'Above all, do not lament my absence. For in my spark, I know that this is not the end, but merely a new beginning. Simply put; another transformation.'
Optimus Prime flew down the Well of Allsparks, straight to the heart of Cybertron; straight to Primus. Once the Last Prime reached the central core chamber, he opened his chest, revealing the Matrix of Leadership. Its crystal centre glowed fiercely with the light of the AllSpark within, waiting to be reunited with its home.
As the light began to consume him, Optimus closed his optics, and he flew into the Creator's spark, and became one with Primus.
Lights erupted out of the core, shooting out to Cybertron's surface, each burning a bright individual colour. As the lights shot out of the Well, Bumblebee, Ultra Magnus, Arcee, Bulkhead, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Smokescreen and Knock Out gazed on, until a red light darted back and forth before them for a moment, before whizzing off across the planet with the other sparks.
'By the Allspark...' Ratchet murmured, watching as the new sparks explored their restored world.
'So, where will they go?' Smokescreen asked, facing his colleagues.
'Primus will create protoforms,' Bumblebee answered, his optics wide with amazement, unblinking as he watched the colours streak across the horizon. 'The protoforms will fill these alcoves,' he gestured towards the little caves lining the Well. 'The sparks, having gained basic knowledge on Cybertron having explored it, as they are doing now, will fill those and become like us.' He blinked, and looked across at the others, who stared back at him, in question.
Bumblebee rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. 'Optimus taught me it,' he explained. 'When we first got back to Cybertron.'
Ratchet blinked, and then shook his head. 'Yes. Well, ahem, I must get back to Earth. No doubt the children and Agent Fowler will want to know of this.'
The other robots shook themselves out of their stupor and looked at Ratchet.
'Of course,' Ultra Magnus nodded. 'We shall prepare the space bridge for you, Doctor.'
All of them transformed to their respective vehicle modes, except for Knock Out.
The former Decepticon stood a while longer to watch the sparks fly around, before murmuring to himself, 'ooh, new shiny finishes!'
He then sped in pursuit of his new allies.
He sensed it.
In the emptiness, He felt the last one disappear.
He laughed. A cold, echoing laugh that rang through the blackness, until it eventually faded to silence.
He looked towards the tiny pinprick of light, the only change of scenery in His featureless surroundings, apart from His manacles that resisted His touch.
He waited. He had waited for eons for this. He could wait a little while longer for His plans to come to fruition.
