TRANSFORMERS

Imperial Wings

A girl is given a second chance at life, in exchange for ending the war of Transformers. It's about as easy as it sounds. And, whilst sorting out her own life, she discovers two younglings without mothers, and the reason why their families fight.

CHAPTER ONE

Primus' Request – Transformers Are Real!

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Where in God's name am I?

Not God, little one.

Okay, who then? Not Primus, surely…

Precisely.

She was silent for a moment, before daring to ask: Okay then, Primus…where am I?

There was no answer, and the girl began to feel frustrated. She had her eyes closed, but she didn't feel like opening them. She was tired, for one thing, and feeling mentally drained all of a sudden. She did get the feeling that she was floating in space, however, and then a thought struck her: I'm dead!

No, you're not, my sparkling. Primus' voice was gentle and sincere. You are, in fact, very much alive.

B-but… The girl stammered. M-my car…I crashed…into a power-pole, and then… The memories of the horrifying accident made her heart hammer, and brought tears to her unopened eyes.

She was vaguely aware of something large wrapping around her – a giant hand that was more like a big, warm blanket. She dared herself to open her eyes, and saw, through her tears, that she was being held by a large white and gold robot, the largest thing she had ever seen in her life. Looking into his face, she saw that his optics were a deep blue colour, and seemed endless. This was Primus, she realised, unable to move or even speak. This is the Transformers god…

That is correct, Emma.

He knows my name!

I know everything about you, little one, Primus intoned calmly. For I have watched over the universe and beyond since before time began.

So then…Transformers are real? Emma wanted to know.

Primus nodded. Yes.

Which ones?

I believe the story from your world calls them 'The Transformers'.

Generation One… Emma breathed slowly, trying to wrap her head around this. Aside from her and Primus, there was nothing but an endless stretch of whiteness. Was this what Primus had meant by 'beyond the universe'? Scary… So…how come I'm here, though? I should be, like, dead… The memory of the car crash was still fresh in her memory, and the thought of what her family and friends would say worried her. She'd argued with her parents a lot…but now she wouldn't get any more chances to make up with them…

I brought you here, little one, Primus informed her. In order for you to carry out your mission. One that you were intended to fulfil long ago.

What do you mean? What mission?

My children – the Transformers – have been at war for centuries. It was ravaged their kind – and countless planets. This was a war that was never meant to get so out of control.

But it did. Emma stated. How come you can't just fix it? You know, make Megatron not-evil anymore and stop the fighting? You're god, you can fix things.

Primus laughed gently. I wish it were that simple, Emma but then again, if it was, we wouldn't be here. I would be content to just observe, and you would be working a nine-to-five job five days a week.

And yet here we are.

Exactly. I am the god who created Transformers, however there are rules that bind even me. I cannot just go forth to where the Autobots and Decepticons are and, as you say, 'fix things'. If I could, I would have done it by now.

Emma guessed what he was hinting at. She sighed. So…you saved my life and brought me here, in exchange for me doing your job for you? She bit her lip suddenly. Why did she just speak like that to a god?

Luckily, Primus was amused by this, and merely smiled down at her as he said: It has always been your mission to end this war, Emma. It has been ever since the fighting reached a point where neither side would ever dream of giving in. It is this point that is the key to solving everything.

Which point would this be?

I'm afraid I cannot tell you.

Of course not.

However, what I can do, is give you three things. The first is a guardian – something that will be your familiar, so that you will never find yourself alone. Wherever you go, she will find you.

Emma blinked a few times, and then felt something long and serpentine slip around her neck. Something appeared in front of her face – a creature with goldish platinum-coloured eyes like her own. It looked like a pale pink snake, but it had four wings just below its 'neck'. It appeared to be made entirely out of metal, so he guessed it was a robot. She tilted her head to one side, as did the snake. She raised her chin slightly, and the snake kept at eye-level with her. Emma blinked and the snake, having no eye-lids, merely flicked its red tongue lazily at her. She wondered if it had any fangs. It had a purple stone on its forehead.

Emma looked back up at Primus, who was watching her and the snake's interactions.

This is a creature known as a Pythormer, Primus told her, as the snake flew a few times around Emma's head before settling across her shoulders again. It is a very rare creature nowadays, commonly associated with myself and other such entities. If any have doubts as to who you are, this one will clear it all up. Her name is Platinum.

Emma was instantly reminded of one of her favourite songs and, as if on cue, a few bars from the piano version of the song played. It seemed to have come from the stone on the snake's forehead.

So, what, she talks through the music? Emma wanted to know, and Primus nodded. Bizaro-world…

Her other abilities will make themselves very clear in time, the god told her. As will your own.

My own? Emma wondered, before falling into stunned silence because the god had just opened his chest-plate to reveal his spark. It was beating a bright and brilliant blue, the exact same colour as his optics, and radiating with such power that Emma was stunned into submission.

I will grant you the power of my spark, young one. As Primus spoke, particles of data that reminded Emma of something from Digimon Frontier formed loops, and began to transfer the power of the All-Spark from Primus to Emma. As you are my ambassador, this is a great power for you to wield.

What? But…wait, what if I don't want to?

You don't have a choice.

Oh.

However, you do have many other choices to make, Primus informed her, as her eyes closed, the transfer of this powerful energy into her small human body making her feel small. You may make the wrong choices, but they are yours and yours alone to make.

You mean like…Autobot or Decepticon? Fight or flight? To be or not to be? Emma was glad she was still able to show her sense of humour, especially since the power transfer was having a strange effect on her body.

Primus chuckled. These choices will effect more than just you – choose wisely. The decision you make will effect everyone.

So, in other words, screw up and everyone dies? No pressure, really. Anything else I should know?

Yes. Primus said, as the data transfer finished, and Emma opened her eyes to look at him. A blue disc sat on her chest, near her collar bone in the centre. It shone with the same colour as the All-Spark, because it was effectively a spark. My last thing I have for you before we must part ways is some advice. You now have both a heart and a spark. This means that others may view you as one of us. Do not be afraid but be wary. For, in time, you will understand what it means to be an un-bonded fem in a world dominated by mechs…

Emma felt a surge of panic, not fully understanding Primus' words as she felt her body seize up and begin to float away.

"Wait!" She called out; ceasing to speak in her mind and hearing, for the first time, what the power of Primus' spark had done to her voice. It sounded more like she was singing. "Primus, don't go, I have more questions!" Platinum curled around Emma's neck.

I must go, my young one, Primus intoned. But, I will always be a part of you, you will be fine.

"But…I have more questions!" He was getting further away, and she didn't want to leave yet. "I need to know what to do!"

You will know what to do when you look into your spark. Primus said. And, my dearest one, beware of the destroyer…he does not appear as you know him.

An image of a black and silver robot with burning red eyes flashed through Emma's mind, just as she faded away into the white mass.

"Primus!" She cried in a choked up voice.

Do not be afraid…Emma…