Chapter 1:

Optimus Primal was leader of a small group of Maximals that had crashed on prehistoric Earth. He and his crew were explorers, before they ran into Megatron and followed him through a portal that took them through space and time. A maniacal leader of a band of Predacons, Megatron's goals at first were simple, rule the planet Cybertron. These goals quickly escalated from ruling a planet, to ruling the universe. the war the maximals and the predacons fought back on ancient earth was known as the beast wars, named so for the animal modes they chose. Megatron was eventually defeated in the Beast Wars, and was bound and imprisoned to be taken back to Cybertron to stand trial for his heinous acts. But due to an accident that occured whilst going back through time and space, Megatron managed to escape captivity and make it back to Cybertron earlier than the Maximals. He conqured the planet, ripping out the sparks of every single Transformer there and creating an army of mindless, Vehicon drones. When the Maximals arrived back on Megatron ruled Cybertron, they went into hiding and did they're best to try and retake the planet. During the final battle, Megatron was defeated and the planet freed. Optimus Primal died alongside Megatron that day...or so he had thought.

Optimus Primal awoke and looked around. He had no memory of how he had gotten here, or how he was even alive. He appeared to be in a seemingly unihabited wasteland, on a planet he couldn't identify. For as far as his optic sensors could scan, there was nothing but rock and sand. He turned around and found that he was at the base of a moutain. A big mountain. There appreared to be a large metal door leading into the mountain itself. There was an ancient Autobot insignia on the door. Optimus went to investigate. He might find some of the answers he was looking for in there. As he approached the door, he saw his reflection, which only raised more questions. It appeared he was back in his old body, the one he had back when he had first arrived on prehistoric Earth, back during the start of the Beast Wars. "But Megatron had destroyed this body." Optimus thought. "I was forced to transfer my spark into another one. How am I back in this body?" Then he thought about the Autobot symbol on the door. Autobots were much larger than Maximals, but this door was just his size. Then he realized that the door wasn't the problem, he was just bigger. So this wasn't his original body, just a giant sized replica. But that still didn't explain why he was in this body, not to mention why he was here, or why he was alive. He placed a hand on the door. At his touch, it slid to the side with a hiss. He walked in.

iInside was an expansive and very well equipped base. Computers, scanners, quarters to house soldiers, and enough energon to run an army. Optimus was in awe of it all. This mountain was almost better equipped than the Cybertron Defense Force. And what was odder, everything was almost brand new and ready to use. What was this place? After a few minutes of exploring, he found the command room, a large room filled with monitoring equipment and a large round table circled by chairs. There was a holo-transmitter in the middle of the table. There was a blinking light that indicated a prerecorded message. He pushed the play button. The image of a large, ancient looking Transformer appeared above the table. He appeared to be partially made of clockwork, and his face resembled the Autobot symbol. The image began the speak..."Optimus Primal. I am Vector Prime, guardian of space and time, and one of the Original 13 Transformers created by Primus. I wish I was there to greet you in person, but I had other pressing matters that needed my attention. I have used my strength to bring you back from beyond, and to give you a new body. Optimus Primal, you are one of the greatest heroes Cybertron has ever known, and your leadership skills are greatly needed. The Fallen, another of the Original 13, who allied himself with Unicron, is planning a war. He is abducting Transformers from across all planes of reality, from different dimensions, to serve him in some evil army. Why, I know not. He is gathering his forces here, on this planet. I am not powerful enough to stop him alone, so I have supplied this base for you, and a teleporter you can use to recruit troops. The computers are programmed with many realities, and the teleporter can take you to any of them for you to recruit your team. But be warned. Overusing the teleporter in a short time period will burn it out, and you will be unable to get any other reinforcements until it is repaired and given time to cool down. I'm sorry I can't do more, Optimus Primal. Farewell, and chose your team wisely. I will communicate with you at another time."

"Wait!" Optimus yelled as the image of Vector Prime vanished. Was he really expected to do this? Was he really supposed to create a multi-dimensional army of Transformers to combat another army of the same? This was all too much for his processor to handle. Optimus hit the table with his fist, denting it. "This is insane! I've had enough of wars! Enough of killing! I will not be responsible for any more deaths!" He was about to storm out of the base when he began to think about it. If he didn't try to stop this now, even more innocent lives could be at stake. This evil being, The Fallen, might turn out to be another Megatron. Might not stop with Cybertron, but attempt to conquer Everything. And with the ability to travel through dimensions, more than just this universe was at stake. He lowered his head. There really was no other alternative. He would have to stay here, and fight. He turned around and walked back to the command center. He sat down in front of a computer terminal, and started to browse. If he was going to do this, he would have to chose his forces quickly...

*Meanwhile, roughly 50 miles to the South of the Autobot base...*

Scourge, for the lack of a better word, was a clone (if robots could have such things). He was a dark copy of his universes Optimus Prime, brought online by the Megatron of the same universe. He was put in charge of a small group of Decepticons. In his universe, the Decepticons were nothing more than a mere subset of the Predacons. But deep down in his spark, Scourge always thought the Decepticons were meant for more. Scourge, along with the rest of his team, were in transit to Cybertron to stand trial, following their defeat at the hands of the Autobots. And that's when he met The Fallen, an ancient and powerful Transformer who was constantly engulfed by flames, and who was one of the Original 13. The Fallen had snatched Scourge from captivity, and had told him that he was to be his top general, that he would be in charge of not a mere group, but an entire army. An army that would eventually be used to conquer the univere, correction, universes. And to think, Scourge would be right there at the top. He would have more power than he could imagine.

All Scourge had to do was help build, train, and lead the army. And so here he was, in a large bunker under the sands of a desert of some unkown world. Humble beginnings for so grand a scheme. Scourge sat back in the command chair, overlooking the war room of the Decepticon base. His top four generals were before him, bickering as usual.

"Our skills are wasted just waiting here for The Fallen to come and give us orders!" Scorponok was saying. In his universe, he was killed and later resurected. He was a triple-changer, possesing three forms.

"We have no choice!" Starscream was saying. "Even if we wanted to, we simply don't have the means, nor the capabilities to start this campaign." Starscream was second in command to his universe's Megatron, and a capable leader in his own rights. But like most Decepticons, he was not to be trusted.

"Tankor want to pulzerize enemies!" Tankor yelled. He was a simple-minded but powerful Transformer. In his universe, he was a Vehicon general under the control of a Megatron. 'Was' being to key word. Here, everyone was Decepticon.

"Might I say what an honor it is to be in the presence of such great military minds." said Sunstorm. Sunstorm was another clone, but was based off of his universes Starscream. Somehow, he had recieved all the bootlicking, sychophantic tendancies of the original.

Scourge was about to silence them all when Scrapmetal, one of the Decepticon scouts, came rushing in. "Lord Scourge sir!" he saluted. "I was out on patrol when I detected an unkown energy signature. Sir, it was coming from the abandoned Autobot base."

That silenced his generals. "What?" scourge said. "You mean to tell me that the abandoned Autobot base is now somehow being occupied?"

"Yes sir! But scans show that there are currently no more than one Autobot occupying the base."

"Hmmm..." Scourge thought. What would an Autobot be doing out here? Then is occured to him. "Generals! Transform and prepare to depart. We must destroy that Autobot before he has a chance to discover us and report back to his superiors."

"Yes sir!" his generals replied in unison.

"No one must know what we are planning. No one..."