Transformers Prime The Ultimate Hunter

by RatchetsGirl1

Eons ago lived a race of beings kept secret from all but the Prime's, only to be discovered by a betrayer and wiped out. Who knew there was a survivor who'd end up being the most loyal and vicious of Megatron's army? More so, who knew there was more to the creature then meets the eye, who's very mission in life was to find and enact revenge upon the ones who killed their people.

1. Opening

Long long ago in a galaxy far away, there was once a proud and strong leader of a peaceful planet tucked safely away from war and strife. The beings of the land were in a constant golden age of prosperity and peace with little to no death and no famines. For a time, it seamed the small planet would forever be wrapped up in a time of peace with no worry about the outside worlds. But, that changed one day when a stranger crash landed upon the peaceful home and brought death and destruction in their wake...

Where once a strong and proud leader watched over their people lived, was now replaced with a wounded and tired lone wanderer cursed to live their days walking the lands that now had been filled with desolation and wretched darkness. Cursed were they to walk the carnage of their people in search for something that could not be found. Memories would haunt and images would flash of the very beings that had come in the dead of night.

Hostile and savage they were as they ripped apart everything that moved. Details from the smallest of moments to the most excruciating of moments clung to the mind. An inhale of breath brought the memory of smock in the air, the scent of the choking smog accented with blood and burning blades of grass and decay. A twitch of the ear brought haunted sounds, waves of it overtaken by the sound of crackling flames accompanied by en ever echo of manic laughter and screams of fear and agony.
It filled the cold and dark air with its desolate song of death... of murder. Rage seethed within, crashing around like violent waves clashing against rock. It drowned the body with the anger, the fury that needed to be let loose but was forced to remain while all around perished. Wails would echo in the night air, unheard by any beneath the moons of the Alpha Centauri Star System... Carried though the night and up to the very space of the planet only being bared witness to by the spirits as a once peaceful race perished.

Leaving only one to remain...

One that remained abandoned and wounded upon that chilling ground after it all, one who's voice cried out for the people who no longer remained in a never ending echo of unanswered crying.

One that would forever be followed by silence.