Hello, everybody! Glad you're checking out my new story! This is the second one that I've started and I'm trying to capture a different view of the Transformers Prime world, so let me know if I'm doing a good job or not. Please leave comments, comments are helpful.

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Heart of a Warrior

Chapter 1

Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!

A Cybertronian alarm clock went off and ceased when a groaning young femme slammed her servo on the top of it. Her bright blue optics finally opened to an overly decorated berth-room. She got up and stretched as her lavender frame creaked. On the other side of the room laid another femme, still waking up.

"Huhhh… Morning, Novabolt," said the half-awake femme.

"Morning, Dyna," Novabolt stretch again and was fully awake now.

Novabolt and Dyna were roommates at the Iacon Academy for Autobot Scholars. The Academy was connected the Hall of Records and provided shelter for the Autobot youngling from any Decepticon attacks. The school system was designed for highly accomplished younglings looking to start a life in politics, military intelligence, science, and even at Iacon itself. Ever since she was a sparkling, Novabolt had dreamed of being a scientist in studying the unique properties of rare Energon. The Academy had given her the chance to have that life and, even more important, made her feel safer than she would have otherwise.

Novabolt continued to groan while getting her supplies for the day.

"Yet another boring, normal day."

First off, science.

Novabolt smiled at the thought of the word. She could imagine herself in a laboratory filled with samples of Energon in all different colors, finding a way to create a new form of Energon that reconstructed faster than ever. She would be the one to find it.

When she stepped in the classroom, two of her friends, Stormrunner and Searay, waved at her and smiled. Out of the 500 students that attended the academy, only about 40 of them were femmes. Going it over in her head, Novabolt realized that among all of her close friends, Silverstreak, Stormrunner, Cryoblast, Sunspot, Searay, Lightjet, and Moonhopper, Cryoblast was the only one who was a mech. All femmes were constantly together in close knitted groups.

Novabolt sat down at her desk and the science professor began his lesson on the consumption of natural Energon.

Once class had ended, Novabolt headed for Cybertronian World History. She shared this class with most of her friends, with the exception of Silverstreak. Her spark felt heavy for a moment. She and Silverstreak were the best of friends, but lately things seemed to be pulling their friendship apart. Novabolt knew that she had been hanging around this mech during recreation time. She could only hope that Silverstreak wouldn't forget her completely.

Their professor continued talking about the Gladiator Games in Kaon during the last days of the Golden Age. The lesson would have been boring and dull, but the class loved it when he worked in jokes and added a whole knew level of enthusiasm.

"The pits of Kaon were homes to some of the fiercest gladiators on the planet, mainly because they didn't have anywhere else to put them," said the professor, causing the class to burst out in laughter.

"Hey, didn't Megatron first start out as a gladiator?" asked Moonhopper.

The class suddenly grew quiet.

"Why, yes, he did," continued the professor, breaking the silence, "He first started out as the famous gladiator, Megatronus. When he decided to look towards the economical side of the government, he left the glory of the gladiator arena."

"And into the heat of war," added Cryoblast.

"Anyway," the professor continued with his lesson, "The Gladiator Games were often used as a punishment for thieves and criminals. But if they survived the games, they could establish a career in Kaon. Not exactly the greatest job in the world, but better than flipping Energon burgers."

Once again, laughter filled the classroom and carried through the halls.

Novabolt and her friends walked to the cafeteria, with no concern about them whatsoever. However, when they sat down for their Energon rations, Cryoblast brought up a more serious topic.

"I don't know about you guys, but I've heard rumors that Iacon's forces are growing vulnerable, and that if there were an attack, they might fail to keep Iacon safe."

"That's ridiculous!" said Sunspot, "Iacon is the greatest stronghold in all of Cybertronian history. Why would their forces be weakening?"

Soon, everyone else joined in the conversation except for Novabolt. The idea frightened her every time she heard these rumors. She used to live in a city that was considered impenetrable. But when she had left the city to come to the Academy, the city fell into Decepticon hands.

"Hey, Nova," asked Searay, "Are you alright?"

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine." Novabolt continued to munch on her Energon cube and tried to change the subject until her next class.

Later, Novabolt was walking down a long hall near where the Academy connected to the Hall of Records. As she walked by one of the doors, she looked in another hallway to see if he was still there.

During the past few cycles while going to her Ancient Relic class, Novabolt noticed a guard near one of the major archives next to the Academy. She had heard that he was once an Elite Guard and she found him very attractive. As she peeked around the corner, she saw his slender white and blue frame with the red Elite Guard symbol on his shoulder. She poked her head out just a little, just to get a better view of him, when he noticed her looking at him. Novabolt could feel her entire faceplate turning red from embarrassment, but he simply gave her a big smile. She smiled back and walked to her class.

The rest of the day was relatively uneventful. Documentation was always a bore and Novabolt couldn't really find anything to do during her recreational period. When the day had finally ended, there was a knock on Novabolt's berth-room door.

"It's open."

In came a femme about Novabolt's age with a black frame decorated with green highlights. She was a little shorter than Novabolt and had the same bright blue eyes.

"Silverstreak," said Novabolt, "How are things?"

"Alright," answered Silverstreak, "I just thought I'd pop in and say hello. So, hello."

Novabolt chuckled. Silverstreak tended to be a bit sarcastic at times.

"How is it going with that mech you've been dating?"

"Really good. He can be a bit weird at times, but he's soooooo nice and polite!" Silverstreak smiled at the thought of him.

"You know," mentioned Novabolt, "You still have to introduce me to him. Heck, I don't even know his name!"

"I know!" said Silverstreak, suddenly very excited, "You can meet him during recreational period tomorrow! It's perfect!"

"Ok! We'll plan on that," said Novabolt with a smile, "See you tomorrow then?"

"Alright," said Silverstreak. The two friends exchanged quick hug and Silverstreak was soon out the door. Once again, Novabolt was left alone in her berth-room. Dyna would probably be back later. Even though it was relatively early, Novabolt decided to recharge for the night. Maybe things would be more interesting in the morning.

I know this starts out a little boring for the first part of the story, but I need to set things up so no one is completely confused later. For any who are curious, Novabolt and her friends would probably be around 14 or 15 years old (by human standards). There is some foreshadowing going on here that will connect the story to Team Prime later, so hold on tight! Please leave constructive comments!