Author's Note: I've thought over this FF for a long time. I know, I made promises. And I made changes. I've undergone some emotional changes, and out of respect to you, the reader, they won't be told. It was scheduled for deletion weeks ago, but I froze. No, there were things here that I want to keep because it just stuck with me. This story doesn't make sense, and some of you might not like this story, but I've news to give you later on. Truth be told, I threw ideas down on paper and wrote it just like that. No, that isn't right. And I regret that because I can tell some of you thought I ruined it. I'm not looking for attention. No, I just need to get this out. For those who hated this and my story, know that what I said wasn't true. Your words hurt, and I slowed down and hit this point. I've a hard enough life. You're lucky, and I am too. Know that the only people that really get me aren't my parents. Just my brother, and now writing partner MizuAice. She gets me, and she's professional when it come to this. No, I'm not looking for attention.

So here's my action: Out of respect for those who read this and enjoyed it, the original story below is now non canon and will be updated occasionally, and will be updated on a new entry labeled Deleted Scenes, Which I will turn into a extra scenes/ blooper reel. Fourth walls will break, at one point or another. For this, I am debating whether or not I should move the original fifteen chapters to Deleted Scenes or keep it here, but at the back. Ideas will be greatly appreciated. It's hard to write for a nonexistent audience.

DISCLAIMER:

I do not own The Transformers franchise, The Transformers Universe. All rights to Hasbro.

I do not own Dusk Greyman, Ultimus Prime, or anyone in the realm of Cybres. All rights to Elhini Prime.

I only own my OCs

Prologue

Energon poured down from the Cybertronian sky. A stirring began in a tube of liquid energy. The liquid drained, and a humanoid silhouette stuck out in the bright surroundings. The Cybertronian and Allierriean hybrid's eyes fluttered and opened. A section of the glass lowered and disappeared. The hybrid stumbled after eons of inactivity. Dreadline bowed his head for a moment. His neon green eyes flashed royal blue for a moment, and it returned.

Ever since the Autobot's defeat eons ago, neutral citizens either became rouges, or Decepticon slaves. Knowing that their termination is at hand, each planet that the bots have controlled or allied with has either gone rouge or cooperated with Megatron. This was the outcome of the inter-dimensional war, which raged on for a very, very long time.

Dreadline looked around. Energon pods were near him, millions of them. Walking up to the nearest pod he peered inside, and saw a femme with a black and gold color scheme floating around in the energon. Memories flooded, but one stuck out like a human in a pile of rats.

OOO

"I need your team to infiltrate the Iacon ruins. Retrieving at least one of the book of records is vital if we are to start a new life on Earth." The reborn Optimus Prime said to his elite stealth team. Dreadline nodded.

The elite with team was barely known through out the Autobot ranks, making them nearly invisible to Deception Intel. After the 'bots had taken over their Cybertronian home world, they were driven out once more by a revamped Trypticon and Galvatron's much smaller yet more powerful army.

Dreadline nodded once more to his team, and then to the Autobots who knew of them. He looked at the mechs and the one femme. Wheeljack and Preceptor were finishing the repairs on Drain, the team's strongest and largest member. A shame Ratchet isn't aware of the team, Dreadline thought. Bumblebee, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, and Ironhide stared in awe at the specialized weapons the team was taking with them. Jazz and Cliffjunper were arguing over who would likely be on the team next. Kup was teaching Throttle, the team's destroyer class soldier, a few tricks. The rest of Dreadline's team of seven (including him) chatted with each other as the Autobots prepared the stealth team.

The leader closed his eyes, and remembered his war trashed childhood. Saving the twins, then disappearing into the billions of Cybertronians on the planet.

"The ship will be ready in a few more mega-cycles. Until then, sit tight." Preceptor said, leaving Wheeljack to finish the repairs and checking the battle cruiser for its fuel levels as well as self-repairs. Dreadline sighed. He transformed into somewhat of a mixture between a muscle and exotic vehicle,then raced out of the underground base.

"Alright guys, Prime has returned from briefing the others about the fake mission and is on standby with Hotrod and Magnus" Kup's rusty voice said mega-cycles later. He had not aged well, like Jetfire. By that time Dreadline had already driven to and from the second safe house where his "adopted siblings", Prime's adopted and actual children, actually get to command a section of Autobot and Autari forces.

"Dreadline to Prime- we're clear. 'Cons seem to be distracted enough with Hothead's and Magnus' forces" Dreadline reported over the comm. link.

"Head in. But be wary- our enemies may still dwell in the area," The Prime replied.

"Charger- guard our entrance. Draft and Farin, stay with him." Dreadline spoke in clear Allierriean. It is graceful and slightly musical to hear, but if you aren't Allierriean and try to speak in the language- well lets just say the results are fatal.

"The rest of you come with me."

He shuddered violently at the memory. Soon he started to feel pain all over his body. He didn't know what it was from, but he felt that it came from somewhere close by. To him it felt like being born again. But to Dusk, it felt like waking up. Problem was, the energon didn't drain.

"Hold on Dusk," Dreadline said as he drew back his fist and swung.

A/N: Rewriting has begun! This is happening to all present chapters in this and OLITP... Wish me luck.

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-AF