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VERY IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU START THE STORY.

What's up, fellow readers and authors? I've been away due to personal matters for awhile. Those who are familiar with my work have most likely read Rise of A Warrior. After taking a break from it and then looking back, I realized that the method I used had a lot of potential and so I decided to recycle it somewhat. That gave birth to my other fic, Legacy of the Imepruim. It was a good idea in my opinion, but execution of it was...far from ideal. In reality, it just piggy-backed the beginning of Rise of A Warrior. The premise was good, but the story forced you to read another story to understand what the heck was going on. That was presumptous and arrogant of me. I apologize.

In addition, I lacked a game plan. I didn't know how to go about the training and what abilities Jack would have. After much research, consideration and prioritizing, I've finally come up the needed game plan.

This story will be a departure from other fics in the sense that Jack will not always agree with the 'bots. The difference will be that he has the knowledge, the equipment and the expertise to get things done on his own, if he needs to. He will also call them on things (Arcee's rampages of revenge, Miko's recklessness, etc.)

Jack will be very strong, fully capable of handling most situations he's thrown into and taking on full size 'bots.

Note: You don't need a huge understanding of Warhammer 40K to read this story. I will explain things in the story as they come up in relevence. I will give overviews and details for what you need to know, so chill.

Well, that's all I got to say for now. The story starts right after Jack restored Optimus' memory and they returned to base.

Chapter #1: The Meeting

The mood upon the return to Earth with the restored Optimus has been one both relief and joy. Everyone had made it back in one piece and relatively suffered little damage.

"Optimus, it has truly been our darkest hour, but know this: from every indication your spark never ceased being that of an Autobot." Ratchet said proudly.

Together, the gathered Autobots and humans appoarched to welcome back the esteemed commander. All but one. Jack would've been the right there with everyone else when something happened.

It started as a whisper. As if a voice on the wind had passed by his ear. A flicker of sound. Jack blinked in confusion. He stared at the group in front of him, but they had not a sound, too absorbed with having Optimus back. Without warning, the sound came back, but this time it was not a whisper. Nor was it a roar, it...was a converstation.

'You do not belong to this domain.' a voice said. It was deep and low, not unlike Optimus'. But it also held an irritated edge to it.

Before Jack could ponder what the words another voice spoke. It was aged and somewhat raspy, but clear enough. 'True, this not the world I have known nor lived in. However, that does changes not my intention or mission.'

'Those being?'

'I wish to protect mankind.'

'It is already being protected. The last of the Primes and his comrades will see to that.'

The second voice gave a small scoff. 'The champion of another race defending humanity? Honorable? Maybe. But with certainity, this situation is one that you, xenos,' the voice spat the word, 'have brought upon humanity with your own civil war. A war that you could not keep to yourselves. Humanity needs it's own champion to pave it's way into the future and through this mess that you have created. We must stand on our own to two feet. Help, even from beings such as yourself, maybe useful now, but will only serve to weaken the human race down the road if we cannot grow without you.'

'That is none of your concern.' the first voice shot back.

The second voice gave slight chuckle. 'Really? I think it is. But, I do believe that it is time for young Jack to hear of this matter himself. He's already picked up on our little conversation.' With those words, Jack felt a strange tingling expression spread out from his chest to his limbs.

'What are you doing? Stop that at onc-'

Jack's then suddenly flooded white.

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The teenager felt like he was flying and yet before him stretched a white expanse. His hair flapped as air seemed to rush past his head. The entire time, Jack's mind seemed to be in shock, unable to process what he was experiencing. All he could do was watch. And watch he did was he made two figures out in the distance. They appeared as two spots on the void that surrouned them all. This was soon rectified as the spots grew in size and their details became more clear. One was in a light brown robe with a hood who held the a golden staff. It was by far the most eye-catching thing the robed figure had. For atop the staff was a golden bird, sheathed in flame. The other being was more familiar to Jack. It was a Cybertronian. The Transformer remined him vaguely of Optimus except that his armor was more like that of a knight's and he was completely white. It was also easily taller and larger than Optimus and a blue, etheral glow poured out around its body and from its optics.

As Jack neared within a few feet from the two, he stopped. The hooded figure turned towards him, revealing a pale, aged, and weathered face. He smiled at Jack.

"Ah, I see you are here." The old man stated, smile still in place.

The statement seemed to break Jack out of his mental funk. "Where's here?" he asked hesitantly.

"Your mind, dear boy." The robed elder said casually, like he discussing the weather.

Jack stared at him, unable to look away. This...old man...he didn't seem like any person that Jack had ever met. There was something...off about him. It wasn't threatening. Instead, it was like the man's prescense was overwhelming. Despite the bit of room between them, Jack felt like the man was standing right next to him. Like no matter where he went, the man would be right there. Shaking the feeling off, Jack decided to forge ahead.

"So this is my mind?" He inquired before quickly glancing around. "Funny, I always thought it would be less empty. I feel like I'm in Miko's head."

The robed man gave a chuckle but the Cybertronian didn't laugh. He instead spoke calmly. "I am sorry human. But this matter does not concern you."

"But you're in my head." Jack insisted. "Can I know atleast who you are both are?"

"Oh, I am sorry." The robed said. "My manners seem to have left me temporarily. My name is Malcador." He extended a slender hand.

Jack took it before being taken aback. The man may have looked old and frail, be he had quite the grip! The black haired young man turned towards the Cybertronian.

"I am Prima. The first Transformer of Cybertron, Warrior of Light and first wielder of the Matrix of Leadership." He stated, calmly.

Jack's eyes widened. "You're one of the Thirteen. You're a Prime!"

Prima nodded. "That is true but irrelevent." He faced Malcador. "What is it that you want? What is your purpose here?"

"I'm here to help young Jack, here." Malcador said, sincerely. "And with that, aid humanity as I always had."

"How can you even hope to do that?" Jack wondered.

"To understand my purpose, I must tell you my history. So allow me to re-introduce myself." Malcador stood straighter, the flaming bird on his staff seem to flow brighter. " I am Malcador the Sigillite. I am the First Lord of Terra, sworn to the service of the Emperor of Mankind! I am Regent of the Imperium of Man!"

Author's Note: Well that's chapter 1 and my revamp of Legacy of the Imperium. Those who've read Legacy of the Imperium, you'll see the differences right away.

NEXT TIME: Jack and Prima are told of the Imperium and Malcador explains his plans.

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