A/N
This, as well as the next two prologues, simply set up where in the series 3 of the four main heroes come from. It is also very possible to skip this and the next two prologues as it probably won't take anything away from future chapters.
Worlds Apart
Prologue 1: Generation one
Perceptor sat as his desk, working hastily. He was only concerned with his newest project: Dimensional jumps. He'd had the revelation late in the night, seemingly out of nowhere. He wasn't really concerned about that anymore only the task at hand. He'd locked himself up, or so he thought.
"Perceptor!"
The Autobot scientist spun around in his chair to face Ratchet and Wheeljack. Perceptor set down his data pad and stood up to address his friends more properly. With the look Ratchet was giving him, this was the best and most logical move he could make at this moment.
"You've been working on this for hours," Ratchet groaned. "Take a break…"
"But I'm the verge of testing my hypothesis," mumbled Perceptor.
"Which would be?" asked Wheeljack.
"Other versions of this world," Perceptor offered.
Ratchet groaned, "Oh, please, Percy…different worlds?"
"Yes!" Perceptor cheered. "They could vary, either slightly different or drastically!"
"Get some rest," urged Ratchet, leaving the room.
"Keep working at it," whispered Wheeljack before leaving also.
Perceptor smiled at his two friends leave. He turned around to take his seat again but paused. Someone was already seated. He never saw them enter. Where had this bot come from? He had a yellow visor that stuck out from his black coated armor. There was red along his knuckles and his joints. Perceptor tried to find his insignia but was stopped as the bot spoke.
"May I borrow you?" he whispered in a thick voice.
"Borrow?" Perceptor gasped. "You're taking me somewhere?"
"I need you, among others," the bot chuckled, standing up with a data pad in hand.
"Why me?" Perceptor asked, stepping back.
"You are one of very few Transformers that are researching inter-dimensional travel," the bot explained, setting the data pad down. "Wanna test it?"
"You can cross dimensions?" Perceptor inquired.
"I can show you. I really need your help," the bot begged, hand out stretched.
"I'm…not completely sure I should trust a random bot that appears in my lab," Perceptor hummed, backing up again.
"I need your help and I can prove your theories." The bot smiled. "Win-win."
"Hmmm," Perceptor hummed nervously.
"I promise you, I am no Decepticon. Pure Autobot."
Perceptor thought over it. He wanted to prove his thoughts of the travel but most of this seemed like Decepticon works. He hadn't found the insignia yet. If he said no, would this bot take him anyway? Perceptor sighed, closed his optics and shook hands with the other bot. Opening his optics, Perceptor noticed something very important. There wasn't anything around. The world was black.