Disclaimer: Greetings life-forms! This is my first ever Transformer story, and I hope you enjoy, though I do not own them. You guys rock!
Yo! This takes place in the movie-verse. Lennox's Daughter is in her twenties, Sam and Mikaela have a daughter. All the Transformers, and ones that will make a miraculous return form the dead have futuristic car forms.
Prologue
Cybertorn; along the far outskirts of a bombed out, ruined city. Once a magnificent city-state of Ax Celeron was reduced to a wasteland of ruins by the carnage of the Decepticons. Millions were lost. Nothing was left standing, not even the Autobot Sparklings.
But form the depths under the city, something had awakened form a long stasis for who knows how many centuries.
He woke up with deep anger in his core, one that wouldn't stop until he sought vengeance. He was a hardened warrior back in the days of the Great War. A legend called the 'Destruction Rider', who claimed millions of Decepticons, but he was not part of the Autobots.
Once he reached the barren surface, he was net up with Decepticons of Megatron's elite whom were not to be taken likely. But this Cybertronian said that they were a waste of his time, pulling their sparks out, but they were barring him down.
"Identify yourself! Are you Decepticon or Autobot?" the elite troops were met with his demon-yellow optics as he hissed, "Annoying pests."
These elite Decepticons were hit with a force of a hurricane before any of them knew what hit them.
Their sparks had been virtually ripped out from their shells, as they laid strewn at this deadly warrior's feet.
He looked up at the stars, detecting two familiar energy signatures from a far away backwater planet called Earth.
"There you are." he breathed.
Neither Autobot or Decepticon. What's his purpose.
TO BE CONTINUED…
A/N: My first transformer fic.
R and R please...