A/N:

Hello, everyone! First Transformers story in a loooong time. Anyway this is going to be slightly based on Transformers: More than Meets the Eye. However, I am adding some of my own characters also characters from Transformers itself. So I don't own anything from Transformers except for my own characters. Also if my characters has the same names as someone else characters. Sorry in advance! Not changing any of their names!

Again, I don't own Transformers or anything that relates to it. That all belongs to Hasbro.

Chapter One: A New Beginning

What looked to be a jet of some sort flew over an entirely metal planet. The sun was slowly rising casting shadows over everything from the Sea of Rust to the edge of civilization. The jet transformed, landing near the edge of a crater that wasn't a natural phenomenon and didn't look to be cause by natural means. The alien robot was mostly white with blue accents decorating parts of its body, with wings jutting out of its back, and an almost human-like face. It slowly descended into the crater, trying to avoid some of the melted metal. He wondered if this was a good idea and then decided that it was too late to regret his decision. After a few minutes, it finally reached the bottom, however before anything else could happen a voice interrupted the silence, "Thundercracker, where are you?"

"I'm currently wondering why Primus decided to make you Prime," came an irritated reply.

"Ha ha, so funny. No really are you at the crater?"

"Yes Rodimus, I'm at the crater. All I can say is that I hope Ratchet or Hook are with you because the thing that cause it is definitely mechanical."

"How can you tell?' Rodimus asked.

Thundercracker sighed staring at the mechanical being in front of him. "Well considering that he's about the size of Dreadwing, and I've seen pictures of organics….."

About two hours later Hook, the Decepticon chief medical officer with a green color scheme, stood next to his counterpart Ratchet, the Autobot chief medical officer with a mostly white color scheme with red accents and a red chevron, staring at the berth in front of them and both were silently wondering what Rodimus brought them this time. Ratchet started grumbling under his breath and Hook crossed his arms.

"Well," Hook said after several minutes of silence," he's definitely Cybertronian. At least that's what Alpha Trion said."

Ratchet picked up a data pad examining the contends. Hook glanced at the med bay doors where he could guess Rodimus, Drift, Thundercracker, and probably Ultra Magnus where waiting for an explanation. The med bay which was in the newly built Hall of Records and, like everything else on the planet, was made of metal. It had computers to monitor patients' situations, the necessary equipment for fixing up anything from minor to serious injuries, and even extra energon in case patients need a transfusion. Hook noticed the frown of Ratchet's face, which wasn't all that unusual considering the Autobot tended to frown a lot. Once you get to know the medic you can learn about what Ratchet is thinking by looking at the expression that he makes on his faceplate.

"Something up?" Hook finally asked.

The white medic didn't say anything at first. The green Decepticon could tell that Ratchet didn't like what he was reading if the frown on his face was anything to go by. Hook waited for the Autobot to say what was on his mind knowing that he'll start talking if one had patience. The green medic also knew that Ratchet still wasn't used to working with fully qualified medics, like Hook. First Aid was still too inexperienced and Knock Out was a bit too vain and narcissistic for his own good. Ratchet sighed and handed Hook the data pad. After the green medic was done reading the data pad he could see what had made the Autobot frown. Their current patient should be on a display! If Swerve was right this mech is older than Alpha Trion himself! Hook lowered the data pad staring at the large silver Cybertronian on the medical berth.

"You want to tell them?" Hook asked Ratchet.

The Autobot snorted, "And what should I be telling them exactly? That our patient is ten million years old? Maybe even older than that?!"

Hook shrugged not really what to say. No one said that this was going to be easy. Ratchet sighed again and went to call Rodimus and the others into the med bay. Hook mentally began preparing himself for the questions that Rodimus was sure to ask.

A few hundred miles away from the Hall of Records. A small white vehicle was making its way across Cybertron's surface. It was quiet trip for the most part nothing really lived past the city mostly because cities were still being rebuilt across the planet. Ever since the war ended, Cybertronians returning to the planet would lend a servo in helping to get cities built along with many other things that would be needed. The trailer that the small Cybertronian was dragging along behind him was filled with energon and even some energon treats. Most Cybertronians would probably be wary driving energon into the barren lands of Cybertron, but this white mech has already made this trip several times before and felt confident enough to get this done without anything occurring. The mini-bot whistled a tune to himself and wished that he could listen to the music that some of Optimus' and Megatron's team would talk about when the organic world Earth was brought up.

Tailgate stopped whistling as he noticed three different shapes up ahead. He couldn't make out who they were and felt a little nervous. While it wasn't entirely unusual to see mechs traveling around Cybertron nowadays, the war had just ended and some Autobots and Decepticons still didn't know what to do with themselves. Most Cybertronians like Tailgate were born while the war was still strong and had known no other life that made some of those mechs dangerous in some ways. Many of them were lost and seemed to have no purpose, and many of the neutrals were still afraid of seeing both Autobots and Decepticons seeing them as a byproduct of the war. Tailgate silently hoped that they were friendly and would just let him pass without any trouble. As he continued to get closer his nervousness was starting to rise and he felt the energon freeze inside him. Decepticons, Tailgate thought, why did it have to be Decepticons? While some Decepticons had follow Megatron's lead when he decided to end the war, many of the 'cons didn't. Tailgate was almost abreast with them and almost completely passed one of them, when a Decepticon suddenly stopped in front of him. Tailgate stopped, his engine rumbling nervously.

"What's a little Autobot like you doing all the way out here?" one of the Decepticons finally asked.

"J-just delivering some energon to a friend," Tailgate muttered feeling a little claustrophobic as the three 'cons boxed him in leaving him with no escape route. The Decepticons transformed towering over the poor mini-bot whose entire frame was shivering with fear.

"And what kind of friend would live all the way out here?" another 'con asked mockingly. The other two 'cons laughed knowing that they were stronger and bigger than the small Autobot. Tailgate didn't know what to do. He couldn't transform and start fighting the Decepticons because the energon he was transporting could be destroyed. He also couldn't call for help because it might take a while for anyone to come to his rescue. Tailgate froze in place as one of the 'cons reached down towards him an evil smile on his face. However, before the Decepticon could touch Tailgate a servo suddenly grabbed the 'con's shoulder and threw him several miles away.

A tall purple Cybertronian with horns on his head suddenly snarled at the remaining Decepticons. Before either 'con could move the purple mech moved swiftly forward punching one in the face and throwing the other over his shoulder. The 'con he punched got back on his pedes trying to stop the energon that was now pouring from his nose.

"You slagging Unicorn pit-spawn," the 'con swore. The purple mech snarled again and this time he thrust his servo through the Decepticon's stomach. The 'con lurched forward energon spewing from his mouth. After withdrawing his servo, the mech turned to see the other two 'cons stumbling over. Dents and scratches littered their armor and one looked unsteady on his pedes. The purple Cybertronian glared at the two Decepticons and growled, "Your comrade is injured. I suggest you take him to get repaired."

The mech's optics followed the 'cons as they stumbled over to their comrade. After carefully picking him up the Decepticons started walking away throwing glances over their shoulders that clearly showed their hatred. Tailgate was speechless at what just occurred. This random Cybertronian comes out of nowhere and saves him from being beat up by 'cons! Tailgate transformed, checked the trailer for any damage, and, after finding everything intact, he turned to face his rescuer.

"Um t-thanks for the save," Tailgate stammered the visor that covered his optics sparking.

The purple mech looked down at him and examined emotionlessly, "Your thanks are unnecessary."

"Still," Tailgate fidgeted not knowing what else to say, "that was kind of you and you didn't have to, so thank you."

An uncomfortable silence followed that statement. Tailgate fidgeted some more and wondered where the purple mech was from. He had never seen a neutral like him before, and the mech's fighting skills were unlike anything that he had ever seen before. Then again Tailgate had never been on the frontlines that much considering he was known for getting panic attacks. Tailgate suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be somewhere and glance at his internal chronometer.

"Scrap," he swore. In all the excitement, he almost forgot why he was out here to begin with. "Um listen I don't want to be rude, but I have somewhere to be…."

The purple mech nodded his understanding and announced, "I'm coming with you".

"Are you sure?'

"Quite."

Tailgate nodded, figuring it would be a waste of time arguing and transformed back to his vehicle mode. The mech got down on one knee hooking the trailer back onto Tailgate. After that was done the two start off, Tailgate driving as the purple Cybertronian walked.

"By the way, I never asked. What's your designation?" the mini-bot asked curiously.

"Cyclonus," he answered after an extended pause, "my designation is Cyclonus."

"Tailgate. Nice to meet you."

"And I you."

A few minutes later and Tailgate spotted a Cybertronian standing by himself staring up at the stars. Tailgate felt the excitement bubble up. He recognized the Seeker, for that's what he was. Seekers were Cybertronians that were bestowed with flight and, during the war, were considered valuable assets. Any mech or femme who fought in the war would recognize this Seeker, his designation is Jet Stream, and he was someone who fought alongside Optimus Prime. Jet Stream had a mostly red and white color scheme. Scars littered his armor and his mouth was cover by a battle mask. Tailgate transformed and ran over to the mech shouting, "Jet Stream!"

The mech turned amusement shining in his optics, "You're a little late Tailgate. Did you get held up?"

The min-bot came to a halt in front of the Seeker. "I got ambushed by some rogue Decepticons," he admitted staring at the ground a little embarrassed. The amusement died in Jet Stream's optics.

"Are you hurt?" the mech asked seriously.

Tailgate shook his helm and glance back at Cyclonus who was still some feet away watching the proceedings. Jet Stream's optics followed the mini-bot's gazed and spotted Cyclonus. Understanding flashed across the mech's optics and he smiled walking over to the purple mech.

"I suppose that I must thank you for helping out Tailgate," Jet Stream held out a hand to the mech. The mech stared at the Seeker's servo and after a few seconds he grasped Jet Stream's servo.

"I was flying overhead and saw that Tailgate was in trouble. I find it difficult not to get involve when such injustice is happening."

Jet Stream nodded his understanding, "All the same, thanks."

Cyclonus opened his mouth to say something else when he paused. After a few minutes, he let go of Jet Stream's servo. He turned to Tailgate.

"I'm afraid I must go. Someone is waiting for me and I made him wait for too long now."

"Oh okay," Tailgate said disappointed that Cyclonus had to leave so soon. The purple mech turned to go when Tailgate suddenly shouted, "Wait!"

Cyclonus glanced back at the mini-bot as he pulled out a data pad and scribbled something on it, "Here's my personal frequency. In case you want to talk, hang out, whatever." Tailgate handed him the data pad and Cyclonus nodded his thanks, sub-spacing the data pad, transforming, and flying off. Tailgate and Jet Stream watched as the purple mech disappeared into the distance. Finally, the Seeker glanced down at the mini-bot and asked, "Did you hear about what Rodimus wants to do?"

Tailgate shook his helm. Jet Stream stared back up at the stars and said, "He wants to go find the Knight of Cybertron."

"WHAT! Really?!"