I am BACK in the series that started the whole Talida Prime franchise! YEAH, BABY!
When I completed Strange Beginnings – I know, so sad – I said that Fading Suns was next on my list. A lot of people assumed it's the sequel to Strange Beginnings. I'm here to tell you it's not. Talida Prime: Fading Suns is the sequel to Talida Prime: Rising Storms, which is the sequel to Talida Prime: Fading Light, which is the sequel to Talida Prime: Rising Darkness. OK? It's the fourth story in the series of MAYBE seven. Depending on what I decide. If you want the sequel to Strange Beginnings, you may want to read Parallel Centres…when I post it.
This is the short prelude…you know, the opening scene of Darkmount, NV. What? I have to do SOMETHING to make the story seem long. Especially since I'm going by the ad breaks and I'm doing the first four episodes of the series.
Transformers: Prime rightfully belongs to Hasbro and The Hub.
© Talida and other OCs rightfully belong to me unless I say otherwise.
And so…for the first time, I shall say this in the story that begins with a very short chapter.
ENJOY!
It all began on Cybertron. All those centuries ago, that was where it all began. When one Cybertronian demanded conquest as a means of creating an equal Cybertron, another protested, saying they could make Cybertron equal without the use of force.
Those ideals started the millennia-long war. The war that destroyed their world. After their home was lost, they moved worlds. They moved to Earth.
The Autobots, the good fraction, believed in a peaceful end to the war. However, countless times, they have proven that they will do what is necessary to end it. Many times, their leader came close to extinguishing the spark of the Decepticon warlord, thinking about the amount of times the warlord harmed his family. Particularly his spark mate and his daughter. But all those times, he let pass. His hopes for a peaceful end to the war outweighed the chances to kill his brother.
The Decepticons, the evil fraction, believed in conquest as a means to end a war. They had their claws buried deep in most – if not, all – the Energon supplies on the planet. They had a warship filled with nothing but Cybertronian technology. An army of miners and warriors are constantly ready to follow the warlord's orders. Basically, in terms of technology and soldiers, the Decepticons had everything the Autobots didn't. Except for one thing: family.
And that was what led them here. That was what led them to Earth.
That was what led them to another home that was destroyed by war, grief and fire.
The Decepticon warlord, Megatron, stood over the burning remains pleased. The smoldering remains of the Autobot base were burning until there was nothing left. He had spent many years since the war was brought to Earth trying to discover the Autobot's base. The Autobots managed to hide their base well. Well, it may be because the Autobots had more to lose should the base be discovered.
It took Megatron and his army of Decepticons many years to find the base. And now…they found it. They found the base and destroyed it.
And hopefully, he destroyed the Autobot cause with it.
His army of Insecticons and foot soldiers scavenged the base with a fine toothcomb. They were on a mission to find any Cybertronian technology they had and, of course, the remains of the occupants who lived there for many years.
"LEAVE NO STONE UNTURNED!" Megatron ordered."
"Master."
Megatron turned around at the annoying voice approaching him from behind. Starscream, his untrustworthy second-in-command, was approaching him. Behind him, two foot soldiers held two captives. Found not far from the base.
"Look who we've pulled from the wreckage of their ships," Starscream began as he moved aside to reveal the new captives.
The first captive was an Autobot. One who formally served in an elite squad called the Wreckers. The Wreckers specialized in missions no one else would take. Essentially, they were the equivilant to Earth's 'Black Ops.' Very few Wreckers returned from each mission alive. Wheeljack was one of the lucky few.
The second captive was a techno-organic who could almost be considered a neutral. First, she was born into the Decepticons and loyal to the cause. After all, her father was the Decepticon warlord. However, after a certain event where her cousin, who was an Autobot, was stranded on Cybertron and almost killed by her father, she came to her senses and longed to side with the Autobots. That resulted in her supposed death.
"Wheeljack and Malita!"
"Impossible!" Megatron snarled at the second captive, "I killed you months ago!"
"Gonna have to try harder," Malita spat.
Megatron growled in anger.
"So one Autobot survived," Megatron mused, ignoring Malita for the timebeing, "Take our…guests back to the citadel for questioning. Back to Darkmount."
As soon as he said the word Darkmount, Megatron gazed almost lovingly back at his new fortress. One that was comprised of Cyberformed matter from his attempt to Cyberform Earth with the use of a device called the Omega Lock, a device that could have been used to revive Cybertron. That is…until the Autobots destroyed the lock to save Earth after an intense battle with the Decepticons on their old home ground.
"This is the dawn of a new age, my liege! The reign of Megatron!" Starscream proclaimed.
"You do have a way with words, Starscream," Megatron couldn't help but compliment his second-in-command before turning back to his working troops, "Make haste! And unearth the Autobot corpses!"
Even with all the work the Decepticons were doing, even with the careful searching they were performing, they would miss one important thing in the rubble.
They would miss the dying frame of the Autobot leader.
They would miss the dying Optimus Prime.
Dah dah DAAAAAAAAAAAH! Remember that pet sloth Belt from The Croods? That's what inspired the 'Dah dah dah' bit.
It feels so good to be back with this. I'll post another chapter when I'm done with the first chapter of Parallel Centres.
So you guys should know what to do now. Review. Fave. Alert. Whatever. You know what to do.
BYE!