iTransformers
Chapter One: Origin Story
Before the beginning of recorded time, there existed a race known as Cybertronians. We were a peaceful people, who resided on the planet of Cybertron. For countless eons, we were free from war...Free from fear...Until an entity known as The Fallen betrayed our leader, Primus. His infinite lust for power divided our people: Some chose to join him and destroy all that got in their way. Others chose to stay loyal to Primus, and defend the innocent. The Fallen's army call themselves the Decepticons. Primus's soldiers are known as the Autobots.
Our struggle reached its climax when a powerful device known as the AllSpark was discovered. The cube-shaped artifact possessed the power to give endless power, and even life to any being its holder chooses. After years of war, Cybertron was destroyed, Primus and The Fallen disappeared, our race was scattered throughout the cosmos, and the AllSpark was lost. I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots in Primus's absence. My mission is simple: to stop the Decepticons, led by my brother, Megatron from finding the AllSpark, and to return life to Cybertron...
The year is 1932. In the darkest region of Antarctica, an expedition team lead by Daniel Shay was searching for minerals when an event occurred that no one had anticipated...
Shining in the sky was the Aurora Borealis, which painted the atmosphere dramatic shades of blue and red. Burning in the lungs of the men was the freezing breeze. Their faces were red and laced with frost, their fingers were growing numb, but no man was willing to give up on their quest. Flowing among the wind was a harsh cloud of snow, tearing at everything in its path. Time after time, the expedition crew drove their pick axes into the thick ice.
Suddenly, one of the men saw something in the air. "Captain Shay!" he called. Daniel looked at the sky, and saw a meteorite charging towards him. Blazing behind the piece of rock was a a trail of blue and white fire.
"Take cover!" the captain screamed, feeling terror well up in his heart. At his command, the men lept away from the piece of debris, crashing into the snow and ice.
With unfathomable power, the meteorite plowed into the ground, shattering countless feet of ice with a thunderous thud. Once the white cloud cleared, the men rose to their feet, eager to explore the impact. The sled dogs barked, sensing a dark presence. Steam from their breath was abundant throughout the area.
Ignoring the dogs, Daniel walked closer to the crater, his curiosity burning inside him. The snow and thinning ice crunched and hissed with every step. Gazing into the smoking pit, Captain Shay saw a deep tunnel hued a depressing blue color with jagged chunks of ice extruding from the area around the large rock. Meeting the bottom of the crater was a gigantic underground cave. Sharp ice stalactites hung from the cave roof, resembling the grotesque teeth of a shark awaiting to consume its prey.
With a loud crack, the ice gave way under Daniel's feet, and he plummeted underground. In a flash, the man awoke inches away from the smoking rock, his body throbbing, and a sharp pain in his shoulder. Touching the burning section of his skin and putting the hand in front of his face, the man saw a coat of dark blood covering his glove.
"Are you alright, sir?" one of the men called, hoping not to cause an avalanche in the cave.
"Fine, gentlemen," Daniel called back, his tone light. "But I seem to have a pretty severe cut." Looking in front of him, the captain saw a horrific image among the chunks of gray rock: a grizzly, dark gray metal arm with three curved claws for hands. Above the arm was a malicious mechanical face with red eyes resembling glass. Frozen on the being's face was a fearsome, rageful scowl. "...I believe we have made a discovery."
In the year 2010, the sun is setting over Seattle, Washington, painting what small part of the sky darkness hadn't engulfed a brilliant scarlet color. The thousands of lights from houses in the city shined through the shadows. A cool breeze blew through the area.
Sitting in a window sill inside her room, Carly typed in her blog, occasionally gazing into the horizon for inspiration. When Carly wasn't making webisodes for iCarly, she was actually a very deep, sensitive girl. For years, the concept of space had astounded her not in a literal sense, but in a mystical way that gave children something to dream about: the unending possibilities, the goal that could never be achieved.
Suddenly, the ringing of her cell phone snapped Carly out of her daze. "Hello," she answered.
"Hey, Carls, it's Sam," replied the blond teenager on the other end of the line. "Are you ready for the biography paper due tomorrow?"
"Yeah," Carly answered. "I'm doing it on my great grandfather, Daniel. Who are you writing about?"
"My mom's therapist," Sam answered. "Trust me. He has stories."
"Sounds great," Carly giggled. "Hey, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Sure thing," Sam replied. "See yuh." The blond then hung up her phone, allowing Carly to resume her typing.
The next day, the sun was shining bright as Carly walked into her school. Meeting Freddie by the doorway, the brunette proceeded over to her locker, where Sam was waiting.
"Hey Sam," Carly greeted.
"Sup, Carls...Fredward," Sam replied, her tone losing its excitement once Freddie arrived.
"Puckett," Freddie replied, showing slight resentment. "Are you ready for the presentation today?"
"I know Carly is," Sam answered.
"What?" Freddie asked, showing irritation at the blond's cryptic answer.
"My dad told me if I get all A's on my report card, he'll buy me a car for my seventeenth birthday," Carly answered, excitement bursting from her throat. "All I need is to ace this project."
"Wow, that's great!" Freddie replied.
"I know," Carly added. "I almost passed out when he told me."
The bell then signalled for class to begin, and the three headed for their first hour social studies class. "Who would like to present their biography first?" asked Mr. Marx, a balding man in his upper forties who usually wore a light blue shirt and tie.
"I will," Carly volunteered," throwing her hand in the air. Walking to the front of the classroom, the brunette began to read her essay: "My great grandfather was the captain of an expedition team in Antarctica. For over ten years, he searched the Arctic tundra, making over fifty discoveries for his country."
"Yeah, before he went nuts," a male student commented, his voice mocking. The rest of the class (excluding Freddie and Sam) began to laugh.
"That's enough," Mr. Marx ordered, his voice angry and strict. "Carly, thank you for volunteering that information. I think, front what you had a chance to read, that you earned an A."
"Thank you, Mr. Marx," Carly replied. Despite her success, the teen couldn't shake the feeling that, much like too many of her other accomplishments, this came too easy. Nothing was really accomplished: her grandfather was still seen as a madman and nothing more, and she would recieve another gift she didn't truly earn. But still, a new car was nothing to sneaze at.