Transformers

Title: The Builder

Summary: The builders were those who repaired and built everything in the days of the first primes. All have long been gone but 1 remained to witness the destruction of cybertron. Driven to madness, he set out to end the war on both sides, by destroying planets under seige... killing Autobot, Decepticon, and innocents alike. He has chosen his newest target... is it Earth?

Rating: T for some-next to little suicidal and alcohol themes.

Disclaimers: I do not own the transformers. I do not own the locations named, nor have I actually been to the state of Wyoming so I appologize to those locals if the landscape, cities, or towns are not quite the way they actually are, in description or directional wise if depicted. I've been doing research but it is no substitute for actually being there.

There will be made up characters as it would be unwise to use real military officers.

The human race does not know the exhistance of the Transformers, it is still a top military secret.

In the days of the first Primes, there were the Builders. Five. They had built and rebuilt, bots and buildings, structures and beings. The inner workings of Cybertron was their doing though it was the cube the breathed life into the planet. The limitless supply of Energon was doing more than each of the builders could ever hope for or imagine and each collected a piece of the awesome power, a small peice of the cube, for the purpose of speading life to other planets. Four of the Builders left Cybertron in the hands of the next generations, to travel the stars to use the power the gained from the cube. There are no records of their presence since then in known sectors of space, and records of their existence was lost to the ravages of time. One builder remained on Cybertron to watch over the rising civilization, the developing species to which he was a grandfather. He had made a pact with his brothers that he would not interfere with what had resulted lest his honor be forfeit.

As a result he watched the rise of a powerful race, capable of science, arts, and greatness unknown before; however, soon enough he was also forced to to watch wars, the resulting stagnation of a failing government system, and then an unforseeable horror of fighting among themselves. The builder watched in shock from afar as the generations of robotic organisms turned against each other. This war did not cease like the others, no, it went on with no end. What broke his already nearly tattered mind in two was the loss of the cube. The image of it being ejected out into space forever imprinted in his optics. As the factions began to leave the dying planet, the insane Builder sought them out to the new battlefeilds they've chosen on new planets... or even planetoids the bots took refuge on without the explosions of war on their rears, he followed and destroyed with no remorse.

Using the gift from the cube, the piece fashioned into a long staff that was his height which by the late generations of Cybertronian standards was abnormal, taller in height than even the one the high council newly named Prime. He used it as a weapon, to destroy life rather than to create it; but... it always came with a sacrifical price...

Backwater planetary system, far away from Cybertron

Earth

19:00 hours pst.

A large asteroid-like object entered the atmosphere of the blue-green planet, the third planet from the sun in the solar system, the outer shell red and surrounded in heat as it fell through the layers that made up the sky of the planet. A thundering boom rang out in the night and a flaming mass lit up the dark sky, parting clouds heavy laden with moisture, leaving a trail of smoke behind it as it traveled a great distance before crashing into the earth. Grass and soil flew as the momentum carried the huge object at least a dozen kilometers before even slowing down. It ended up stopping at the base of a tree which quickly went up in flames as the object was still projecting a great amount of heat and flames licked the sides. No sooner had it come to rest, a whirring of mechanical gears stirred within and soon the object appeared to deform and change.

A tall mechanical figure soon rose from the hole in the dirt, its optics begin to scan the immediate area. Hurriedly it stepped from the crater using a long, ore covered, staff to lean on; its frame nearly skeletal in its sleek appearance save for a huge breast plate that wrapped around its core which had a circular etching in the center. Its hand touched the inlay and a flash of green surrounded the core and coursed through the large bipedal giant's circuitry. Now, it swiveled its head, surveying the area on a larger scale than it did before with more care and less rush, the near freezing chill in the air did not seem to bother it much while visable warm air huffed from the helmeted face vents.

Nearly a half a mile away to the west was what looked to be a an industrial area with rows of thin but strong rods of steel that interconnected and stretched for miles and miles without end, and the objects that rested on them used then as a track; from what it gleamed from the data streams this world called the Internet, the space is known as a 'rail yard'. Perfect. Researching and scanning the locomotives that sat idle, it nodded satisfied with the size to match his own. Suddenly there was a glow on the horizon that caught his attention, lights from motorized vehichles as he could hear the engines roaring now and his scanner told him there were several coming from further west originating from an area of habitation for the indigenous lifeforms of this planet, a town as it is called.

Breaking into a run parrallel to the tracks he started to change, using the scans of the locomotives his body twisted and conformed, armor taking shape and his frame gaining bulk. With a roar of a huge diesel engine the kind seen carrying freight cargo, the mechanical being took such shape in the form of a metalic silver locomotive, the wheels landing perfectly on the track with little buffeting as it smoothly drummed along the track away from the lights. With its own high powered lamp lighting the way, the engine moved at speeds not quite so normal for a train, but then the chance was highly unlikely this one was going to derail. A mechanical laughter and then a loud horn echoed through the night as snow softly began to fall.

Washington, Pentagon

JCS; NEST Command Division

19:00 hours, pst.

A young captain sat at his station in a facility filled with other captains, analysts, ranked officers, and technical equipment. His cheek leaning on a hairy knuckled fist as he drank his first cup of coffee to start his shift of staring at the computer monitor which was not the most interesting job in the world except his place of work was like no other place he would rather be, so there were no complaints.

Then the monitor let out a high pitched beep and the young man nearly spat out his coffee as he stood up, typing words into his monitor in response.

"Incoming messages from Norad, Sir!" The captain called out in a shaken tone to every 'Sir' in the vicinity.

A senior officer was there over his shoulder in less than a second, "What is it?"

"They've picked up an asteroid or an object like one coming from deep space at a high rate, headed straight towards the earth..." The captain paused as he listened into his ear phones as another message was coming in, "It entered the upper atmosphere already Sir!" he looked up to the colonel with a pale look.

"Calm down and breathe, Captain." he said to the captain as he moved over to satellite sensors and that department was already panicking as well.

"Its larger than anything we've seen before! And- And its got a Energon signature! " A woman analyst in thick glasses called out. "Its projected to land some where in the north west of the United States."

"Keep tabs on that thing! I want to know if it so much as twitches!" The colonel ordered and was already on the phone, "Lennox get your team ready we've got something coming in fast from space. Its got an Energon signature, but not confirmed if a friendly or not. I advise you to proceed with caution."

"Roger that Colonel... Alright, we got an unidentified object with an Energon signal incoming, lets suit up! Sideswipe, Bumblebee, let the others know. We need Optimus, Ratchet, and Ironhide on this-"

"It's projected to make landfall near Rock Springs, Wyoming, Sir!"

"In how much time Captain?" The colonel asked.

"Now! Sir! Its landed nearly half a mile from Green River, Wyoming!"

"Lennox, we're sending your team the coordinates now, move out in fifteen!" The colonel spoke in the microphone of his headset.

"S-Sir! Ive lost the Energon signal!" The thick glasses analyst was tapping her computer frantically, "Its just disappeared! I don't know what happened."

"What? !" "What? !" A multitude of voices expressed disbelief.

San Diego, California

Diego Garcia, NEST Homebase.

19:00 hours local time

Outside one of the huge hangars enjoying the breeze after a hot day, Major Lennox sat back on a fold-out beach chair with shades over his eyes. Though they were near the beach, evident by the ever present ocean scent and the never failing to find sand in places when he hadnt touched the beach in months, this was as close to a relaxing time as Lennox would get while on base.

The revving of powerful engines and then the squeeling sound of tires reached his ears as more than a few yards away was the start line of a make shift race track as a sliver corvette raced against a yellow camaro with Epps standing at the end with his arms crossed against his chest, looking like he was getting tired of standing in the sun which thankfully just set and judging who wins. Lennox wringled his nose irritated at the noise the tires had made, he wasn't going to play spotter for this round as he closed his eyes under his glasses and let the roar of the engines vibrate his seat and nearly drift off to sleep.

"Major! Major Lennox! Turn your comm. on! Command's on the line!" a Brittish voice rose about the sound of the cars and lennox looked back to see the U.K officer Davies cupping both hands to to his mouth to make his shout carry farther. Epps and the two Autobots heard the shout, so the race had paused with another squeeling of tires.

Lennox jumped immediately up and turned his comm. line on via his earpiece. "This is Lennox."

"Lennox, get your team ready. We've got something comming in fast from space, its got an Energon signature, but not confirmed if a friendly or not. I advise you to proceed with caution."

"Roger that Colonel." Lennox spoke into the comm. quickly then waved to Epps to get over to him and naturally the two Autobots followed with interest. Lennox put his soldier face on, "Alright, we got an unidentified object with an Energon signal incomming, lets suit up!" he moved his arm in a way that told Epps to get his butt into high gear. Lennox turned his attention to the two Autobots present who were no longer in their alt forms, "Sideswipe, Bumblebee, let the others know. We need Optimus, Ratchet, and Ironhide on this..." Lennox pauses as he listens to the feed from his comm that was giving him information. By now the whole base was tuned in, including the Autobots.

"S-Sir! I've lost the Energon signal!"

"What? !"

"What? !" Human and bot voices replied in unison.

End chapter 1

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By the way, the reason for the space in between the exclamation point and the question mark is that the uploader does not like the ! after the question mark. Thank you for your patience.

This story will be in constant revision, to correct later caught mistakes or things that should just be changed.