So my TF muse has apparently came skidding back into the picture for the time being so I figured I'd share the plot bunny that bit me till I bled. This takes place before DOTM or after. Probably after.

"We are here. We are waiting."

Those words were like a spell breaking. Optimus Prime lived; the message was slightly garbled due to sheer distance, but it made no difference as the coordinates to the small blue planet in the milky way were clearly legible.

Looking around what was left of one of thier sister colonies, an old now depulated moon. A gust of exhast from his systems left him in a sigh as he really let himself look for the first time since this war even started. Once proud buildings were ridden with laser fire damage and unstructurally sound. The gleaming surfaces dulled and pitted from sheer abuse and neglect, the faceted crystals used to refract the light for visability and beauty from one of the near by stars shattered.

It was just him and a few others, each one run down and damaged in some form from lack of a medic and constant fighting. They all met optics each varying levels of hope as they prepared for stasis transport and planet jetison.

They had to go 'home.'

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His internal clock kept track of the time spent in protoform stasis, and had a timer for when he was close enough to awake for planet fall. Shooting an encrypted message of his arrival to the coordinates he'd recieved his message from, he finally activated his periphreal visual on his pod. As he did so the first thing he did was see he was inside...

An astroid belt? Systems blared a warning right as one struck his external shell, his navigation went haywire as he spun out of control, over shooting his orbital aim and passing the 4th planet, then outright passing his window to earth. Thrusters engaged to right his pod and he used the 2nd planets orbit to slingshot into the right direction while he tried to regain some footing of control. If he transformed now and disengaged his protoform pod there would be no way he'd survive planetfall.

Right as he felt somewhat at ease he was back on track his visuals and systems whited out from a solar flare right as he broke into Earths orbit.

He was seeing error codes galore on his whited out screen as he carreened across the horizon, sunset streaked with a vapor trail and smoke as he breached orbit. The extreme heat blazed the shell red as he managed to not scrape the top of Mount Baldy as his visuals finally started to return in slow pixels.

The organic planets terra reflected the blood orange of the sun as he smashed into the desert soil, impact dragging and shaking the earth around him as he slid to a stop. It took him about an hour before he managed to force himself to his protoform, staggering amoung rocks and such almost as big as him as he headed towards light and sound. Darkness had long since swept the higher elevation he was at, the sun having been blocked from view by the mountains at his back.

His armor was dented and singed more so then when he'd left the colony. But he was alive and on the planet as he carefully got close to a yard where all sorts of vehicles were parked, scanning one suitable for his frame. Mimicking the damage wasn't as hard as the initial transform, even the license plate matched. Falling into a light stasis come sunrise he was surprised when a man pulled up in a flatbed truck an checked in his cab. Keys and papers in the passenger seat just like the truck 3 spaces further from him that he'd scanned.

He was unsure what to do as the...human if he recalled right chattered some things to itself as it checked the numbers he'd mimicked and the papers on the seat before messing with his gearshift and brake. Putting the key in the ignition after hooking something to his front. Slowly he was dragged up onto the flatbed, as the sun continued to crest higher into the morning sky. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful it was as emergancy stasis reclaimed him.

The day progressed almost agonizingly slow as systems used the solar energy hitting his frame to slowly doing the self repair his body could manage. Exhasted he didn't even bother trying to get himself fully aware, just barely able to have any form of vision he wasn't in any hurry as he was rolled off and parked in a nice sunny spot. He could feel the wind blowing on him, and a careful scan that he could manage showed no immediate danger.

So he recharged for the next several hours.

The TV glowed errily in the open living room, the news casters voice echoing into the open kitchen as a woman put away the last of her groceries in the fridge and stood up.

"We had a 3.4 earthquake near the fault line yesterday evening, just west of the northbound 15 freeway before Palmdale. So far no physical damage to the surrounding cities,-" Flicking the TV off as she walked through the living room, April shook her head.

"Ugh I swear we're getting closer to the end of the world each year." Glancing up at the clock she huffed a sigh running a hand tiredly through her hair.

"Well guess might as well call it a night."
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So the first chapter/prologues always the slow part. I'll have more up soon!