Pretty much my first TF fanfic, tried to keep the haracters true to their selves, except Lockdown, who is much younger, like Bumblebee young. Don't worry, you see foreshadowing of what he's going to become.
A tall green and black robot stood, facing a white and black robot. "Now, show me the techniques I just taught you." The white and black robot, named Yoketron, said to his student, Lockdown. "Alright, sensei. Heeeyah!" The younger robot jumped in the air, and attempted to deliver a flying kick. However, Yoketron grabbed his pupil's foot, and slammed him into the ground. "Ooof! How did you-?" "Experience. A wise cyber-ninja can predict a foe's attack simply by watching his movements." Master Yoketron then reached out a hand, helping his student get back off the ground. "Now, you must train. The more you train, the harder it will be for me to read your movements." Lockdown grumbled. He hated training, and wanted to be the best now...
Alone in a room, Lockdown practiced his kicks and punches. He had been training under Yoketron for two vorns, and yet he still hadn't shown him how to open the door to the Protoform vault. Lockdown was angry, sick of his master treating him like a Protoform. His expression was changing from a frustrated frown to an angry scowl quickly, and his punches and kicks were getting more furious, every shout becoming louder... No. Master Yoketron always told him to be patient, and to never let anger get the better of him. ... Forget what that old coot says, he thought, and he walked out of the room into Cybertron. The dojo was located in Altihex, one of the worst cities in Cybertron that WASN'T yet controlled by Decepticons. Lockdown was going to get a drink over at Maccadam's, when he heard someone talk to him...
"You want power, don't you, yes?" Lockdown looked around, searching for the source of the hissing voice. "Who the slag are you, and why are you talking to me?" A small white robot with six spider-like legs stepped out of the shadows. He was slender, with long arms that ended with long, claw-like fingers and his face had two large, insect like red optics taking up most of his forehead, and wrapping around like some obscene mantis. His mouth was permanently in a wicked grin, exposing many razor sharp teeth. "Heeheehee, an Autobot coming out on the streets alone... You are angry, yes?" "How did you-?" Lockdown then noticed the insignia on the smaller robot's right shoulder. "You're a Decepticon!" Lockdown then struck a fighting stance, ready for a fight. "Ooooh, a feisty one you are. No matter. I'll have you soon enough, yes?" Suddenly, the robot shot a stream of gas from exhaust pipes on his shoulders! Lockdown then immediately fell down, put into stasis by knockout gas...
"Where... Where am I?" Lockdown looked around, and saw he was shackled onto an operating table. "Why, you're in my laboratory, little Autobot. I'm afraid I haven't introduced myself. I'm Scalpel, head of Decepticon research. And you... Are my latest subject, yes?" "Subject... What the slag are you... AAAAARGH!" Lockdown felt searing pain, as the little robot sliced off one of his arms with his blade-like talons! "Oh, it didn't hurt that badly, yes?" Then, the robot used his spider-like legs to crawl up a rack, and picked a forearm that had what appeared to be a rocket where it would meet the elbow. Then, Lockdown screamed in pain, as the smaller robot welded this onto Lockdown's elbow... "All done!" Scalpel's psychotic grin seemingly grew wider, looking at his subject. "What did... What did you do to me?" "Oh, nothing much. It's called a mod." Lockdown looked puzzled. "A mod? As in, an upgrade? Are you saying-" "Yes, I just made you a bit more powerful. You should be thanking me, yes?" Scalpel pressed a button, releasing Lockdown's restraints. "Mods don't just effect a small part of your frame... They effect your processor. I'm pretty sure your sensei will be... Surprised. You may go now, yes?" Lockdown then looked around. "How do I get out of here?" Oh, just shut your eyes..." Scalpel then pressed another button, causing a trap door to open under Lockdown's feet, whisking him through a garbage chute to the back into an alleyway in Altihex. "Huh... That was odd." Lockdown then transformed back into vehicle mode, unaware the mod had also included a tracking device...
"Lord Megatron!" On the viewscreen in Scalpel's laboratory, the unmistakable visage of Megatron, leader of the Decepticons appeared. "Ah, Scalpel. What horrible experiment have you created today?" "Oh, I just planted a tracking device on an Autobot cyber-ninja. With luck, he'll speed right back to the dojo. Just think of all those protoforms... Waiting to be 'enhanced.' Heeheehee..." Megatron smirked. "And, I am sure you gave him a mod. Perhaps he may come back for more..." Meanwhile, at the dojo... "Sensei, I'm ready to show you something." "Ah, you have been practicing I presume?" Lockdown rolled his eyes. "Actually, I... Well, let me show you." Lockdown then launched his forearm from hsi elbow, rocketing it around the room to the horrified optics of Yoketron. "Lockdown, how could you?" Lockdown looked surprised at his sensei's reaction. "But... It's just a mod, sensei..." "Lockdown, mods are unnatural and it his wrogn to use them. I am afraid I will ahve to banish you from the dojo..."
As Lockdown walked away from the dojo, ashamed and angry at his closed-minded sensei, he heard a familiar, hissing voice. "I have more mods for you, Lockdown... Only I can make you more powerful..." Lockdown grinned, and walked towards the voice. Maybe he didn't need to be a stupid cyber-ninja after all...