"If I decided to keep the Oddity by the seventh orn that is." Boltgear replied giving the handler a nod before leaving to look into the next stable pen. Siren whined lowly, too low for Howler to hear, and laid down in the same spot she had been when taking her energon. If only she knew how long an orn was. The mech already stated that they were three orns old. So that left four orns left before her fate was decided.

"What's the matter foxling?" Howler asked picking up the empty cubes. Siren gave another whine earning her brothers attention to the fact she was distressed. Did they even know what was going on like she did? Howler's optic ridges drew together in concern for the foxling and he kneeled. "Hey, Siren, what's wrong? Is the energon not agreeing with you? Maybe I should call the vet."

She gave another whine when she caught sight of Boltgear making the mech kneeled next to her, look to where she was staring. His optics widen as he looked back to the foxling. "You heard and understood?" she just looked the bot in his optics and whined. Argh, if only she could speak! "But that's impossible."

Yeah, just her luck. Howler stood up eyeing the foxling, her own amber optic following him as he left. Throughout the rest of his cycle, Howler would glance into the stable pen to see the foxling femme. Each time he did she looked to him knowing he was there even if the tall half door kept him from being seen. There was no denying the look of intelligence in the foxlings gaze and it unnerved the mech.

How did he not see it before? Unlike the foxlings sibling who did the normal things turbofoxes did, such as play and just animal stuff. Siren, he did see the foxling play with the others, but now that he could see it, the mech did see the planning, the watching, the sign of being able to think. That and he should have known the moment she did with her way of singing that made him think she was speaking in the forms of yips, barks, and small howls.

He decided to test it out when he came the next cycle with the daily energon. Siren woke up with the smell of energon and the pedefalls of Howler. She didn't know if the mech would continue to deny that she indeed knew what Boltgear had been meaning. That was until she found the mech kneeling in front of her with an unreadable look.

"If you really understand what was being said yestercycle, then you know that your on a time limit." She didn't know what to do other than nodded slightly. Howler had seen the nod and frowned, if this foxling knew what had been said then she knows that she would need to work hard. "Do you know what you were bred for?"

This time she gave a nod and a shake of her helm showing she somewhat got the jest. "Boltgear is the bot that decides if you're worthy to keep and trained to race. He's the owner of this place called Wild Pride Stables." So basically like a thoroughbred horse, just as she thought. "If you don't impress the boss, then you're put up for auction to see if any other racing owner wants to try and see if you're worth the time and effort. If none do, then your sold either to the rich that use turbofoxes as sport to hunt or become a pet to somebot." Well, at least she found out more of what could happen to her.

"If you prove you're worth as a quality investment while you're trained then you go on to be put in races." Howler stated thinking with a small smile. "You and your siblings will be able to go outside today for the first time. Fuel up, don't worry foxling, Old Howler will help you." Siren looked into the mechs blue optics and could see the honesty the mech had stated. In return, she gave a purr and went up to rub along the mechs leg. "If not, I can always use a companion."

Since that cycle when Howler took notice of her and the intellect she held that was unusual for any turbofox, he would stay late after work to teach her things. One was how to read cybertronian words which took many tries for one symbol but she's master a good portion and was able to pick out words better each time. Howler was patient with her even if it was one sided but she made sure to let him know when she couldn't get it and when she did.

It was also during these teachings he gave that she learned the frame of time they used. Siren now knew how long she had before Boltgear made his decision on which foxling would stay to be trained for the races and which ones would go. Each cycle brought her closer and closer to that day and it scared her. Thanks to that mech she had more of a grip of what would happen to her and be able to understand it.

"Alright, spell out what color is this one?" Howler asked holding up the datapad with the color of red on it as a picture. Siren looked down at her own datapad seeing their alphabet symbols that she could chose from. She knew what each symbol held as a letter and picked the three symbols that spelled out red. The mechs blue optics brighten as a grin cracked his faceplates. "You've gotten a good handle on this don't you?"

Siren purred wishing she could at least smile but her frame just wasn't designed with that in mind. Howler moved onto the next section that should simple mathematics. One plus one equals two, that type of simple stuff seeing as the way they write their numbers were different than what she was use to.

"I'll let you in on a secret foxling." Howler said making Siren turn to look up at the sitting mech with a tilt of her helm. "I'm a lot older than most around here know." By how old are you then? The mech looked to the datapad with a small smile as if remembering times past. "Most bots cant read this anymore. Many call it the Language of the Primes."

Siren could only blink at being told that. Just where in the timeline was she if this mech was teaching her to read and understand Language of the Primes? Just how old was Howler if he could read, even to Cybertronians other than the newer Primes, ancient cyberglyphics? Those questions would remain unanswered.

Howler vented picking up the datapad near the foxlings pedes. "I'll see you tomorrow foxling." he said rubbing the top of her helm to which she purred before she watched him leave.

I will warn you readers, that things wont pick up for a bit. Im trying to establish this new concept of Turbofoxes also being the Cybertronian version of Thoroughbred racing. The Wiki says that they are very fast and so it go me to think, what if their were some Cybertronians that bred and raced Turbofoxes, and so this was created.

Also, if my readers would be so kind. Make some titles for the racing tracks. Example - Blue Grass Stakes, Breeder's Cup series, Kentucky Derby. I know a few that could be named but that's a lot of races to name. It would help me out tremendously.

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