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✨ My Description ✨

Hi! My name is Ana, but you can call me Star Charlie. I’m 19 years old, and I’m from Belém, Pará, Brazil.

✨🎨 I love cartoons, games, movies, and series. I aspire to become an artist one day.

🖌️🐱 Cat lover. 🐾

🚫 I do not tolerate hate speech, including bullying, racism, homophobia, transphobia, misogyny, fatphobia, pedophilia, zoophilia, etc.

TRANSFORMER ONE OC

Transformers Riven

[Art by @the1ogrodimus]

TFO Au FROMTHESTART

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Chapter 1:

A new world lies ahead

⚠️Hey, everyone! This is my first fanfic, so I apologize for any mistakes. Don’t expect very long chapters. Feel free to share your thoughts and give me tips!⚠️

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Under a starlit night illuminated by the glow of a full moon, the sky was torn apart by a spacecraft spiraling out of control, scattering sparks and smoke like a luminous trail. The impact was catastrophic, reverberating across the mountains like a metallic scream echoing through the cliffs. The spacecraft came to rest, almost camouflaged among the rocks and vegetation, while silence prevailed. Over time, it was overtaken by the local fauna and flora, until one day, something changed. A faint light pierced the darkness, accompanied by a hum and metallic clicks. Riven awakened, her sensors glowing as her systems slowly adjusted to the chaotic environment around her.

“Ughhh… What just happened?”

I woke up on the floor of the control room, my systems struggling to reboot as I tried to comprehend my surroundings. Slowly, I began to rise, feeling weak and, to be honest, somewhat rusty. My movements were accompanied by the groans of worn joints, and when I finally stood upright, my sensors registered the chaos around me. The control room was in complete disarray—small debris, broken objects, and fragments of equipment scattered everywhere. The air was heavy with the acrid smell of burned circuits. I let out a long sigh, laden with exhaustion and frustration.

“Primus… This place has turned into a disaster.”

Still processing the events, my sensors started focusing on the control panels. I walked over to them, sliding my metallic hands across their damaged surfaces, searching for any functionality within the instruments. Most of the data was fragmented or unreadable, with flickering screens and erratic signals. After a few moments of analysis, I realized it would be impossible to assess the damage solely from inside the ship.

“Staying trapped in here won’t help,” I muttered, gathering courage. My eyes shifted to the hatch beside me. I walked over to it, each step resonating against the metal floor. As I opened the hatch, fresh air rushed into the ship, bringing with it the scent of damp earth and vegetation. I paused for a moment, taking in the exterior surroundings—rugged rocks and dense plants enveloped the spacecraft. And when I looked back, I realized my ship had crash-landed beneath a massive mountain, and in the forced landing, a crater had opened up at the mountain’s base, forming a sort of tunnel…

Hesitantly, I took my first step outside. The landscape seemed serene, yet at the same time, held an air of mystery. I knew I had to explore to understand where I was. So, I began wandering through the area, gazing around and analyzing the life forms of this new planet. I noticed that almost everything here was organic. Green dominated the environment, the sky had a comforting shade of blue, and I encountered native species I had never seen before in my life…

I advance through the forest, the sensors still on alert, analyzing every detail around me. But something changes. My pace slows, and I set aside the automatic functions.

Now, I don’t just record—I see. I feel. My feet gently touch the grass, fresh and soft like a green mantle. My hands glide through the treetops, exploring the texture of the leaves. I look up at the sky and witness a spectacle: winged beings tracing graceful paths against the infinite blue.

Suddenly, I notice something. A small animal is standing a bit further ahead, hidden among the bushes. Its color is brown and looks adorable, with a few light patches near its paws. It has thin legs and dark eyes that shine calmly.

I stop and observe every detail of it. Time seems to stand still. When I finally take a step forward, the sound of a branch breaking under my foot disrupts the peaceful moment. The animal’s pointed ears perk up, and its eyes fix on me for a few seconds. Then, it leaps agilely, running between the trees and quickly vanishing into the greenery.

Without thinking much, I chase after it, following the trail it left behind. After a few minutes, the forest begins to open up. In front of me, there is a wide open field, full of tall plants swaying gently in the wind. Further ahead, the ground slopes down into a serene valley…

“I had never seen a place as beautiful as this before… But what should I do now? My ship is too damaged to fly again, and I have no idea if this planet has Energon.”

Will I find a source of energy in time? If not, how long can I last… months, maybe less? I need to act quickly before it’s too late.

I begin exploring the area when, suddenly, in the distance, I spot a structure resembling some sort of tower. It seems to be emitting a signal.

“How strange… Why would there be a tower in the middle of nowhere?”

Curious, I start walking toward the structure. As I get closer, the tower becomes more prominent against the landscape. It is imposing, made of a metallic material that reflects the light, with intricately designed lines that catch my attention. When I finally reach the base of the tower, I decide to use my sensors to scan it, searching for information that might explain its origin and purpose.

During the scanning process, I notice the tower emitting unusual frequencies, as if it is sending a message. However, the patterns are unfamiliar to my systems.

“Hold on… If this tower was placed here, it could mean-”

Suddenly, I hear a loud and thunderous sound. I look up at the sky and notice that it starts to darken, taking on a deep shade of gray. Small streaks of blue light begin to glow on the horizon. Gradually, the wind grows stronger, causing the vegetation to sway rapidly and chaotically. I carefully observe the phenomenon and realize that small drops of a transparent liquid start to gently fall on me.

I realized that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to stay there because of the lightning that was getting stronger and closer. So, I decided to turn back and return to where my ship was. The sky started to darken quickly, and the wind grew stronger. I quickened my pace to reach my shelter faster.

“Haaa… finally.”

I managed to return to the cave where my ship was. I looked at it and saw that, given the extent of the damage, it would take quite some time to repair everything.

“Urgh… looks like I’m going to be stuck here for a while…”

Suddenly, I heard the sound of something dripping. I turned to the entrance of the cave and saw a phenomenon: several transparent droplets began to fall from the sky in large quantities. They made a loud yet relaxing sound.

I went to the entrance, sat on a rock, and watched the phenomenon unfold before me.

“What could this be?”

I wondered what else this planet might have and how I was going to manage from here on out.

Hours passed. I was inside my ship, trying to fix the control panels. They had some cracks and were sparking a little. After a while, I managed to stabilize the controls and tried searching for signs of Cybertronian life nearby. I waited for the panel to give some signal, but the system found nothing. On the one hand, that was good—it likely meant I was on a planet so remote that the chances of a Decepticon showing up here were low. But, on the other hand, it also meant I was too far away to ask for help from any Autobots in case something happened.

Hours have passed…

I sit in the control cabin, the steady glow of the panels casting hues of purple and melancholia across the room. My fingers glide over the buttons and keys, but my mind is somewhere else entirely. A stubborn thought lingers, refusing to let me go: that tower in the forest….

That thing… it was definitely not built by any Cybertronian. It was something entirely different, crafted with a technology that, while distinct, seemed less advanced than ours. This construction sparks a flood of possibilities in my mind. Could it mean that intelligent life exists on this planet? And if so… who or what are they?

The question echoes relentlessly in my thoughts. Would they look anything like me? Or would they be utterly unrecognizable? Imagining their appearance, their behavior, their intentions—it only makes my unease grow stronger. Whatever they are, I think it’s best to stay hidden for now. I have no idea what these beings might be like… and, perhaps more importantly, whether they would be peaceful.

I let out a sigh, trying to quell the anxiety bubbling up inside. Maybe it’s wiser to watch, wait… and hope they don’t find me first.

I get up and leave the control room, walking leisurely toward my quarters. As I stroll down the corridor, dimly lit by faint purple and blue lights, I can feel the quiet stillness surrounding me.

When I finally reach the door, I open it and step inside. My eyes immediately fall on the mess: a cluttered desk and a few scattered objects on the floor.

I start tidying up, carefully putting everything back in its place. After a few minutes, satisfied with the result, I lay down on my recharging platform. Staring upward, lost in thought, I catch myself wondering:

“What could have happened to them…?”

Gradually, my vision starts to blur, and the darkness begins to take over.

Suddenly, something surged into my mind—a vivid and haunting memory. I was fleeing the war in Iacon. Chaos was absolute, and the horizon seemed swallowed by suffocating black smoke. Explosions reverberated incessantly, the ground trembling as if the planet itself were crying out in pain. The sky was consumed by flames, devouring everything within their reach. The city had been reduced to ashes and ruin, and desperate cries mixed with the deafening sounds of battle filled the air.

I ran without looking back, frantic, until I reached a hidden cave where I had prepared a refuge. The uneven ground was littered with metallic debris and fragments of lives lost. When I arrived at the entrance of the cave, I turned briefly, just to see Iacon one last time. The devastation was so overwhelming that it would forever haunt my mind.

Inside the cave, my little sanctuary felt insignificant compared to the chaos raging outside. I gathered everything I had managed to save—equipment, supplies, and the memories that still remained of that place.

I rushed to my ship, camouflaged among the rocks. It wasn’t very large, but it was powerful enough to get me out of that nightmare. As I entered, I activated the engines—a fleeting moment of hope amidst the despair. The interior lights flickered on, preparing the panel for escape. I took one last look at Cybertron, now a planet ravaged by war.

The ship took off, piercing through the dark and empty sky. As I distanced myself, the flames and explosions began to fade, swallowed by the endless darkness of space. My only thought was to find a place where I could start over—far away from the chaos, pain, and death I had left behind. Now, I was alone, clinging to the faint hope that the Autobots had managed to survive as well.

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I abruptly open my eyes and realize that it was all just a dream. A wave of loneliness washes over me. I get up lazily and, as I make my way back through the corridors to the control cabin, I settle into the command seat. I switch on the panels and begin reviewing my work from the previous night

As I prepare to head out and explore the forest, I pause to analyze my internal systems, feeling a mix of excitement and energy coursing through my structure. I move to one of the carefully designed compartments inside the ship and retrieve a staff, crafted with the most advanced Cybertronian technology. It is my proudest creation. I hold the staff firmly for a moment, admiring its sleek metallic design, and then activate a discreet button on its side. Instantly, it begins to shrink, transforming into a compact and easy-to-carry object. I carefully store it in a compartment integrated into my core, ready to be used whenever necessary.

As I step out of the ship, I close the hatch, hearing the mechanical echo as it locks securely. The moment feels significant as I prepare for my transformation. I adjust my stance, realign my joints in a swift motion, and propel myself into the air. I feel my form reconfiguring—metal plates shifting, gears turning, and energy flowing through my structure—as I take on my vehicle mode. Now transformed into a sturdy, four-wheeled vehicle, I begin my journey. The dirt road I follow is narrow, full of twists and surrounded by dense vegetation, but it leads directly to the forest that awaits me…

To be continued…