Thanks for giving this story a chance and this was inspired by IDW Comics's The Transformers and Star Trek

*I don't own Transformers, Hasbro, or any of its characters*


Chapter 1: Mission Start

Many millions of years ago, war raged between the forces of the heroic Autobots and the brutal Decepticons for control of the planet Cybertron. The Autobots battled valiantly in the name of honor. Their courageous exploits bringing hope and glory to a beleaguered war-torn planet, and inspiring countless generations of robots yet to come on-line...

As the history video went on to show more footage, in front of the screen was a femme with her helm resting down on her shoulders.

"Hey wake up!" A female voice yelled, bringing the femme bot out of her recharge state. The Autobot had a red and black paint job with a golden headdress sitting on her helm. She rubbed her blue optics and blinked a couple of times revealing she had red paint makeup underneath them.

"Oh, how long was I out Chromia?" Windblade said tiredly. Another femme was standing behind her in a sky blue and white paint job with wheels behind her upper back and lower legs.

Chromia sighed at her friend's question. "For a couple of megacycles. Don't worry you haven't missed anything important if that's what you're asking."

Windblade stood up from her chair and stretched out her hydraulics. "Is today the day?" She asked excitedly.

Chromia gave a small grin as she crossed her arms."Yup, today's the day."

Windblade could hardly contain her growing smile as she heard this. "So what are we still doing here? We gotta get to the shipyard right now!"

Chromia instantly grabbed one of Windblade's wings stopping her before she ran for the door. "Hold your circuits in a bunch. The ship is not going anywhere at least not without its commanding officer."

Windblade turned around and sheepishly rubbed the back of her helm. "Sorry, I just can't believe I'm promoted to Prime and already I'm head of my own ship you know."

"I say you deserve it. I mean after all, your scores at the Academy were high enough to get you in the Elite Guard though I'm surprised you didn't accept their offer."

Both of them walked out of Windblade's apartment. "It didn't feel right to me and besides that would mean I have to work with Sentinel of all bots."

"I know what you mean. You think with a mech like him would learn to stop shoving rules down everyone's throats."

"But you do have to admit he has skill when it really comes to it." Windblade argued.

"If only his ego wasn't as big as that chin of his."Chromia pointed out. They both burst out laughing as they transformed into their vehicle modes, a Cybertronian motorbike and a car with wings at the sides respectively. The two drove through the streets of Iacon, the capital of Cybertron, passing by other Autobots and buildings until they had reached their destination. Windblade and Chromia transformed into their robot forms and walked over to the nearest dock worker who was busy looking over a data pad.

"Excuse me, do you know where the Providence is? My friend and I are sort of on a tight schedule here." Windblade asked.

"Oh so you're the new Prime huh? Alright follow me." They both followed him down the docks where they stopped in front of a massive white and gold starship.

"Wow..." Windblade said, awestruck at the size of the ship.

"I hope you find everything suited to your needs and good luck out there." said the dock worker. "Thanks." said Windblade, who was still admiring the Providence.

"Impressive isn't it?" A purple and yellow femme walked up to the pair. She had an antenna at the right side of her helm and a blue visor over her optics. "The Providence comes equipped with the latest in spacefaring technology. It's also a testing ground for the new experimental quantum engines that will allow starships to travel long distances in short time."

"And who are you supposed to be?" Chromia questioned her.

"Oh right. My name is Nautica, chief engineer at your service." She saluted at the pair.

"Right, well I'm Chromia." Windblade turned around to face Nautica and waved.

"I'm Windblade Prime but you can just call me Windblade for short."

"Oh y-you're the new commanding officer!? I-I'm sorry, I thought you were just a random bot passing by!" Nautica said, stepping back one step in shock.

Windblade held her servos up in front of her shaking them. "It's okay, every bot makes mistakes from time to time. Besides I would love to know more about the Providence, would you mind giving me and my friend a tour of the ship?"

Nautica felt as if she had invented the best thing in all of Cybertron when she heard those words. "Why yes of course! Allow me to show you around ma'am." She saluted again. Windblade and Chromia looked at each other before shrugging their shoulders and followed Nautica to the inside of the Providence.


'Why did I have to be assigned here of all places?' Minerva thought as she looked over was to be her new station, the sickbay. She had on a red, white, and grey paint job and a set of ear-antennae sat on her helm. She thought she was going to be assigned to field training under Ratchet but plans had changed and here she was in this glorified cargo hauler. Minerva still remembered the conversation she had with Fixit before she came here.

"Why are you assigning me to this team Fixit?" Minerva asked as the two Autobots walked along side by side. The Autobot she was talking had on a red and white paint job with red being the most dominant.

"I've had a change of spark because I don't believe you need to be taught anymore by old bots like me. It's time for your medical skills to be put into practical use and this is the perfect way to do so."

"Sir I...don't think I'm ready to be out there yet I mean what if I mess up and somebot dies?" Fixit stopped walking as did Minerva.

"Yes, sometimes we fail to save lives but that doesn't mean we give up. We must try to save as many lives as we can despite the odds and that is what defines us as medics."

The door slid opened bringing Minerva out of the flashback. The mech who walked in had a teal and white paint job and a yellow mouthplate. He had four wings on his shoulders with the two smaller ones in front while the two bigger wings were at the sides.

"Is the sickbay stocked up with the necessary medical supplies?" He asked.

"Yes sir, I have everything I need." Minerva answered.

"Good then prepare for take-off. The commanding officer is currently on deck along with the last crew member."

"Yes sir." Minerva watched as the mech promptly left the room without saying another word to her.

'What got up his tailpipe?' Minerva thought to herself.


Brainstorm walked down the hallway, away from the sickbay. The ship Providence was in working condition as it should be and all crew members were accounted for. The only logical thing he could do right now was to report for duty at the bridge. As he walked in, he noticed Nautica was still explaining the workings of the ship to Windblade and Chromia. So far, no one had noticed him yet so he quietly went to his station. Before he could sit down, Nautica immediately saw him and announced everyone to his presence.

"Oh Brainstorm, were you sitting there this entire time?" Nautica asked.

"I have only arrived just now if that was what you were referring to." Brainstorm answered. He turned to Windblade. "I will be serving as your science officer and my responsibilities are to provide you with reports, observations, and speculations that may affect the safety of the crew and this vessel."

"Does he ever talk like a normal bot?" Chromia whispers to Nautica.

"No but I quite like the way he talks. It makes things all the more easier when we discuss with one another." Chromia gave a look on her faceplate as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

The door to the bridge slid open where an Autobot with a metallic gold paint job with the exception of dark blue on his servos and his helm. A blue visor sat where his optics were supposed to be and his faceplate was white. "Hey everyone, Goldbug reporting for duty."

"Welcome aboard Goldbug. Get to your stations everyone, we're taking off right now." Windblade commanded.

"I'm receiving a message from the Cybertronian Elite Guard and it's..." Chromia's optics widened in surprise and couldn't finish her sentence. Windblade was now sitting in the command chair and notice her friend had stopped talking.

"What's the matter Chromia?" Windblade asked.

"Ultra Magnus is on the line waiting for us to respond." Chromia answered.

"Put him on the viewscreen." said Windblade.

"Putting him on the screen now."

The Supreme Commander of the Autobots appeared on the viewscreen causing everyone to stand up and salute. "At ease, my fellow Autobots." Everyone sat back down. "Windblade Prime, is your ship already out of Cybertron's orbit?" Ultra Magnus asked her.

"No sir. We were just about to leave until you contacted us."

"I am assigning your team on a mission to investigate the last known location of Optimus Prime and his team."

"Did something happen to him?" said Windblade.

"We do not know what has happen but what we do know is that Optimus Prime's team had found the Allspark." There was nothing but stunned silence across the bridge.

"The Allspark, the source of all Cybertronian life!?" Goldbug shouted. "But I thought it was sent away, never to be seen again during the Great War."

"But now after millions of years, it has finally reemerged." said Brainstorm.

"Ultra Magnus, send us the coordinates and we'll be sure check it out as soon as possible." said Windblade.

"Very well then, the coordinates are being sent to you now and should you find Optimus's team, pull them out and return with the Allspark to Cybertron posthaste. Ultra Magnus out." The image of Ultra Magnus faded away returning the viewscreen back to normal.

"Nautica, fire up the engines and Goldbug, plot the course to those coordinates we've been given." Windblade ordered.

"Yes ma'am." They both responded. As Nautica left the bridge to go to the engine room while Minerva walked in.

"Is it true what I heard, has the Allspark really been found?" She asked Windblade.

"Yes, you heard right and may I ask who are you?" "

I'm Minerva, the medic for this team."

"I'm Windblade and you're just in time to see this ship leave Cybertron. How are we on engines Nautica?" Windblade asked on the intercom.

"Engines are all up and running." Nautica responded.

"Take us out Goldbug." Windblade ordered.

"Commencing liftoff in five, four, three, two, one, ignition." He pressed down a button and the thrusters flared up to life causing the Providence to slowly fly up towards the sky until it eventually made it to Cybertron's orbit.

"Take one last look at Cybertron everyone, who know how long until we see it again." said Windblade. "Are we ready for quantum jumping?"

"Oh this ship has been ready ever since it was built." said Nautica.

"Initialize jump." The Providence began to stretch itself forward before it finally disappear in a flash of light.


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