We see a younger Trajon working on a prototype humanoid  robot in an alleyway. A lock in her hair held her main memory. It was a prototype so he didn't know how to keep even more memory within her main memory banks. He vision started to show within a warehouse.

Trajon:... Ok vision's normal. Alright Prototype #1 welcome to the world.

#1:... Where am I?

Trajon: Just a place I'm living in for right now. So #1 this is our home for right now.

She looks around to see some big areas of metals and spar parts. It was all he had at the time as it was just... kind of depressing. But he had a smile when he first saw her wake up. 

Trajon: Your design is kind of incomplete right now.

#1: What do you mean?

Trajon: What I mean is that most of your memory will be in the lock within your hair.

She touches her head to hear a clink of a lock

#1: Why is that?

Trajon: I don't know how to extend memory banks. If I did I wouldn't have put that lock on you.

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#1 was now helping Trajon around the warehouse, simple things like cleaning the spare parts and he thought her how to cook and even programmed some fighting sequences. She loved her sergeant father. She saw her "father" working on her next body frame and she was excited to get this new body.

#1: This is my new body?

Trajon: Yeah, I just hope they don't find out.

#1: Who's they?

He stiffened when she asked he simply'd smiled and said.

Trajon: People who would want to take you. Bad people, I'd rather you not meet them #1.

She now worries for her life.

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#1 was suddenly waken from her recharge station by a siren noise outside the warehouse and Trajon rummaging through his stuff and packing a bag. He notices #1 and runs up to her with a key.

#1: What are you doing?

Trajon: Making sure they don't take any important memories from you.

#1: T-their here?

Trajon: *sigh* You have many important files from me. If they find out about my past, it'll be the end of me and you. If I do this we both won't see our end.

#1 looked at him as inserted a key in her lock and looked at her one last time.

Trajon: You won't forget me if I do this.

#1:... Ok, just don't forget me. Ok?

Trajon: Yeah.

Once he turned the key she shut downs and Trajon leaves her body their.

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Striker was cleaning up some stuff from Trajon's room until he sees a lock. He picks it and reads it's label.

Striker:... Prototype #1's memory. Never forget. What's this? Why was it in his room?

He puts it up and heads back to the living room.

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Shanic: Come on Weiss, he's fine. He's just...

Ghosty: You got nothing to help comfort her, do you.

Shanic: At least I'm trying unlike our leader who is still grasping the fact the Trajon is from a sonic universe. 

Striker: Hey guys!

They turn to see striker holding a lock. Keep in mind Weiss isn't lifting up her head.

Striker:  I found this lock in Trajon's room.

Weiss: DID SOMEONE SAW TRAJON!!!

All: AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

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Shanic: For the record. I already said Trajon. How did she not hear me?

Ghosty: We were whispering to each other.

Shanic: Ah. Right.

Weiss: Please lets get back on topic, what did you find in their?

Striker: Only this lock, no key though.

Yang: Why did he have a lock in his room?

Striker: No clue? All it says is "Prototype #1's memory. Never forget." I guess he did have a successful project before he met us. Still though, this is surprising.

Shonaku: Well, I suggest we look around here. If he wants us to find out about his past he's really making us work for it.

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We now see Trajon panting. Fighting off many soldiers of... whoever wanted him dead. Cause it sure isn't the white fang.

Striker: We need to hurry, their's no telling who wants him dead.

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A.N: So Striker or Ghosty. I want you guys to right a one-shot that takes place after this one. I'm actually curious if you guys can write something for my silver book. And yes this is canon to that book. If its not already obvious enough.