Red lights blared in alarm, giving the young mech a jolt awakening. At first sight, all was blurry and heated; the young mech struggling to keep his optics open without turning back into recharge. Once his processor caught up to him, his optics responded in an astrosecond; taking in the sight that lay before him. He was positioned on a berth in a tight chamber; an escape pod. Red lights blared loudly from all directions in warning, throwing the mech into panic. His frame tensed and his optics widened. He turned his helm stiffly to the screen on his left; his optics processing the Cybertronian words:

PROXIMITY WARNING

“Scarp.” He hissed; hoisting himself up with his servos. Using his peds to push off of the berth, he positioned himself on the flooring. Swiftly making his way over to the console unit, he search his processor for the needed information: how to work a simple console unit. He stopped abruptly, noticing the mistake. He doesn’t know how to work one. Before, he was never involved in anything  ‘flying’, so how would he possibly know to work an escape pod? Wait, escape pod? The young mech stopped, rummaging his processor in search of memories. Memories which’ll explain how he came to be in an escape pod. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. No. I have to figure this out. He told himself, staring at the console unit. Of course, like any sentient being, he began his trail of random pressed buttons. His fear grew every astrosecond which passed, for he can land anywhere. This particular escape pod, had no visor to reveal the outside. He was completely blind. For all he knew, he was headed straight towards a smelting pit. An enemy campsite. A nest to a predator. However, he knew since he was in an escape pod, that he was long gone from his old home. Cybertron. What had become of his old home, he wondered. Abruptly, the escape pod suddenly accelerated. The young mech was thrown back against the backside of the escape pod. He struggled to lift his helm to view the screen, left optic shut tight.

PROXIMITY WARNING! PROXIMITY WARNING!  was flashing in red Cybertronian words. His helm was thrown back against the wall, both optics shut tight. The pod sped up, not giving any signs of stopping. Well, until it was unexpectedly hit to the right side by an unknown force. The mech grabbed onto the escape door’s handle; holding it tightly with both servos. The escape pod went tumbling to the right side before regaining a free fall. It wasn’t long before the escape pod suddenly stopped with a great impact. The mech was momentarily airborne before falling to the flooring. For a while, all was silent. The mech tried to calm his beating spark; only for it to speed up again at the sound of pounding at the escape door. He stayed silent, hoping his knocker would leave at the sign of silence. Startling the mech, two large spikes appeared at the top of the escape door. The mech silenced his nervous venting as the spikes were pulled down the door. He looked around frantically to see if he could escape. Nah uh. Now way to get out other than the escape door. Once the spikes reached the bottom of the door, they entered through their scratch marks. The long spikes wrapped around the broken door and pulled backwards, pulling the door right off its hinges. The door was thrown to the side, revealing a large Insecticon. It’s red visor scanned the small escape pod, his mandibles letting out a low and deep screech. After staring straight at the mech, he turned and transformed; leaving the site. The young mech was confused at first, before looking down at his frame. It wasn’t there. Invisible, he though confusedly. But how?  As before, he searched for his memories in his processor. After a long search, he was faced with the horrible truth. His memories had been erased. A terrible uneasiness set inside of him; as well as thousands of unanswered questions. Pushing away those thoughts, he focused on the task at hand. He had to leave, before someone else came to investigate.

 A sudden vibration went through his frame. He turned around and stared at the berth. From behind it, a faint blue glow was seen. The young mech stepped towards the glow with wary. Tens of cables were plugged into the berth, and from the middle of this sea of cables, came the glow. He pushed away the cables in his way, revealing a metal cube. It was about the size of his helm. He picked it up, and turned it in his servos until he found the source of the glow. On one of the six sides of the cube, was an engravement in blue. The single Cybertronian word pulsed its glow as the mech’s optics stared at it in wonder. As soon as he read the word, he knew what it was. It was his designation. Instantly, he knew what he had to do. For whatever reason, he did not know, but his main priority was to protect this cube. With that thought in processing, he turned and exited the escape pod. The pod had landed in the middle of a forest, making it easy for him to slip into the scenery. He ran as past as his legs could carry his heavy frame. He was rather surprised at the scenery he passed, however, for it didn’t look like Cybertron at all. It was…green. And brown. It was strange to the young mech. His optics suddenly widened and his peds brought him to a halt. Cybertron… Cybertron! His memories had been erased, yet he remembered Cybertron! He remembered the cities of metal, the Cybertronians going on with their daily business. He remembered a dark figure at his side while walking next to the Sea of Rust. A faint remembrance of a war with Autobots and Decepticons. But that was all. No names. No faces. Just an incomplete scenery. He made his way through the forest once more, stopping at a blue river. He peered at himself in the water’s reflection.

Black base with a sky blue paint job. His shoulder pads were large with armour, as was his wide chassis. His shoulder pads had black spiked tips at the back, while his chassis looked more like a black, round disk. No insignia in sight. Long legs with blue and black armour. His peds had a slight strut but large wheels worked into the peds, making them look much large than compared to the rest of his body. His optics the same sky blue, only glowing. His entire blue paint job was shining, not a single scratch in sight. His helm had spiked edges at the back, making it look like a helmet instead of his own helm. His entire frame was large and stern, not what he thought he’d look like. He didn’t expect himself to be so… big.  

 He continued to stare at himself until he heard loud steps in the direction he just came from. And not just one being’s step, this was multiple. As if on instinct, his servo passed over the side of the cube, turning it invisible. He turned his helm in the direction of the steps, and where distant voices now sounded. He whipped his helm around again and started to leave the scene once more, but stopped at the new, foreign yet familiar sound enter his audio receptors. Gun shots. Battle.

 He didn’t know what came over him to turn around and run back in the direction. What am I doing?! He yelled at himself, yet didn’t stop at all. He did, however, unconsciously somehow turn himself invisible, which quieted his steps and vents. He arrived at the escape pod not 3 klicks later, only to see the midst of a battle brewing. Beings fought against each other, no mercy to be seen in any optics.

There was one large, red and blue mech, a smaller yellow mech and a short blue and pink femme. They were Autobots. They were fighting black and purple identical Dcepticon mechs, which there seemed to be a lot of, as  well as three Insecticons. The large mech was struggling against two of the three Insecticons, while the yellow mech fought the remaining Insecticon plus some of the identical mechs. The femme had a lot of identical ones on her tailpipe. They all struggled against their enemies, the large mech deciding on a plan.

 "Optimus to base, requiring backup… Ratchet, do you read?!” The large mech, dubbed ‘Optimus’, let out an annoyed vent as he dodged one of the Insecticons’ attack, only to get sliced from the back. From what the young mech could tell, he had been injured recently and still hasn’t regained full capacity. As well that there were problems brewing at their base. I have to do something… the young mech thought, annoyed that he had just stood there for so long already. But before he rushed into battle or did something he’s sure to regret, he first hid the invisible cube in a birdnest of the tree he stood under. He then faced the battle, watching as the femme got cornered between two large boulders, one he was currently on top off. Alright… He then closed his optics and focused on his arms. It wasn’t long before he heard clicks and felt the transformation. He looked down to see his arms in two guns. Nice.

 He slipped himself next to the femme, aiming his invisible guns at the mechs who cornered her. He noticed the femme slightly shaking, yet she tried to stay strong, even though she was vastly outnumbered. Not to mention she was worn down. The young mech took a deep vent, before focussing. Alright then. He aimed both his guns at the nearest mechs’ sparks. And in a nano-klik, they were both down. Offlined. My first kill… or not. The other mechs stared at the offline forms in confusion, optics flickering to the femme, who’s guns were down and optics wide. The young mech took this opportunity of confusion to take down the rest who cornered her. This drew the attention of both other battles. The young mech ran towards the yellow one, firing his invisible and soundless weapon at mechs. The Insecticon looked vastly confused. There was no enemy attacking, and no sound. They were just…offlining. The Insecticon decided not to become a target of invisible force, and transformed into his ‘bug-form’. Just as he was about to fly away, the other two Insecticons taking his lead, the young mech jumped on his back and fired at his helm. This frightened the other two and they quickly flew away. The young mech rolled off of the offlined Insecticon and slowly got to his peds. He looked around to see the three staring at the offlined forms.

“What…just happened, Optimus?” The femme asked. Optimus hesitated before answering, his vents revealing his fatigue.

 “I don’t know, Arcee.” He said, optics drooping… The young mech managed to reach him in time to catch him. Optimus was confused, but was  too tired to really process anything. The young mech wrapped one of Optimus’s arms around his invisible shoulder, hoisting him up. The young mech then took down his façade, revealing his form. The other two’s optics widened.

 “Don’t worry... I’m not a Decepticon.” The young mech said, staring at the two. Optimus then fully drooped, falling into recharge. The yellow mech suddenly came over and took Optimus’s other arm around his shoulder. A green-purple portal then appeared before them. The yellow mech started dragging them forward, but the young mech halted.

“Hold on.” The young mech said, suddenly remembering his cube. He looked towards the tree he hid it in, Arcee and the yellow mech's optics following his line of sight.
“In the bird nest, lowest branch.” He said, looking towards the femme. She hesitantly made her way towards the said tree. She reached towards the empty nest, optics widening at the invisible force.
“It's a cube. I made it invisible.” He explained briefly as she took it into her arms. The young mech could easily carry the cube in his servos, but compared to the small femme who had to carry it with the full length of her arms. The young mech tugged slightly on Optimus and the yellow mech followed his lead into the portal, Arcee following behind. As soon as they entered through, a foreign voice sounded.
“I apologize, Optimus. But Bulkhead here temporarily damaged our communications and I - Optimus?!” The white and red short mech began but stopped abruptly as he saw his fallen leader, optics completely ignoring the unknown mech.
“Medical bay! Now!” He spoke quickly, rushing into the bay to prepare a berth. The young and yellow mech rushed in after him, placing Optimus on the large berth. The doc-bot took no time in hesitation, treating his fallen leader. Both mechs knew they would just be in the way so they left. As they entered the large main room of the base, four extra optics fell on the newcomer. A large green mech, slightly shorter than Optimus. A silver, blue and red mech, about the same size of the yellow mech. Silence settled at first, before Arcee stepped towards him; invisible cube in arms. He accepted it with a small smile.
“Thanks.” He said, sliding his hand over the side of the cube to reveal its solid, metal form. As well as the faint glowing engraving.
“Wait, who's this?” The silver mech questioned, staring at the young mech with confusion.
“Ever heard of common courtesy?” The young mech responded, sarcastically. The green mech chuckled.
“I'm Smokescreen.” The silver mech responded, a little fazed from another newcomer.
“The designation's Mirage.” The young mech introduced, bowing his helm a little.
“As you know, I'm Arcee.”
“[I'm Bumblebee.]” The yellow mech responded in beeps, his voice box missing.
“Bulkhead,” The large green mech introduced. "The doc in there is Ratchet, while the big guy is Optimus Prime." Bulkhead introduced the absent in the room. 'Prime?' Mirage questioned in his mind.
“Thanks for saving our tailpipes.” Arcee spoke, trying to keep a strong posture; when in truth she was dead tired.
“I just knew I had to help is all.” He said, holding the cube tight to his chassis with his right arm.

 “[Still, you saved us from becoming one with the AllSpark . Optimus has been working non-stop recently and Arcee and I underestimated their numbers and got worn down.]” Bumblebee said. Mirage smiled at him and bowed his head slightly in a nod.  

 “So you were the one in the escape pod.” Arcee said. Mirage nodded in conformation.

 “I don’t know for how long though; neither where I was before. It seems someone has erased my memories. Or at least altered it. I still remember Cybertron and the war, but I can’t remember which side I was on.” Mirage said, truthfully.

 “But you saved them. You can’t be a Decepticon.” Smokescreen said, indicating to Arcee and Bumblebee.

 “That says nothing. I could be deceiving myself when I say I’m an Autobot, and you.” Mirage said, staring at Smokescreen until he shivered.

 “What’s the cube?” Arcee questioned. Mirage looked down at it.

 “I don’t know. I just know I have to protect it.” He answered, running a digit over the engraving. There was silence once more. An uncomfortable tension settled until it was interrupted two breems alter. Peds sounded as Ratchet exited the medical bay.

 “How’s Optimus?” Arcee asked.

 “He’s alright. The recharge-less nights of the Iacon deciphering and his previous battle with Megatron have taken a toll on his physical health. He’ll be fine after he’s well rested.” Vents of relief sounded the room. Mirage stepped forward, Rathet’s optics darted to him.

 “I am Mirage.” He introduced  himself. Ratchet nodded his head in acknowledgement, suspicion clear on his face.

 “Ratchet.” He said, before noticing Mirage’s empty chassis and helm. No insignia.

 “Autobot?” He questioned.

 “No memories.” Mirage answered. Ratchet fell silent before mumbling something inaudible to their audio receptors. ‘Neutral… for now anyways.’ was what he mumbled.

 “Let me check your processor capacity for any blockage.” Ratchet said, more like ordered. And for any visible red zones full of hostile intent.

 “Of course, thank you.” Mirage said, thankful, which he was. It could maybe give him an indication of where he needs to start searching. He followed Ratchet back into the medical bay, passing an unconscious Optimus. Mirage was instructed to a berth. Ratchet took two wires, placing the largest behind the berth and the other on his helm.

 “This might hurt.” Ratchet warned before starting.

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Thanks for reading!

Okay so I struggled to explain how he looks, but I got the idea of his apperance from the picture at the side. Mine doesn't have that big shoulders, two arms, none of those orange spike stuff, his face looks a bit different and he's slightly taller. Otherwise, he looks more like Bumblebee. Alright, thanks!