Well... This is my first and probably last story! I apologize for my bad English (please have mercy). It 's the first chapter ... publish soon more! Thanks
I was born on a planet far from here. It was a world made entirely of metal, hot metal and vital. It was a peaceful planet, a strong empire of sentient robotic beings, committed to compassion, but now they have nothing left. The war between the Autobots, who fought for liberty, and the Decepticon, which exalted tyranny, had worn down to its guts.
Freedom, courage, peace, justice, these are the first words I remember. I was raised to be Prime, son of Primus, defender of Cybertron, protector and guide of all its inhabitants.
But in the end I just wanted to be a mech (that are defined to be of the male gender) like everyone else, but who from an early age he was able to remove the head of an enemy with a single blow of the sword or kill with precision using a high-powered laser cannon? Well, I knew how to do. And to think that the first time I handled a weapon I was sick all day!
Of my early life I remember the unconditional love of my parents, Maximus and Nova. My father was tall and strong, with a serious look buthe ws nice; he was a senator of the high council. My mother was beautiful, a goddess, and was one of the curators of the hall of records in Iacon, a sort of large historical library where he kept all knowledge of our planet. I loved that place: I remember having spent whole days, lost between the various pads and files.
The other strong bond of those years was with my older brother, Megatron. It was he who has saved me from the day that rebels broke into our house and killed before my eyes our parents. I was six orns old and I was afraid: a lot of on the floor, on the walls. I remember hiding under the dining room table. Then came my brother took me to the Autobot base, which has been my home for a long time.
In those days there was a driving Cybertron mech wise and brave, which I knew very well because he was a close friend of our parents: Sentinel Prime. He welcomed me with him and it became my adoptive father.
Sentinel was always very engaged in a battle or in a strategy meeting, so I was a younglin for all the base! As my guards were chosen Ratchet, a grumpy physician but with a big heart and a passion for his work, and Ironhide, a weapons specialist which had two, even three, great loves: his two guns and his Chromia.
My day passed slowly but were challenging: the morning was devoted to the study of mathematics, literature, history ... or how much I loved the story ... astronomy, physics. My teacher was Alpha trion, a wise old robot who ran the Hall of records from time immemorial (he was also a master of my parents). The afternoons were devoted to physical activities: hand to hand combat with Ultra Magnus, training with laser cannons with Hide, tactics and military strategy with Prowl, espionage whit Jazz.
I was so happy. But the same joy was not shared by my brother. Megatron was becoming more and more distant, sometimes it was hard to track through our bond spark. He claimed that all these ideas about freedom and free will would ruin me and all Cybertron. He egan to devote himself to politics, he argued our government was corrupt, that few had the power and the rest of the people was condemned to servitude. He embraced the ideology of the rebels, those same robot who killed our father and mother.
The situation had degenerated when Sentinel had noticed the symbols that had appeared on the right side of my helmet. These were the symbols that adorned his helmet: the symbols of the Prime.
I just remember it was a great feast, at that time I could not fully understand what it meant to become Prime. My training has intensified and my brother seemed more and more distant from me. Until the day I stopped altogether feel of all our bond. It was the day in which he posed to me his laser gun and shot me straight in the chest. Luckily for me I have not been hit in the spark, although at times I hoped that he did! I was so scared, confused, disoriented, and I felt a pain ever felt before. My brother towered over me, he had a wicked grin on his face. I was 10 orns old and I was afraid, but especially for the first time since I was born I was completely alone.
And while I was dying came Hide. Do not think I've ever seen him so scared in his life. I've heard called Ratchet, I saw him coming, he spoke to me but I did not understand, all sounds were muffled, I seemed to float in the air, there was no pain, no suffering only a great calm and warmth all around. That 's what you get when you die? I could not answer this question because I woke up a few days later in the infirmary of Ratchet, Sentinel sitting next to my bed, asleep, I saw his powerful chest rise and stoop rhythmically and I realized that I was alive! I ripped all the cables that I was connected and I jumped in Sentinel's, in that moment, I shed all the tears in my body.
It took a long, long time, but I recovered. I grew more and more days passed quickly, my studies intensified and practical activities are further heightened.
I had little time for friends. In addition to my two guardians and other adults of the base, I had formed a strong bond with a young mech by the name of Bubblebee, was a few orns younger than me, but he was a great mech, a trusted friend. I spent all my free time with him ... and the twins (when they were not punishment!): Skids and Mudflap. We were a indissoluble quartet, at least until I discovered a fascinating species, mysterious and dangerous at the same time: the females!
I knew the female was what I had learned watching me around. Hide and Chromia if they were always closed somewhere and always seemed to be out of breath when they were together; Ratchet and Moonracer instead were held hand in hand ... Jazz was with Prowl, so ...
I gave my very first kiss at the age of 15 orns old; her name was Astra and she was Prowl's niece. Needless to say, when our second in command knew about it, if he could he would put out my spark. Luckily Sentinel stopped him before! I do not know if I liked the femme, but I liked to kiss her! And was the first of a series fairly long! From this point of view, be a child of a Prime has its advantages. "Femme magnet," Chromia had dubbed and she had his reasons!
My life changed when I met what would become my "she", the one and only ... or so I thought at that time!
I was at a party for some important delegate or senator of the high council (can not remember exactly) and I was trying to hide from Astra and her friends. I ended up with the sit flat on the ground after hitting something or someone better. When I looked up that someone, I found myself in front of my eyes the most wonderful creature of the Universe. I never believed in love at first sight, I was like a warrior, I was not certainly a romantic person! But at that moment I had to think again. She spoke to me (screaming more than anything else!) And I could not understand a word of what she said, I was charmed with her great beauty ... her blue eyes, her gentle curves and delicate, the sound of her voice so melodious ... yes, I was truly in love!
Too bad she, after downloading all the rage on me and gone, leaving there gaping like an idiot.
I followed at least for me to say her name, I found it on the balcony of the east wing, was with other girls, her friends. I heard her laugh. I think my heart has skipped a few beats. Then a girl in armor yellow and pink noticed me and I think I recognized that. They interrupted their conversation and started staring at me. At that moment I wanted to disappear, but as I always said Kup "It's 20 seconds of courage." I was already burned 5 and I were still 15. Then I approached, I smiled politely at all and then I put my attention on "my" her. I apologized for what had happened, I introduced myself and asked his name. "Elita, Elita One" was her answer. Then he came over to me and whispered in auditory receptors "You know, you look cuter than on the picture." From that moment we were inseparable, despite Ultra Magnus was not particularly happy (Elita was the daughter of his sister).
When I was with Elita I was free, I could be myself, but she did not know of my recurring nightmares. I often thought my brother and in my dreams I relived the day he tried to kill me. Even though I was now old enough to have an apartment of my own, I often found myself sleeping on the floor next to the bed of Hide like when I was very small.
In my heart I always hoped that Megatron returned to be the brother of a time, but this would never happen again. He was the leader of the decepticons and I, in a future closer than I ever imagined, I would become his own worst enemy, I would become Prime.
I will never forget the day when Sentinel made me partaker of his plan to use the space bridge to move more Cybertronians possible in a new world, a world of peace, justice and freedom, a world without Cons. But that dream did not last long: I saw my father's ship be struck and drifting in space. I never heard from him. The last hope of ending this war had gone with my father.
Chain of Command, I fell on me like a boulder. I was 20 orns old, how could I lead an army in a war against my brother who was bigger, stronger and definitely better than me in combat? I fear not for myself, but for my people, my friends and especially my Elita. The fact that she was the companion of the Prime put her in grave danger.
I understand that the force was not in my own person, but in union with others. We have thus established a task force, a circle of trusted people to fight a war that had lasted for centuries.
I had to grow up quickly after the death of Sentinel, my life was so full, but I was still missing one thing, the most important: despite my fears for her safety, I asked Elita to become my sparkmate. We fought together againt our enemies and at the end of the battles, during the nights, our passion rose, but not enough for me anymore, I need her forever and the only way was to to join our spark.
We were in our secret place, the roof of our headquarters, when I asked her to be my sparkmate, we went to my apartment, I made sure to close the door and we had one of the best nights of our lives.
Although we had to grow up before their time because of the war, we were still very young (I was the Prime youngest ever in the history of Cybertron) and we thought we had so much time for us.
Megatron, however, did not think the same way.
We received a distress call from the youth sector: the Decepticon were attacking a building full of sparklings, younglings and femmes. I had no choice, I and my task force went immediately on the spot, but it was already too late: all the youth had been destroyed, piles of rubble everywhere, mangled corpses, sparklings weeping beside the bodies of mothers and on the tallest tower my brother looked proud havoc he had accomplished.
Though far, we had set ourselves in the eye. With a leap he launched from the tower and landed just a few meters from me. I was furious and, as I taught Sentinel, anger clouds the intellect. I was completely blind to the grudge and I threw myself at him. It was a fight without rules, a tangle of arms and legs without logic. I pulled out my sword and tried to pierce his chest, but did not succeed. He was more experienced than me, he was a warrior born. He grabbed my arm and threw me on the one hand like a doll and ended up against a wall. Stunned by the blow received I got up quickly enough and he was already on me again, before being enveloped by darkness and fear, the last thing I remember was the laser cannon Megatron pointed at me and his victorious grin. The words "This time I will not fail brother, this time you will die" accompanied my descent into oblivion.