Hi all, this is a fanfic that I wrote for March's fanfic competition on IDW's transformers forum.

I managed to get the most votes (by one!) so I get to choose April's character.

Here it is for your reading pleasure!

Planet/Date: Earth, 2012
Location: Los Angeles, CA
“Bring ‘em over here, Inferno!” cried Defensor as he lifted the remains of the smouldering building from its shaky position and placed it carefully onto the pile of smoking rubble next to him. It was a place he had become used to, the giant helping hand, the sole defence of the indefensible, and he knew it was also where he belonged.

His use on the frontline was limited, as he had found deep in himself a desire and function that was not attuned to acting in pure rage or with raw violence.

In the past two years he had aided various Human governments doing what he did best. Protect the innocent.

Earth had not asked for this war. Like all the planets that they had spread their insidious, creeping death and destruction, Earth had not coped well. So many times he had been faced with devastation on both an emotional and tangible level that his own processors could not manage.


“Here ya go guys! One load of struts and plating to build one heck of a shelter.” Inferno’s cheeriness grated against Defensor’s stern work ethic today. This was more that his processors had to deal with. He was not fully “I”, but also “We”. Since his first days of existence, during the terrible and irrevocable battles on Garrus-9, Jetfire had continually explained to him that he was a group of five Autobots become one. It was a pained and strenuous experimental technology, according to Jetfire, who also seemed to exude a smirk of pride whenever Defensor turned his back. But his vision was expansive, as he had come to find.

During his first exposure to the battlelines, he had found himself gifted with quick reflexes that belied his physical stature. This was a particular benefit when confronted with the behemoth figure of the poor Decepticon creature known only as Monstructor.

Fortunately he was free to live and protect on Earth as he continued to learn and reflect on his existence. Some part of him would say his “current” existence, but that’s something to reflect on later.

Because before him lay widespread destruction, apparently caused by a small Decepticon raiding party that Hot Rod had fortunately tracked to a small outcrop some miles south of the flaming consequences they had left.

He knew he would have to move on, and would not be here to the end of his work, but there were more innocents out there to protect. Those that are constantly threatened by the Decepticons presence. He was going to be needed elsewhere. It was inevitable.


Comments and crits are welcome! Please play nice with me, lol. :P