((Author's Note: This Entire Story has been revised and edited.))


Back To The Home We Forgot

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers

Note: This is based on the Cybertron series and NOT on the Japanese Galaxy Force.

Ok well this is my first fanfic ever, so I'm not sure if I should go ahead with the whole thing or not. So what I'll do is post the first two chapters. If just five people tell me they want to see the end I'll gladly rattle on for them. Also, an apology for the useless title; I have as much muse as a ping-pong ball these days.

Brace for impact!


The atmosphere in the spaceship was almost electric. The anticipation and longing that rushed through every being in it seemed to be visibly there in front of them. They hadn't planed to stay away so long, the Autobots who had gone to the furthest corners of the galaxy. But they were now reunited with almost all the comrades they had left behind. The ship had made stops at all the planets it had needed to: Velocitron, the Jungle Planet and, of course, Cybertron itself. Now they were going to the last place they had called home and the excitement wasn't being pushed down.

"Optimus Prime, we will be landing on Earth in approximately twenty minutes."

The humans who were on board couldn't help but let out a cheer. They had never been short of adventure out there with the stars, but homesickness had claimed them all, and it had escalated the closer they got to their home.

"Hey, you people cheer any louder and we'll take offence to it."

The voice was joking, and no one took any notice of it except the red Autobot in the corner.

"Humph, if anyone should take offence, it's me Hot Shot. Any idiot could tell you are as excited as the humans to be going to Earth; and you were eager enough to leave the Speed Planet as soon as we stopped there, which doesn't say much for how you were governing it."

Hotshot laughed, brushing it off as easily as a speck of dirt.

"Aw come on, you know I did a great job looking after your planet; it's still very intact and no one is dead."

He turned to look at the only female Transformer in the ship.

"Besides, you were the one who put me in charge; I didn't volunteer or anything."

Optimus Prime laughed.

"He has you there, Override."

Override just shook her head, though she was plainly amused.

"I don't know what I was thinking that day…"

All in all, the atmosphere couldn't have been more boosting than it was already as they headed towards Earth. But even if the happiness reached everyone inside, it didn't extend outward.

The dark eyes followed the ship with an expression that could resemble a hungry predator, and a psychotic one at that. There was anticipation in those that stood behind their owner, but it was sinister. The previous Decepticons had wanted the same thing as the Autobots but for different reasons and the killing had almost come as an afterthought. He was different. He had scoured every part of this galaxy and parts of others for followers who had the same, one purpose as him; revenge. The destruction would be swift even with every Autobot working together. And if the humans tried to interfere again this time… The idea of blood was fascinating; he had never seen anyone bleed before.

"When?"

The voice was low, with impatience and longing dripping from every syllable. He didn't bother to look at the one who had spoken; he had eyes only for the ship.

"Soon. Very soon. We just have to stick to the plan, and they will be ours. This plan calls for intelligence and patience, Captain. It is up to you to make sure you troops remember that."

All of the Transformers watched the ship for a few more moments before the captain spoke again.

"We know all that, sir. We almost failed the first part of the mission because of that idiot who decided to try attack…"

"Luckily he didn't succeed to mess up our plans… And he did add some damage which will help us immensely."

Again silence. The ship was almost out of view now. Just a little bit further, and the Autobots would be able to see Earth.

"Now."

That one word was like a switch. At once half of the troops behind him surged forward, eager to do what they had to.

"Captain, remember the plan. None of them are to be killed yet. Now is only the time for damages."

"Aye, sir."

A smile crossed his features as he watched the doom approach the unsuspecting Autobots. The smile was cruel and slightly amused. This would be fun… For him obviously.

000

"Optimus Prime!"

The voice was alarmed and it cut through the happy atmosphere as easily as a knife cutting cake. Silence came immediately as everyone turned to the speaker.

"Sir! We are being followed."

Surprise and whispers ruffled around but they stopped as soon as Optimus shot out his question.

"Friend or foe?" He was unreadable; no one could tell if he was worried or not.

"We don't know, sir. They are Transformers but their purpose is unknown and they are not responding to our signals."

"Signal them to back off if they don't want to answer us."

Everyone sat stock still as the signal was sent. They were all waiting, their breaths held. Waiting and hoping…

"Sir, they have disappeared."

Relief and sighs rang throughout the ship making it sound like it was windy inside. Then came a crash that seemed to shake the ship in two. One attack didn't end the shock though. The blasts kept raining on the ship, blow after blow that caused everyone to stay down where they had fallen. They had no time to fight back; they had no chance. All they could do was lie there and watch the ship being torn apart, their faces illuminated by the flashing red lights, some with smiles still frozen on them.

000

Finally the last impact came. It shattered whatever was left of the ship and most of that fell on top of those who had only ten minutes ago been happy and carefree. Now they were motionless and hurt; the humans were bleeding and the Transformers weren't in any better shape. In fact, the only one of them who had managed to stay conscious was Optimus. He couldn't move; the rubble and his injuries held him down and it was only a matter of minutes before he too lost consciousness. He couldn't think straight and that just made matters worse.

"Good gosh you weren't lying…"

"They're huge! Bigger than they looked on TV even!"

"What you think they're doing back here?"

"Frigging hell we can discuss this later! We first need to decide what to do with these… things."

"Well, I think we should…"

But Optimus never heard the rest of the sentence; he blacked out, leaving the three humans to decide their fate.