Tasuki: Well, since apparently some weird shit happened to my little author's notes on the top when I edited the chapters... I'm going to make this short and easy, and not bother with the others, since I don't even remember what I put

All the information I know of G1 is from the CARTOON. So, a lot of the time I have to base the personalites of the Autobots off of what i saw in the CARTOON and here, at fanfic. I also used the Transformers Wikia, but that can only get you so far, so don't gripe if they're not perfect. Rather, give me some advice on how I can improve their personalities to fit them better.

Also, this story takes place 1000 YEARS in the future. There will be a lot of new things technology wise, so the starting is slow, as I'm going to try and get you into the new stuff rather than just smacking you in the face and saying, "HERE. UNDERSTAND IT." It's going to be a little boring, but once the first Autobot comes in, it gets exciting. :'3

Summary: G1 AU. 1000 years ago the Autobots vanished from the world after a fight and soon the Decepticons controlled all. Planets and species are on the verge of destruction, and their only hope for salvation is a mechanical genius whom discovers a certain red Autobot Twin. (OC x OC Rated T for language)

Return of the Fallen

By: Tasuki

Chapter 01: Excavation Part 1

A loud THUD echoed through the large, literally “canyon” of metal junkyard piles that was soon followed by a long string of curses and the annoyed growl of an animal. Perhaps if there had been others in the abandoned junkyard, they would’ve looked, but instead the pair of visitors were given silence in their predicament. The owner of the curses rubbed her posterior as her companion, a large feline, used its head to push the metal object on her leg off. The metal hit the ground with a soft clank, and, with its new job finished; the feline approached the in-pain-girl and nuzzled her affectionately. She huffed slightly as she rubbed the feline behind the ears softly, pulling her leg towards her.

Luckily the metal had been nothing more than a small panel, else the small scratch she had would’ve been much worse. She scowled as she stood back up, glaring up at the pile of metal junk she had been digging through. The blasted pile had the nerve to be an ass and only allow the piece of metal she wanted to see come out when she used all of her force. She let out a low growl as she gave it a rather rude gesture with her middle finger and walked off. If the pile was going to be like that, she’d just go rummage through a DIFFERENT pile. That would show it.

“Piece of scrap wasn’t even worth it,” she grumbled coarsely as she glanced over the other piles. Her feline companion quickly followed and pushed its head into her hand. She obliged with its silent request and rubbed the side of its head. “ What about this one, Tigraux? Think we’ll find anything?” The feline removed itself from her hand and stepped forward. It cocked its head slightly as its tail flicked upwards. After a few good seconds it looked back at the girl and let out a soft meow. She nodded, with a slight smile. “ Let’s get to work then.” With a grunt she carefully tested a piece of a metal before putting her full weight on it. No one could ever really tell if the metal was stable, no matter how long lasting it was supposed to be.

Of course, not many enacted in this odd hobby of hers. Then again, most people got their metal from stores or stole it from somewhere or something. Not her, though. She got her goods from the metal junkyards. Sure it didn’t have the “newer” metal, but it was free. Besides, she, using her genius mechanical skill she could make the metal look better than when it had been first forged and stronger.

“Hmm? What is this that I spy with my little eyes?” she grinned as her “little eyes” caught sight of something. Her feline friend pranced over, being careful to not disrupt the metal junk pile’s balance. The object in question was a pipe-looking object. To anyone else, the pipe would look like something from a house water system, but for her, it was something quite different. She smirked slightly as she grasped the pole and pulled. This time the metal came out easily and she cradled it in her hands. It was in good shape- hardly any rust at all or bents. She gripped the pole in her left hand while caressing it with her right. It was nice and smooth. Cold too. It was going to make the perfect part for her newest inventions.

“Take this to the bike will ya, boy? It’ll make the perfect part for my trial energy sniper rifle,” she laughed, almost giddily. The feline purred and grasped the pipe in his fangs, careful to not puncture the metal and leaped from the pile and to the ground in a graceful manner. Show-off she thought with a roll of the eyes. It wasn’t her fault she wasn’t built with feline-grace.

She eyed her companion a bit longer before returning to the pile. She carefully used her gloved hands to push through the outer wall of metal, hoping to find even more valuable types of metal beneath. The older it was, the better. Newer metal was annoying to work with, and was, as-of-late, made to where it was almost impossible to re-forge. Curse those higher ups in the government. They had finally gotten smart these days. She scowled, thinking about it. They were going to end up ruining her fun and business.

With a grunt, she pulled down the goggles that had been laying silently against her backwards hat over her eyes. She was going to have to get her face down in there a bit. Thankfully, these metal junk piles weren’t like the normal junkyards. Those disgusting things were full of grime and, well, she’d rather not think about it. Metal junk piles on the other hand, were rather clean, except for the occasional rust and sharp edges jutting out here-and-there. Nothing she couldn’t handle.

With a sigh, she pulled out of the cave she had dug, unable to find anything else good. That usually meant the rest of the pile was bad, too. She wondered how many she’d gone through now. Maybe I should start to count she mumbled inwardly as she made her way back down, glancing over the pile again, just in case. Finding none, she frowned, and quickened her pace. She wasn’t having much luck today.

So far she’d only found that pipe and a few parts she’d be able to use to weld onto her inventions to improve them. Oh well, one couldn’t get everything they wanted, or needed, all the time. Though, she noted she had a few hours left as she glanced up at the sky. The sun was about halfway through the second half of the day. She’d need about an hour to get home before dark else the Watchers would undoubtedly find and capture her.

She growled under her breath, the thought of the Watcher’s deeds flashing through her thoughts. She’d love to destroy those things one day, but for now, she had to keep herself in line and just go to another junk pile. As she did so her feline companion finally re-joined her and trotted happily beside her. Though, his trot slowed to a walk when he noticed his friend’s mood. His tail drooped slightly, and let his eyes glance over the piles.

He occasionally sniffed around when his friend stopped to inspect a few piles, searching for the scent of any good metal she might need. Having been working with her ever since his awakening, which had been a good six years, he was quite familiar with the metal she required. It was a little odd knowing metal had a different scent depending on their type and, amazingly, age, but then again, perhaps it was just his special sense of smell.

“Anything on your end?” his friend called out, kicking aside a rejected piece of metal. He glanced over at her and drooped his ears. She frowned and sagged her shoulders slightly, but went back to work. His tail flicked again as he too frowned. He really wanted to find something for her- something that would make her extremely happy. She was more fun that way, except maybe when she was pissed off. She was funny then, or, at least, he thought so.

He quickly leaped up, landing gently on a thick metal pole and raised his nose to the sky. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as well. All kinds of scents filled his nose and he easily sorted through them searching for just the right type of metal. He recognized many of the scents; water pipes, energy pipes, car parts, and so on. If he remembered correctly, she needed a certain type of car metal, one at least eight years old. That way it would be able to be reshaped.

He quickly pushed away the scents of metals younger than eight years and delved into the remaining scents. There actually wasn’t that big of a chance to find car parts. Now a-days people decided to recycle those parts. He couldn’t help but wonder why just car parts and not things like metal piping or even chairs? He’d never understand how humans worked, except maybe his friend. He understood her pretty well. In fact, even though he still couldn’t talk yet they understood what the other was thinking and saying. Though, in his case, it was what he was trying to say.

He opened his eyes once more, finding a scent familiar to what was needed and decided to investigate. He made sure to glance back at his friend, whom was rummaging through a new pile, before he leaped from the pipe onto another piece of metal, keeping his mind set on the scent and following it.

She looked up from her pile as she heard the sound of metal claws on metal. She managed to catch her feline friend’s tail disappearing and shrugged to herself. Hopefully he’d found something. Knowing him, he probably had. She had designed his sense of smell to be that way. Finding the certain types of needed metal was a lot easier when you’re companion had a metal nose that could pick up the different scents of metal, which was normally odorless to humans.

She always wondered how she managed to create such a nose, but it seemed to escape her. She simply figured it was because she had been in a rushed situation with the feline and her instincts just somehow “magically” made the nose. Either way, the nose was great, although the owner of the nose was even better. He was great company for her, even if he couldn’t speak yet. His vocals had yet to gain the ability to talk, but it wouldn’t be too long now. He was finally making noises, such as purring, growling, and meowing. She could’ve sworn some of the meows she had heard, sounded like words.

She smiled lightly. She couldn’t wait until her friend could talk. Sure, she could understand him, but she wanted to hear his voice, not his body language. For now, though, she’d wait and continue to find metal for her projects. With once last glance in her companion's direction, she returned to the pile.

-O-

With a growl of annoyance she tore away from the pile she was at and kicked a nearby metal panel. The panel flew a good five feet as clenched her hands into fists and seethed through her teeth. She was getting frustrated, and she'd rather not do that right now. She was always told she needed more patience, but there was really no time for that. She needed parts for her invention and she needed, no, she wanted them now.

Yet it would seem whatever higher up existed up above was determined to keep her from acquiring what she needed. With another growl, this time a bit more calm, she pulled off her hat and ran a hand through her reddish-brown hair. She looked up into the sky and scowled, her mood darkening once more.

She was going to have to leave soon, if not now. She cursed under her breath and looked around for her feline companion. She narrowed her eyes, not spotting him anywhere. Where had that feline go? She let out a deep sigh, cupped her hand over her mouth, and yelled out the feline's name. She could hear her voice echo until it finally vanished without an answer.

She walked over to the metal panel she had kicked, and kicked it again- much harder this time. It flew a lot farther, even managing to hit against another piece of metal and ricocheting in another direction. She power-walked her way in the direction her feline companion had and called out his name once more. Luckily, she was answered this time with a very loud meow. Her eyes brightened slightly. She knew that type of meow. She grinned ever so slightly and turned her power-walk into a run. Tigraux had found something. It would seem the "higher up, or 'ups'" was not so cruel after all. 'Atta boy, Tig. Just lead the way for me.

As if he had read her mind, he meowed once more and she changed direction following the call. She noted it was pretty far back. She wondered how old it was. It was no good if it was too old. It would be too brittle and break or undergo some other disaster under her tools. Though, knowing her friend, it was just what she needed. She had yet to doubt his nose, and didn't really plan on now.

She nearly tripped as she changed direction mid-step, but caught herself and hurried after the familiar meow. It was much louder this time. She was getting very close. She could even hear a soft echo of his metal claws scratching at something. She finally let loose a real grin as she rounded another pile and saw her feline companion waiting, his eyes flashing excitedly. She returned the gaze and hurried over.

She panted softly as she slowed to walk and came up next to him. He rubbed against her hand affectionately, and she returned it with a good rub behind the ears. He purred loudly and scratched against a piece of metal. She crouched down beside him and ran a hand over it. It looked like it was in deep, but it was definitely what she wanted. She smiled brightly and glanced over the metal pinning the piece she wanted.

"It's in deep... Gunna be hard getting it out. Let’s start moving what we can, shall we?" she mused, standing back up. Tigraux meowed softly, his tail flicking happily. His friend was happy, so he was happy. He stood expectantly as his friend carefully nudged various pieces. She carefully eased away pieces that she could, being sure to test each out in case it caused other pieces to fall. He crouched down slightly; ready to pushed her aside in case she was in danger. He made sure to eye the other metals, ready to leap up and catch them if they dared move. So far everything was going fine. She was easily moving pieced away and more of the metal he had found was showing.

It was definitely a part of a car, which was exactly what she needed for one of her inventions. It didn't look to old, although the color was extremely dulled. She could just barely make out a hint of any color, but couldn't tell what it was. It wouldn't be hard to get the color back. All she needed to do was scan that little hint and her computers would find the color and then she'd repaint it, though not before fixing it up. Of course, she'd just end up coloring it same color as the other metal of the invention she was going to use it for. Also, there were various dents here and there. Nothing too bad, but if she wanted to use it she'd have to get them out.

That was what she did, though. She was a Metal Junker and a mechanic. This was her living, and she lived it. She smiled lightly, just imagining the potential her invention had... if it worked. She turned the smile into a light sigh as she tugged at a piece of pipe. Her expression scowled soon after when she found the pipe wouldn't budge. She glanced over at her companion, whom nodded, as she placed a foot against a stable piece of metal and the other on the ground. With a grunt she pulled with a great amount of strength. The metal pipe screeched as it scratched against the other metal, but it came out, slowly. She let out a low growl, as she pulled harder causing the metal pipe to go at a faster pace.

It wasn't long before it was out and she tossed it aside. She wiped her brow quickly and resumed her work, although she noted the pipe had left a small ark from where she'd pull it out. She scratched her chin curiously, and peered into it. Nothing but blackness, except for the three sparkles of sunlight that had managed to seep through.

"I think... there's something big under here. The metal should've moved when I pulled the pipe out," she mused to her companion and to herself. The feline moved beside her and peered into the hole as well. He sniffed at it lightly, and found more of the scent he had tracked. His eyes flashed for a second as their sensors turned on.

His tail flicked, as he nudged his friend lightly. She glanced over and noticed his look. Right next to one of the three sparkles of sunlight, was another part of the metal panel he had found deeper in there. She rubbed her chin thoughtfully and reached her other hands to caress the other metal panel. It was the same alright. It had the same feel to it. Pulling her arm back she slipped it into her messenger bag hanging on her hip and dug through it until she found the object she desired. She quickly pulled out a flashlight, turned it on, and aimed it at the hole. The darkness was easily sent away and she could see, except until she met another piece of metal in the way. She ignored it, though, and glanced over the metal panel.

She carefully brushed and tugged other metal aside revealing more of the panel. She clicked her tongue, wondering if she should try and pull it out now. There was still metal covering it, but it shouldn’t be too hard. Though, then there was the fact, if she failed, no doubt the metal on it would cave in and she’d have to start all over. She clicked her tongue again and turned off her flashlight. She glanced at the sky again and noted she only had about twenty minutes left.

She growled in annoyance as she returned her flashlight to her bag and went with her first choice. Might as well as try now. She grasped the metal tightly, giving a glance towards Tigraux, and pulled. The metal around the object creaked and scraped against one another as she continued to pull. It was just daring to come tumbling down, but it somehow managed to not do so. Although, it might’ve also been because the metal panel she was grasping refused to budge at all. She glared daggers at it and pulled harder, but to no avail. The metal refused to budge, and she was quite sure it was secretly taunting her.

With a snarl she kicked it and pulled again. It still refused to budge, not even a small twitch. The only thing that moved really was the metal it was supporting, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She turned her eyes on her feline friend, whom shrunk back a little before moving to the panel and started to move what he could.

He had to take back a little of what he said about enjoying her when she was pissed, at least in these moments. Her being pissed off due to frustration wasn’t really all that funny. He watched her out of the corner of his eye and he moved another piece of metal, having found everything else would still be stable. Her eyes were flaring with a fire he couldn’t help but smile at. She was in her determined mode, although that usually meant she was pissed, but it was nice to see the look in her eye.

He purred softly so she wouldn’t hear, as he tossed another metal panel away. He flinched when he felt the metal beneath him move, though. He eyed the pile nervously and then his companion. She was panting, but had a small smirk. She had obviously accomplished something and, as to not ruin it, he quickly leaped back to the ground. She thrust her hands to her hip and sighed.

“Damn thing doesn’t want to come out… I finally managed to just barely move it, though… We’ll have to come back tomorrow with tools. We can risk the Watchers.” Tigraux growled, fur on his neck bristling. He hated those things, too, though, his hate hardly compared to hers. She pat his head softly, keeping her anger inwards. She looked over the metal panel once more before turning around and letting her feline companion lead the way back to her ride.

-O-

With a frown, she gazed over her finding for the day, which were stored neatly in a crate on the back of her two-seater vehicle. There were only about five panels and two pipes. She shook her head, annoyed that she wasn’t finding more. One was simply because she was having bad luck. The other was because of the Watchers. They were being let out sooner, not to mention they had been upgraded as of late. She growled softly, keeping her anger intact.

She could take it out back at the warehouse. Yeah, that’s what she’d do. Today was a good day to test out her weapon once she used her findings to finish it. She breathed in deeply as she stepped into her vehicle and sat down on the leather seat. Her feline friend quickly leaped into the passenger seat and curled into a ball of fur. She smiled lightly, seeing how adorable he looked. She stroked his back softly before pressing the activation code on the panel on her steering wheel.

The vehicle roared and lifted off the ground, anti-gravitational thrusters coming to life. She used the steering wheel to steady the vehicle and checked its status. Energy levels were good, as were the mechanics. Anti-gravitational thrusters were at one hundred percent and the cargo was safe and secure. With a satisfied nod she jerked the steering wheel to the right and did a quick one-eighty. Tigraux meowed in response, clinging to the leather seat. She grinned in amusement. “Sorry, boy. Gotta pay attention.”

With that, and a laugh, she presses on her engine thrusters and shot forward. The two burst through the entrance to the metal junkyard they had made and quickly returned to the road, putting on more speed. She quickly pressed a black button and a force field sputtered to life around the top of the vehicle, protecting them from outside forces as they were already nearing one hundred twenty miles per hour. She eyed the electronic clock blinking at her in the top center of her dashboard.

They had plenty of time to get back, but best to get there as fast as possible. Staying out past curfew wasn’t the brightest idea, or better yet, why bother thinking it at all? She had to wonder why she always let herself stay out so close to curfew. It was a risky thing to do, and she knew it all too well, which only furthered the question.

She let a growl, “Who the hell cares, anyways?” She shook the question from her head and pushed the thrusters to one-fifty. She ignored her feline companion’s look and kept her eyes on the road, using her various methods to cool her head. Today was the count-to-ten, and, thankfully, it worked.

She lowered the thrusters back to one-twenty and let her body relax. No need to get a speeding ticket for, well, she couldn’t quite remember how many times. She grinned mischievously, but a growl-like cough noise turned it to a frown. She glances over at her friend, whom was giving his “I-know-what-you’re-thinking-don’t-do-it” eye to her. She snorted and returned her eyes to the road.

“I shouldn’t have let him teach you that,” she grumbled under her breath, but not enough so her friend couldn’t hear. He smirked boastfully and curled up in a tighter ball. With that they fell into silence, except for the humming from the engines flowing through the interior of the vehicle. They remained this way until, at last, they reached their home, or at least that’s what they called it.

She brought the vehicle into a large garage attached to her home where she slowed the thrusters to a halt and typed in her deactivation code. The vehicle’s anti-gravity thrusters slowly deactivated, setting the vehicle down gently before turning off completely. She then brought the force field down and quickly hopped out, with her feline companion following at her heels. They both made their way to crate and opened it. The cargo was as it was when she checked. With a nod she and her feline companion started to unload.

He carefully grasped a few pipes in his fangs, while she grabbed the rest of the panels and kicked the crate closed. With a grunt she looked towards a small glowing box with number and words attached to it and said, “ Computer- Close garage and open door.” The box beeped before a metal door lowered itself behind her and another door near the back opened. Tigraux quickly trotted in, while she followed at a slow walk.

Metal panels weren’t that heavy separately, but together they sure were. She let out another grunt as she made it through the door and kicked it shut. She hobbled as fast as she could to a table where her feline companion had already dropped his materials off, and she did the same. She placed her hands on her hips and let out a sigh.

“Now that that’s done… let’s see what you’re nose found back there, shall we?” she inquired, grinning at her friend, whom meowed in agreement. She gestured him to move, and he obeyed. He trotted gracefully over to another table near the right hand corner of their home and hopped up onto it. He sat down on his haunches as he waited for her to sit herself as well and grab the wires attached to the computer screen that hovered above the table, attached to the wall.

His body tensed slightly as she pressed against his neck, pushing a button that caused his fur to separate and reveal the metal beneath it. She cooed softly, reassuring him everything was fine as she plugged the wires into two sockets right where the fur had parted. With that done she turned to the computer screen, which was scanning her friend’s scent memory.

It only took a few seconds for the results to come in and a transparent screen appear right in front of her. She mused over it, using her index fingers to move the words on it up and down until she found what she was looking for. Her eyes quickly scanned over it, whilst her feline companion yawned lazily and stretched himself. He flexed his claws, silver metal gleaming in the light for a second before they retracted.

They immediately re-showed themselves when his friend let out an odd sound that seemed to linger between saying “what” and a screech. His eyes gazed at his friend widely, confused beyond belief. She was gazing intently at the screen, eyes full of even more confusion they he had.

“That’s impossible… It’s can’t be…” she started to mumble, re-reading the information for the fourth time. The words still remained the same. She bit her lip, her brain running on high-speed as she tried to think things out. There was no way the reading could be right. His nose had to have been damaged, but she had just done a check-up before they left, and that had only been about five hours ago. How could it be right? It just couldn’t be.

With a growl, she leaned up to the screen on the wall and pressed on an icon, which caused another transparent screen to appear. Her feline friend noticed and growled, head tilting to the side in confusion. She gave him a slight look, forcing him to back down and open the top layer of his nose revealing the metal one beneath it. She quickly grabbed a small devise set on one of the two shelves and hovered it above his nose. A red light flashed from the devised and scanned his nose. The beam lasted only a few seconds before the second transparent screen began to beep and a status report showed up.

She ran her eyes along it, whilst Tigraux returned his outer layer of nose to normal, twitching a bit once he finished the process. Making sure to read the scans at least three times, she let out a defeated groan. The scanner detected nothing wrong with his nose. That meant the information was correct, even though it was rather impossible for it to be so. She pulled off her hat and a ran a hand through her hair for the second time that day.

“Well, now we definitely have to go back there and get that metal,” she mused, leaning back against the chair. Tigraux edged closer to her, a curious glint in his eyes. She noted and sighed, with a slight grin. “ You’re nose has apparently picked up metal from way back when.”

He let out a sound that seemed to lie between a growl and meow. His ears flattened against his head and he frowned. Had the metal really been that old? It certainly didn’t look it, except maybe the dulled color. He flicked his tail back and forth, whole-heartedly agreeing that they needed to go back to that metal junkyard. Metal that interesting couldn’t be ignored.

He turned towards her and meowed, lowering his head to gesture to the cords sticking from his neck. She smiled lightly and pulled them out. He happily returned the fur to its normal position and stood to shake himself. She rolled her eyes, chuckling softly, as she returned the cords to their normal position and turned the screen off. With that done, and his shaking done, she gestured for him to hop in her arms. He purred loudly and did as told. She grunted as she felt the heavy animal cuddle up like a kitten, but managed to keep her grip.

“You need to lay off the cat food, boy.” He let out a soft growl and nipped at one of her hands. She frowned, “Hey! Don’t make me drop you! You wanna recharge in the bed tonight?” The feline meowed softly and snuggled into her chest. She rolled her eyes again as she walked towards another door on the right side of her home. Sometimes he’s too easy she laughed inwardly.

“Room door open,” she called out. A click and an open door was her response. “Lamp on.” The once dark lamp in her room glowed brightly as she stepped into the room. She smiled lightly as the feline sprang from her arms and to the bed they shared. It was a two-person, but she had it all to herself. Although, sometimes her feline friend would cuddle up right next to her, safely woven between her arms.

She stretched herself as she flopped onto the bed, Tigraux rubbing against her head affectionately. She purred at him, scratching behind his ears just as affectionately. She mused in her thought as well, wondering about the metal and the plans for tomorrow. They would need to leave early if they wanted to get pretty far. Not to mention, she was going to need to pack the big tools. It was a little early for her to even think about recharging, but today she could make an exception. With a grunt she heaved herself up and started to ready herself for recharge.

“All systems, Lock down,” she yelled out as she pulled her recharging shirt on. There was a familiar beep once more and her home went dark, except for the lamp in her room. She threw her dirty clothes in a small basket by the door, kicking it closed on the way. With that done, and having her hat and goggles set in their usual place, she leaped into bed and quickly snuggled beneath the covers. Her feline friend soon followed, although he preferred to recharge on top of the covers.

She slowly pulled her hand from his head and down his back, causing it to arch and his tail to flick up. She chuckled slightly and rolled onto her back. She wasn’t really showing, but she was very excited about tomorrow. The strange metal they had found was the most intriguing thing she had found in years. There was no way in hell she was going to pass this up.

“Lamp, off,” she said softly, and the room went dark except for the dim glow from her feline’s eyes. She let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes, awaiting tomorrow. It had been a long time since she had done a real excavation, and not a scavenging.

Chapter 01: End

Tasuki:

Constructive criticism and reviews are welcomed :'3

P.S. (If you want to see what Rayven and Tigraux look like, go to my deviantart page in my profile. You'll find them.)