Disclaimer:
This story and my oc's belong to me.
Transformers Animated and cast belong to...Hasbro.
Pairings: None as of yet
Summary: After being saved by a pair of mysterious transformers, the Autobots are dragged into an age old war that happened even before the Great War began. Just who are these two transformers, and what do they have to do with two unknown humans, a miniature transformer called a Minicon...and the Jet Twins?
Transformers Animated
Forgotten Past
Prologue
"Many millions of solar cycles after the Grand War comes to an end, a 'Great War' will begin. By the defeat of our brothers will peace finally reign. Woe is me to say that their peace shall not last. During the great struggle will hope be shone down through two unique sparklings, gifted with power and wings of freedom. Joined together through two sets of bonds, they will lead the way to everlasting peace."
Lifting his calming teal optics from the worn parchment, his settled on a second pair of golden optics that stared back at him boredly.
"It's time..." The first one said.
His only response was a grin that slowly spread across the others faceplate.
"About time" The other spoke, pushing off of the wall he had currently been leaning on.
"I was starting to grow rust on me from all this waiting around."
The first bot just chuckled.
"Well then...I guess we should head out and see how things are progressing, shall we not?"
The other bot was already at the door, staring out into the dimly lit hallway. Rust covered almost 85% of the walls, ceiling and floor, old lights hanging from the ceiling were either blown out, busted, or barely clinging to life as they swung side to side from an invisible wind.
"Yes." The second bot said. "...I miss them..."
The first bot sighed heavily, walking over and placing his worn servo on the others shoulder.
"We'll find them...dont worry."
He then flicked off the few working lights and shut the door, staring down the long hallway to the barely hanging on door to the outside world. His teal-colored optics narrowed at a silent thought.
"Let us go...we have a lot of space to cover..."
The second bot turned and stared at him with his own golden-yellow optics, nodding with steely determination.
-Somewhere far off in space-
Blood red optics slowly came on, blinking sluggishly as the robot came out of recharge.
Slowly, after gaining his bearings, he stood up and walked to the rusted door of his chambers. He walked through the door and down the corroded hallway, heading to a set of double-doors.
Sending out a silent signal, he pushed open the doors and walked into the Grand Hall, which was anything but grand. Tattered tapestries and wires hung down like vines from the ceiling, pieces of the ceiling themselves missing. The once marble floor was in shambles, rocks and other debris were scattered from one end of the room to the other. At the far end of the hall was a stage, the robot walked up the few steps of it to get to the top. He walked over to a worn and dingy chair that could have once been a throne.
As he sat himself down in his 'throne' just as two doors on either side of the room opened, a small group of robots walking in and standing before him.
A crooked grin spread across his faceplate, equaled by his 'men'. Such a fine group of bots, personally selected by he himself. The most ruthless, cut-throat and loyal slaggers this side of the nexus.
He sat back against his throne, resting his elbows on the arms as he sat his chin on his intertwined servos. There could be only one reason as to why he had awakened. This thought caused a wicked grin to flash across his faceplate. His...'friends'...must finally be on the move.
'At long last, the time has finally come.' He thought with sinister glee. He could now put his plans into motion as well. Their long wait had finally come to an end.
"It finally begins..."