Vector's visions came fast and clear. He was the god of Time, after all, so visions of the future were not foreigners to his mind. However, he did not often get a prophecy to tag along with the visions.
There will be a femme, optics red and blue, armor of stars and fire, who will take the Matrix and lead Cybertron out of the Dark.
This time, Primus at least made the prophecy easy to decipher, rather than leave the listener in deep confusion as he had when he foretold Unicron's return...but a femme taking the Matrix? The Matrix had only chosen two femmes in all of history to bear it.
The first was Solus, who needed a boost in the fight against Unicron. She bore it for all of fifteen Earth minutes before it went to Prima, the first Prime, where it stayed before being passed down to a mortal.
The second femme was ideal. She was kind, nurturing, and gentle. It was the perfect candidate, and Primus couldn't pass her by. It took a few years, but she came by the Matrix (Primus guides each candidate. It is the first test whether or not they will follow his instructions). She was Prime for a short while, the shortest Prime to ever exist. She united Iacon and Kaon after years of unrest, the first to ever do so in eons.
And then she was murdered by her son, who insisted Primus himself told him to do it because he was the one actually destined for the Matrix. To this date, he still resides in a facility, having a wing all to himself...
So Vector was surprised that Primus wanted to try again, but he had learned several years ago that the god was not to be swayed once he set his mind on something. After all, everything had already been written, and was being transferred into text by the slow pace of Alchemist's servo.
Vector didn't know that the sparkling Primus told him about in visions would be the reason he would return to Cybertron.
She was learning the history of Cybertron straight from the text, her older "sister" reading to her in a slow, easy to understand way.
"And the Quintessons came and-"
"My teacher said that we were made by Quintessons, that they were there at the dawn of time and made us to do their bidding, to conquer worlds. And we revolted against them stupidly, and they left us, but then came to punish us."
"I'm sorry, love, but your teacher is wrong. Primus made us in his image. The proof is behind you."
Two pairs of optics swung around and stared at Vector, who leaned back against Starscream's desk. He smiled and waved.
The sparkling, Nebula, who was only a few hours old, smiled and waved at him. She had silver, white, and red armor, and red and blue optics to match her strange color scheme.
She was first sired by Rodimus in Starscream, but after they split, Starscream couldn't bear to have the sparkling, and so Vector, who by this time sensed the sparkling's life force, warped down to be with the Seeker. It was then that he transferred the sparkling from the Seeker into himself, and he carried her till her birth.
Phoenix went back to reading, and Nebula's attention was shifted back to the history.
Cyclonus leaned in the doorway, frowning as he watched. "I have never seen a sparkling more interested in history and less interested in games...this is a freak of nature."
"This is our future," Vector corrected, and in that moment he saw her entire life unfold. It was hard, and trying, but she was Starscream's product. Such a life was to be expected, Vector supposed.