Hey guys, so I know that this is my first Transformers story, but I am really interested in this sort of fandom and I wanted to share my story with you guys. I am just going to post this chapter, and if I get enough positive feedback, I know that you guys want to continue reading my stories and want me to continue this story! Hopefully you guys like this story... I'm hoping so anyways. There are some terms that I use in this that are from the Transformers universe, so for those who don't know what they mean, I will put the meanings for the new words at the beginning of every chapter.

This story takes place in the Transformers: Prime universe, so some of the characters in this story you guys should recognize, others (which I am bringing from the original version of Transformers or they are my very own OCs and not allowed to be used in any other story) you will not recognize. This story actually takes place before the Predacons Rising takes place, and it takes place about the last half of the very last episode in the Series 3. Give me feedback if you guys want to, so I can improve my stories to what you guys would like :)

All OCs belong to me, all others belong to Hasbro.

New Words in this chapter:

Femme = Female Cybertronian

Iacon = A famous city on Cybertron that was a refuge for Autobots during the war

Mech = Male Cybertronian

Cycle = Minute

Servo = Hand

Optics = Eyes

Helm = Head

Nano-cycle = Second

Stasis Pod = An escape pod that will send the being inside of it into a deep slumber, almost like hibernation

Pits (the Pits of Unicron) = Hell

Face Plate = Face

The young femme ran through the hallways of Iacon, hearing the gun shots close behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she stared in disbelief as the 'Cons seemed to be getting closer to her, slowly overpowering her protectors. But by her side was Pulsecannon, a mech she considered a father. "Hurry, this way," he commanded, then turning to the right. The femme followed close behind the scientist, using every bit of strength she had to ignore the gunshots that approached ever so closer. The duo ran through the long hallways of the building they were in, knowing that one wrong turn could lead to the destruction of their species and a hope for their world.

Finally, after running for several cycles, they hit a safety lock. The femme knew what to do here. Approaching the door, she held her servo up to it, and a moment later the door began to glow. It slid open, and both bots darted into the next room. The door sealed shut once more, and Pulsecannon let out a quick sigh. "That will keep them at bay, but not for long. We have to get you into the shuttle before it is too late," Pulse said, gripping on to her shoulders quickly.

"Pulse, why do I have to do this? I want to help Optimus defeat Megatron and help end this war," she asked, looking up to the scientist with sadness in her optics.

Pulsecannon lifted her helm up to his sight level, and then he said, "You have to get off of Cybertron to help protect this world. If Cybertron were to be destroyed in this war, you are our only hope in restoring it to its former glory. You are the key to our survival."

The femme nodded in understandment, and then a nano-cycle later they both heard a being hitting on the door. "Come, we have to go now." Pulsecannon gripped on to the femme's servo and dragged her forward towards the evac station, where there was a shuttle waiting for her. They quickly ran forward and entered the giant room, and they saw that dozens of other Cybertronians were busy transporting Autobot relics onto other shuttles and launching them off of the planet. One shuttle was bigger than the others, and standing in front of it were two Autobots she knew dearly.

"Thank Primus you two are here. We need to get the package onto the shuttle quickly," Warpath said, approaching the duo with his partner Perceptor right behind him. The femme was not at all offended that she was being called "the package", because she was aware that Decepticons may have listened on their very conversation, so they had to be careful that they didn't say her real name at all.

Perceptor grasped onto her shoulders, and quickly lead her onto the shuttle. Pulsecannon followed them on, but once they secured her in place, he knelt to her level. Taking her helm in his servos, Pulsecannon then said, "Now, listen to me closely. Perceptor and Warpath are going to get you off of the planet. Once, however, you are in trajectory line with the second destination we are going to send you to, they will eject you from the shuttle into a stasis pod. Hopefully you will make it to the destination safely."

"Why can't you send me through a space bridge?"

Pulsecannon sighed, and then he said, "It takes eons to master space technology. Besides, it would be too risky to do that. This is the only way. You will be safe in their servos, trust me." He kissed her helm softly, and then he pushed himself away from her. "May the AllSpark be with you always."

A moment later, the shuttle rocked slightly. Pulse pulled out his cannons, and then he said, "Go, go now! I will hold them off for you while you escape." Pulsecannon charged off of the shuttle, and she watched in helplessness as Perceptor locked the bay doors, started the engine, and took off.

Within cycles their shuttle was flying out of Cybertron's gravity field. Warpath and Perceptor worked diligently to protect the shuttle from getting fired at, and they continued to guide the ship into space.

All she did was sit there and watch them. She knew she had to obey all the commands they gave, although technically she outranked both of them. But she had to be protected. For the sake of her race. For the sake of their planet.

They had just exited Cybertron's gravity field when the first bullet hit the shuttle. "What in the Pits was that?" Perceptor asked, glancing over his shoulder to look to the femme. She wasn't injured at all, which was good for them.

Warpath got right to work. A cycle later, the mech looked up to Perceptor, and he reported, "'Cons are on our tail. They are trying to destroy the vessel." Warpath and Perceptor almost fell out of their seats again as another couple of bullets rocked the shuttle. Pulling himself back up to the screen, Warpath then said, "Collateral damage taken on the main engines. We have to get the package launched now, or else Prime will not be happy with us that we lost our one and only hope for our species." Both mechs were so calm, even though she knew exactly what the issue was. They were going to go down, and most likely not make it off alive.

Perceptor pushed himself up, and he approached the femme, who had fright plastered onto her face plate. "Come on, let's get into the escape pod now," he said, unsecuring her from her seat and pushing her toward the back of the shuttle.

As they went to the back of the shuttle, the femme saw a door open to the left of her. Perceptor pushed the femme into the pod, and as soon as he had secured her in there, he began to step out.

"Wait, what about you and Warpath? What will happen to you guys?" she asked, looking up into the blue optics of Perceptor.

"We will make sure you get off the shuttle safely before we worry about our own safety. It has been an honor serving with you," Perceptor answered, saluting her quickly. A moment later, he stepped out and locked the stasis pod.

"Stasis pod, activated," a femme voice said, and then she felt the pod release itself from the shuttle. Her shuttle flew into space, and she could only watch in horror as a Decepticon ship blew up the shuttle she was on only cycles before. She began to scream in terror, and the last thing she saw before stasis took over was the Decepticon ship turning in her direction, and a single shot that flew right for her vessel.

Deep in space, deeper than most things can reach to easily, a quiet, harmless object floated through the vast void of space. Its behemoth proportion, although still massively dwarfed compared to almost every planetoid, carved its way through everything as it floated through space.

This object, in origin, came from a planet on the far reaches of the universe. It started all life on that planet, and was the only thing that kept them alive when chaos erupted. That object had caused a great war to erupt on that planet's surface. Millions died, and thousands escaped, barely grasping onto life. For the safety of their planet, they had launched the artifact into space to keep it safe, launching it into unknown territory in places they had never gone to before. The creatures on that planet, at least the ones that survived, launched many missions to find that object when it was launched into space. Millennia later, those creatures lost all hope for ever finding it again because they could not find it for the life of them. But this was no ordinary artifact.

All of a sudden, the object began to glow and spark slightly. Any being watching that scene would have fled immediately, scared out of their wits. The object became as bright as a red dwarf star, and then it released something from within its structure. The newly produced light sped away from there, flying at trillions of miles per second, hurtling toward its objective: the Milky Way galaxy.

Right then, the object disappeared completely, no trace of it being left. The AllSpark had fulfilled and completed its final duty.

Hope you guys enjoyed that prologue!

I am looking for a new cover for this story, so if someone is interested in doing a picture for me (it will be a femme in this story) message me and I will let you know what I want for the cover, 'cause I can't draw for the life of me!

~NinjaMaster220