Hi everyone! I'm back! I watched Predacons Rising last night and what can I say...it was really good! Well, except for the ending but hey, I promised a story and here it is :)

I do not own Transformers: Prime...Only my OC's and the Realm of Cybres

Chapter 1

Ceremony

Jack POV

"We have endured bitter hardship and countless battles," Dad started, looking at all of us as we stood right outside of Kaon, "But at long last, our home planet has been restored,"

I looked at my siblings who both stood beside me and then I turned my gaze to my dad.

I couldn't believe he picked Kaon of all places to do this ceremony…I would have expected Iacon, but…Kaon harbored a secret that everyone present knew. I could feel the low thrumming of Vector Sigma, thousands of feet below my pedes. In reality…Dad couldn't have picked a better place.

"We would not be standing on Cybertronian soil," Dad continued, "Were it not for the valiant efforts of both those assembled here and our absent comrades…Ratchet, who remains on Earth to safeguard our human friends, and Cliffjumper, who made the ultimate sacrifice,"

I saw Arcee bow her helm from the corner of my optic.

"But on this day…" Dad said, "At the dawn of a new era…we gather to bestow a special honor, one earned by Bumblebee through his bravery and devotion to the cause of peace. Long before he, Dusk, and Ultimus rid the universe of the scourge of the Decepticon warmonger,"

Dusk and I both gently pushed 'Bee forwards. He jerked his helm back at us for a moment before kneeling before Dad.

Dad gave him a soft smile.

"In the company of your fellow Autobots," Dad continued, "In the presence of our creator, Primus, the living core of our planet…and by the authority vested in me by the Matrix of Leadership,"

Dad lifted the Star Saber high, letting the light of our sun catch on the blade.

"Bumblebee," Dad started, tapping the silver blade that ended Megatron's life on 'Bee's shoulders like he was knighting him, "Arise…a warrior,"

'Bee stood, and though he didn't say anything, I could feel the joy and happiness radiating off of him.

Everyone congratulated him, even Dusk, Ben, and me. Dusk embraced him.

"You finally did it big brother," she grinned.

"We are all proud of you," Mom smiled as 'Bee turned to look at both her and Dad.

"Thanks Mom, thanks Dad," he whispered, a smile shining on his faceplate.

"Let's get this party started!" Wheeljack chuckled, raising his fist.

He had something in it…

"Wait…what are you doi…" Ben started before…

BANG!

A series of explosions ripped through the air, shattering the statue of my uncle that stood proudly above the gate of Kaon.

And it came tumbling down.

Dusk gave a yell of joy, Ben joined in, as did many of the others.

Smokescreen shoved 'Bee's shoulder.

"Welcome to the club 'Bee," he said, "Warrior today…who knows! Prime tomorrow?"

'Bee's optics went even wider than before.

"Slow down Smokey," he started, "I'm not sure I'd wish a Prime's responsibility on anyone,"

"Hey!" Dusk and I both protested.

"You two and Dad are possibly the most responsible 'Bots I know," 'Bee explained, "I don't think I could handle what you guys could,"

Dusk closed an optic, still looking at our big brother.

"I am sorry to interrupt your celebration…and your…explanations…" Dad started.

"Here it comes," my aunt sighed.

"Primes never party," Bulkhead added, earning him a look from both Dusk and me, "The older ones,"

I felt a little bit of irritancy from Dad before he spoke again.

"But I must take my leave of you," he finished.

"Sir…may I ask why?" Ultra Magnus asked.

"Though Cybertron is able to support new life…" Dad started, "Our planet is currently incapable of generating new lives,"

"Say what?" I asked.

"Not until I can retrieve the well spring from which all life on Cybertron is born," Dad finished, "And ultimately returns,"

'Bee's and Ben's optics went wide.

"What?" I asked, "What is it?"

"The All Spark," both of them whispered.

"What?" I repeated.

"You mean it isn't here?" Smokescreen asked.

"Last time I saw it was on Earth," 'Bee said, "But it was destroyed!"

"Yeah," Ben added, "Sam and I pushed it into Megatron's chest…offlining him,"

"But then he came back," Dusk finished.

"That was only a fraction of the All Spark," Dad corrected, "The part that held much of our history, the true All Spark is not on Earth or on Cybertron. Nor has it been…not for thousands of years,"

"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" I asked.

"The All Spark helps create a new Cybertronian…everyone but two present are results from the All Spark," Mom said, "It generates a spark for a sparkling as do the creators…"

"I'm guessing Dusk and Ben are our two oddities," I queried.

"As the war for Cybertron reached a tipping point," Dad started, "And the Decepticon Army appeared to be unstoppable…I opted to safeguard the All Spark from Megatron by covertly sending it to a distant sector of the galaxy,"

"But not before you did one last generation with it," Mom added.

Dad nodded.

"And with that last generation…the last sparkling was born," he finished, looking at me.

"Me," I said, "I was the last?"

"There's a reason why your name mean Last," Dusk pointed out, "You're the last sparkling the All Spark helped create before it was sent off world!"

"But how are we going to find it?" I asked.

"The Matrix of Leadership will enable me to guide us to its present location," Dad replied.

"What are we waiting for?" 'Bee asked, "Let's take the warship and bring it back!"

"These remain dangerous times, Bumblebee," Dad said, "We cannot leave Cybertron unsecured…not with Starscream and Shockwave unaccounted for,"

"Not to mention our stray Predacon," Ultra Magnus hissed, clenching his prosthetic servo.

"Get in line," I growled, "Draconus is mine,"

"Jaaaack," Dusk warned.

"I know, I know, be nice," I sighed, rolling my optics.

"Ultra Magnus, you will supervise patrols to find and capture the fugitive Decepticons," Dad ordered.

"I would be honored," Ultra Magnus nodded.

"I'm coming with you then," I said, looking at the commander.

"Bulkhead, you will lead the reconstruction effort," Dad said, "Begin by building a landing field to welcome returning refugees,"

He then turned to Wheeljack.

"Wheeljack, I will require your extensive knowledge of navigating deep space,"

"When do we leave?" Wheeljack asked.

"I'm coming with you," Dusk said, "And I'm not taking no for an answer,"

Dad let out a sigh but he finally nodded.

Bulkhead POV

Construction wasn't going too bad. Some of the Vehicons had been very willing to help, seeing as we weren't treating them like cannon fodder. I looked up from my datapad and up at the Vehicons…something was wrong…oh no.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" I shouted up at them, "How are you going to attach the cladding when the framing structure is incomplete, huh?!"

The two Vehicons looked at me almost sheepishly before they put the cladding down and started walking backwards…

I raised my servo to stop them…but it was too late. They rammed into two other Vehicons carrying the framework.

I groaned and put a servo to my helm.

These guys are worse listeners than Miko.

Great…now I'm thinking about my girl again. I miss Miko, I miss all the dune bashing we did, her little concerts…

And then Arcee drove up.

Lucky 'Cee…her charge got to come with her.

Then again…he is one of us.

"Labor issues?" she asked, walking up…

Right as another crash sounded, making me cringe.

"Any news of our fugitives?" I asked.

"Just signs of scavenging in former Decepticon instillations," she answered.

"The 'Con warship can't detect their life signals?" I asked incredulously.

"Shockwave must have found a way to shield or disable them,"

I looked up at the warship hovering over the city.

"I'll feel better when the gruesome are locked up with the others," I answered.

Short...maybe. But then again...I don't know where to cut off on chapters during this here...and I'm not making it one whole chapter! So...I guess I'll see ya next time!

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please R&R! :)

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.