Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or any of its characters, except the ones you've never heard of (Kiara, Bruce, Heather, Nick, Brandon, Stalk, Strike, Blitzblade, Diamondshard, Wolfstrider, etc.).

Summary: Kiara, Bruce and Heather live normal lives, until a meteor almost kills them. Now, they are brought into the care of the Autobots as they try to hunt down the Allspark. Though, killer robots, exploding buildings, and resurrections are not what they had in mind…

Author's Note: One day I felt like writing a Transformers story, and it has evolved into this story. This is an original fan fiction, so it basically contains info from all of the series I've watched and what I've looked up. After this story, I have about five more planned out, so I hope someone likes these. This is the first book in my Spark of Primus Saga. I hope you enjoy, and may your spark always burn bright.

This is the first book in the Spark of Primus Saga

1

Nothing. A planet was there, but it was cold, lifeless. Like many other planets, except for one difference. Life, if not life as you know it, once populated the cold, dark planet only a couple million years ago. That was before the Great War.

The being called Optimus Prime watched the dead planet spin in its orbit through his lenses. He watched it from an asteroid only a few million miles away. He watched the planet he had once called home on its continuous orbit. Never stopping, even when life on it had been extinguished like a candle. It had a name that the beings like Optimus Prime had called when they lived on it. They had called it Cybertron.

Optimus Prime turned around and looked at his remaining Autobots. There weren't many. All that was left was him, Jazz, Bulkhead, Ironhide, Ratchet, Arcee, Prowl, Bumblebee, Stalk, and Strike. The Decepticons were gone, and all that remained was this ragtag bunch of Autobots. Everyone's blue lenses were dull with defeat.

"Autobots," Optimus droned, "don't lose hope. It may be all we have left. We have to follow the Decepticons and find the All-Spark before Megatron. Then we will find another planet to call home."

Optimus was taller than most of the 'bots. Ironhide and Bulkhead were about his height, but not nearly the same physique. He towered over the small 'bots; Bumblebee, Jazz, Arcee, and Stalk. Ratchet, Prowl, and Strike were somewhere in the middle. Not one Autobot was the same.

"We need to get going through the universe." Optimus looked at his comrades. "Bulkhead, Ironhide, Ratchet and I will be pulled by Strike. Stalk, you pull Arcee, Prowl, Bumblebee, and Jazz."

Bulkhead threw Strike a chain, and everyone who he was pulling grabbed on. Stalk looked over at Prowl. "Prowl, grappling hook." Prowl shot a length of rope out from where his belt would be. Stalk grabbed the end and wrapped it around her own waist. The ones who were to go with her grabbed the wire.

Optimus turned away from Cybertron and gazed into the vastness of space. "Autobots, move out." Everyone pushed off the asteroid. Strike activated the jets on his wings, and two jet thrusters came from Stalk's lower back. They lit them, and the Autobots' headed out into space.

Optimus stood on an asteroid once again, thousands and thousand of light-years away from his home. The Autobots were now observing a small planet the natives called Earth. Optimus looked over at his Autobots. "We may have found another planet to call home. Earth. Bulkhead, can you drill a hole in this asteroid?"

"Yes Optimus."

"Strike, get behind it and send it towards Earth."

"Of course."

"Bumblebee, go and scout out the planet." Bee saluted.

The Autobots' climbed into the hole Bulkhead had made and prepared for a long journey

Eh, this looked longer on Word. Oh well. I guess most chapters will be about this length, but hopefully contain a lot of meat in them.