Salvation

by nikesilvermoon

For many years, I have posed as a human, hiding as one of them. Now that the Autobots have landed, I'm at loss. The Decepticons are constantly coming after me because of my human occupation and I'm afraid of losing the trust of my comrades. My name William Lennox, proud Autobot, family to Sarah and Annabelle, and little did I know that an even bigger threat is coming to Earth.

1. Preface

Hey guys, this is not my own idea. I got this idea from a story called Shadow of the Past by Shade Penn. Broadside doesn't belong to me either. He is in fact one of the Protectobots from G1. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

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Prologue

Dust and earth got blown into the air as as gigantic metal pod crashed down from the sky. The strange alien pod traveled a few hundred yards before friction finally brought it to a halting stop. As the pod lay smoking, the metal unfurled and in its place stood a giant, metallic-

Okay, wait... I should stop there. I'm not telling this story in order. I mean, I haven't even introduced myself yet (face palm). Hmmm... how should I start this story, properly this time. I guess I should begin with the introductions first.

I'm not sure which came first, my curiosity I hold towards this planet and its species, or the fact that this was a perfect place to take refuge from the war from. When every bot evacuated Cybertron during the final days of the war, I was one of the last to go. My audios could still hear the echo of gunfire, the screams of those who didn't make it to the ships in time. I recall Megatron's orders to exterminate the Autobots, myself struggling to make to one of the emergency ships after not making it to the Ark in time. After that, the vast coldness of space was the only thing that accompanied me for many vorns. I remember the heat against my protoform's shield burning against this planet's atmosphere after I found it in a remote sector of the Milky Way Galaxy. Finally, I remember marveling at the beauty of this planet and it's species, humans. Their rate of technological advancement, speed of transition of hunter-gatherer to a globalized civilization, is simply astounding. Here, is a species on par with us in intelligence, but outshines us with their persistence, compassion, creativity, and ingenuity.

The interplanetary war have taken a great toll on my species. Cybertron, my once majestic home planet, ravaged and burned to the point that it was uninhabitable, it's core poisoned with dark energon. Its sentient inhabitants that once walked and drove through the streets: forced to join a side in a war that led only to their demise, or get annihilated indiscriminately getting caught in the crossfire. So I took it as a gift from Primus when I managed to stumble upon this little peaceful planet totally on the basis of chance,

I have hidden among the humans for quite an amount of their years now, posing as one of them. I have observed how their little world morphed and changed constantly, how their technology advanced at an even more astounding rate than usual in recent years. My name is Broadside, long standing member of the Autobots, proud husband of Sarah, loving father to my adopted creation Annabelle, and my human alias is William Joseph Lennox.

This is my story.