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Transformers belongs to Hasbro and all the other companies that have their fingers in the films/games that have come out over the years. the only thing that's mine is my OCs

This is my second Fan-Fiction ill be writing and posting to this site…

Ok, so I was bored and had already typed four pages worth of my other Fanfic "The Unknown Defender," when I decided to start a new story just for kicks. The beginnings of an idea and plot had been jumbling about the huge "useless fact" filled parts of my mind and I figured I would go ahead and do it, this story will not be as long as "The Unknown Defender" (I hope) and will be mostly about an OC of mine (The picture on the story should feature my latest character)

Its sort of a transformers AU, but I will be leaning heavily on the aligned continuity, especially the war for Cybertron and fall of Cybertron games and subsequent lore.

This story will not get updated as often as I intend to update "the Unknown Defender," the chapters will most likely be a bit shorter than "The Unknown Defender" as well; so click that follow button and get notified when a new chapter comes out.

Anyways I hope to craft an awesome read out of this story and I sincerely hope you readers enjoy it too.

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So with all that said, its time for me to say ON WITH THE STORY!

Cybertron… a world made of metal, where Autobots fight for freedom and the Decepticons for tyranny, all while their shared creator… Primus, slumbers on as the deep energon producing core of our planet.

A world now wracked in total war, where sparklings are no longer safe and the femmes that care for them are targeted by order of Megatron.

A world where the Autobots now follow a new leader, the previous… Zeta Prime, has perished at the hands of the Decepticons… his spark's last pulse witnessed by Soundwave who tortured and mortally wounded Zeta by order of Megatron.

A world that is dying… its core now poisoned by Dark Energon… a foul blight that corrupts the living... and turns the dead into the things of nightmares. This horrid substance was just one of the many terrifying weapons deployed and liberally used in the ages long war… by order of Megatron.

Yes, Megatron… if unreasonable hatred had a representative it would be him. That former miner turned gladiator, who started out by inspiring the sparks of the many, righteously crying out against the Cast system all were forced to abide by, reaching so high as to gain the ear of Cybertron's ruling Council and elders…

To succeed and lead others peacefully in an outcry to be treated as equals, only to fall to darkness which consumed his spark and then spread to many of his followers who followed him blindly on the path to destruction… Megatron and the newly named Decepticons became what they had first hated and strove against, and in doing so they destroyed the very planet they claimed to be trying to save.

Such is the folly of those who are blinded by greed, pride, selfishness, hatred and the want of revenge… they deceive their own selves, throw the blame on someone else and selfishly make excuses to justify their own actions as righteous in some way.

Such is the poor existence of the average Decepticon, but they are not to be feared as much as some… for there are those who know what they do and the wrongness of it, yet care not, even gain pleasure from such actions against others, if you were to ever meet such a person then run as far and as fast as you can.

It does not matter if they are armed… one who is consumed by evil is evil, and they will kill you if they can, with their bare servos if they have to… they need not reason for they have none to begin with.

They are the unknowing followers of Unicron the Destroyer, Primus's mortal enemy and constant foe… in ancient cycles long past, Primus and Unicron battled, one in the name of presevation of life and free will, the other in the name of death, destruction and slavery, fighting each other so fiercely that many a neutral world or planetoid that drifted to close to the two battling titans met its destruction… Unicron loved this, Primus abhorred it.

Primus knew that Unicron would not stop his rampage, he knew their battle would never truly end until time itself is halted by the very creator of existence and all the universe and reality as we know it comes to an end. But that did not mean a time of rest from battle could not occur, so he created the thirteen primes to assist him in defeating his dark brother for a short time and began his much deserved rest, until the time his brother had healed and would return to attempt to destroy Primus once more.

Before he slept, Primus created the well of all sparks and thus birthed all cybertronians, over the ages few remember that the core of Cybertron is indeed Primus's spark… that the Metal Planet's surface is just an extension of his body.

The Titans that lay scattered about Cybertron in slumber and have awoken throughout the long war knew this, still they chose their sides, some for good… others for evil.

the majority of cybertronians believed the mighty Omega supreme fell fulfilling his duty as guardian of the Autobot capital city of Iacon, which indeed he was… but that Titans true purpose was an even higher responsibility, to guard the only known entrance to the Planet's core, a gateway to Primus's very spark.

Optimus Prime knew this due to his position in the Iacon Hall of Records before the war, while Megatron only suspected it… but in the end it mattered little exactly who knew this truth, for Omega Supreme made his last stand and fell to the Decepticon horde, his spark extinguished.

Trypticon that ancient beast-former Titan, chose the Decepticons. He cared not for the consequences of the war, his mighty spark was corrupted by the loneliness and sorrow of outlasting his fellow brethren and living on to the age where beast-formers rarely walked the metal surface of Cybertron.

His sorrow turned to resentment and hatred, allowing Megatron to easily feed this festering darkness and make the Beast-former Titan one of his disciples, ordering him to fire on both neutral and Autobot ships attempting to evacuate the planet from orbit… destroying many.

The great death and destruction caused that cycle was forever ingrained in the optics of the few younglings, mechs and femmes that had escaped the Decepticon Blockade. All were watching as their now dying home began to fade away into the vast distance of space, all were cheering at the sight of Trypticon falling into orbit, his unwanted crash caused by the Autobot's few surviving flyers, who had done their best to save the escapees from farther artillery fire and kill the corrupted titan… that task has yet to be finished…

For although Trypticon is no more… The Nemesis lives on, enslaved to its Decepticon master.

The last of the Titans to awake during the war was known as Metroplex, he stirred from slumber and answered the call of the last prime, the walking fortress laid waste to the Decepticon ranks attacking Iacon and temporarily offlined Megatron, although Megatron's spark survived and was later revived by his loyal follower Soundwave.

Metroplex chose his purpose, he made it his responsibility to assist the remaining Autobots to escape of the planet, for he could sense Primus's waning spark with his own… the ancient guardian held fast and protected the last Autobot transport away from Cybertron, sacrificing his own life giving energon to power the vessel into the stars, entering deep stasis due to lack of energon, he lays where he fell, not dead, yet not quite alive… he shall be there until Primus heals and Cybertron produces energon again, for Metroplex will not awaken until energon is returned to his body.

The leaders of both factions are gone from cybertron now, in part because the one known as Grimlock while searching for energon on a hunch, found the Decepticons scientist Shockwave's portal creating tower in the sea of rust… activating it in order to open a portal, even though he protested the choice to leave, believing they should stay and fight to find a way to beat the Decepticons and repair the Planet's Core. Grimlock still enabled his fellow Autobots to leave, he and his team sacrificing greatly in the process… he would not force them to stay when all hope seemed lost, but he would not leave… no he would stay and guard Cybertron from threats while things slowly healed…

The remaining Autobots and neutrals would soon be looking to him as a leader, they would need his ruff character and powerful abilities in order to survive the coming cycles of little energon and harsh conditions, not to mention the remaining Decepticon forces including Grimlock's nemesis, Shockwave.

If there is a mech that is feared more than even Megatron… it would be Shockwave. His mind is ruled by cold calculating cruel logic, the former cybertronian senator turned scientist, has no moral qualms or any cares as to consequences in an experiment that did not involve his well being… sometimes he even ignores that base instinct and experiments to himself anyway.

Sleeper coding, Predacon clones, Decepticon reformatting, Drone soldiers, The Cybonic plague, Toxic energon known as "Tox-en," and dark energon based weapons of mass destruction all owe their origin either fully or in part to Shockwave.

He would be the leader of the Decepticon forces that remained behind after Megatron's departure in the Nemesis while in pursuit of the Ark through the unstable portal. Shockwave would become even more terrifying in Megatron's absence, perfecting the Cortical Psychic Patch procedure, making steady advances in advanced mind control and reformatting.

It all began with Shockwave… he had many, many different experiments, in cloning and in many other scientific fields. Even before the decepticons came to be, Shockwave had dabbled in the dark sciences in secret, seeking to gain new insights and knowledge on ethically questionable practices; many of which he invented to begin with.

I was just a Sparkless protoform in a stasis tank… left in one of shockwave's many abandoned labs, I was a successful experiment, an attempted Clone of Shockwave's own protoform back in the cycles when he was first learning how to clone things…

I had no mind, no CPU, no spark… no energon flowed through my chassis… I was a grey dead husk of metal protoform that had never been alive to begin with.

The lab was deep, deep beneath the surface of Cybertron, far below the city of Iacon where the Council and elders used to often meet to debate important law and decisions, far before the war when Shockwave had been in the senate part of the council, in the days when he remained unknown as a scientist… the days before his arm was a blaster cannon, the days before Megatron set the dominoes falling towards destruction.

With the Core entering deep stasis and halting its production of life giving energon, many of Cybertron's gargantuan internal moving pieces deep beneath the surface where now grinding to a halt, or failing completely.

Quakes where a constant threat, occurring often as the Planet's internal systems shut down into deep stasis or lost power… so although none were there to watch it occur, the floor of the lab split apart as a nasty quake occurred and the glass stasis pod I was in fell through the dark gaping maw of the new crack in the ground… which then closed behind me with such force as to make the ground buckle up like small mountains were being formed.

I fell for a long ways, how long? I do not know, I was not even alive at the time. I should have smashed into the hard metal surface and become a gazillion pieces when the ground finally approached… but my impact was delayed, permanently.

A group of large cables moved at incredible speed and arrested my fall and halted my destruction. They held me there for a short while and then brought me before a strange blue glowing light.

If could have seen or heard or been well… you know… alive. I would have seen a sight few yet living have seen… Optimus Prime being one such mech… I would have seen Primus's very spark while it was awake.

Primus had not completely entered stasis as of yet, his outer functions had surely shutdown but here at the very center of his being his spark still beat… all be it poorly. His spark was suffering; dark energon could be seen seeping towards the very center core of his spark… of which a shard was actually missing, having been bestowed as the Matrix of leadership to Orion Pax… now Optimus Prime.

The blue light scanned over what would soon be me, taking in every detail of one of Shockwaves early experiments in the medical field, involving the rapid cloning of replacement Protoform parts for ones self instead of slowly rebuilding them.

Slowly a deep electronic tired yet powerful and ancient voice reverberated throughout the very core of Cybertron.

"All things are ordained… yet none but the one who created all things know what the orders of things are to be, you came to me as I approach my healing sleep, accidents do not happen… all things are meant to be, you shall walk the universe as one of my children, what you choose to be is to be a decision of your own mind."

The cables coiled about the stasis tube and broke the glass, grasping the Protoform which was now exposed, "Knowledge and wisdom I shall give you, for a youngling in body you shall never be, yet a youngling in soul and mind shall be of the many possibilities."

The claw tipped Cables writhed about as they manipulated the Sparkless Protoform, adding memory banks, a CPU, and all the other important internals… the very walls that guarded Primus's spark were pirated for metal to form armor over the protoform, dark greens, blacks and grays with red and light green highlights on the neck, head and shoulder pads were added, the rest had gold highlights throughout.

And then the cables stilled after much time and work had occured, the blue light had gotten duller, Primus's spark was weakening… soon he would sleep yet again while the Dark energon was purified from his core systems by time and residual normal energon counteracting it.

With great care the cables moved the now Sparkless mech towards the blue light, a glowing blue pulse was sent through a cable that led to the nearby well of all-sparks, it returned a bright green… stopping at a pedestal before Primus's very spark chamber, a clawed cable moved over to the glowing green object, it gently lifted it and begun to approach the now completed cloned mech… the cable carried that last piece of the puzzle…

It carried a spark…

It carried my spark.

Manually opening up the spark chamber of the cloned mech the cable gently lowered the pulsing green sphere into the cloned mech's chest. When it was finished with its all important yet delicate task, it moved away and another cable approached, this one was different than the others… it had no claw, no, it was a tube, a tube to transfer energon.

The claw tipped cables around me guided the cable to my chest… and then the place that held Primus's spark began to glow brighter, the spark of Primus glowed and hummed with power, as it pushed energon down the pipe and into my chassis whilst also stimulating the new spark to settle into the chassis quickly.

After some time all the activity faded and I was lowered to the ground, the cables began to stop moving about, one after the other until none were active, then Primus's massive spark began to dim… its glow duller than ever.

As it began to fade away into the sleep of stasis and the lights began to dim he spoke one final time before entering his healing sleep, "now Awake... Prophet."

At those words the spark of Primus entered stasis and a dull blue glow that barely gave of any light outside of the spark chamber was all that showed his spark to still be alive… the darkness closed in and remained for a short time… and then the darkness was shattered by the bright green glow of a single activating optic.

I am Prophet… and I have awoken.

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Whew! Did this in four hours… sometimes the story just comes to you and everything snaps together to make an epic mental picture for the reader to imagine, anyways hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and a happy new year!

I hoped you all enjoyed this first chapter, if you like this you just might like my "The Unknown Defender" Story, wait… you haven't read it? (Le Gasp!) Then check it out! Just click on my author's name "Gabenator5" right next to the story picture at the top left of the page. You will also find the stories I enjoyed reading from other Fan-Fiction authors in my favorites section there, go give them a read, you just might find one you love.

Anyways, until next time this is Gabenator5 Signing Off!