Author note: this is my first multiple universal crossover fic involving Ratchet and Clank, Mass Effect, Transformers, Aliens vs. Predators, Star Wars, StarCraft, Avatar, Halo, and many universes.
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Peace is not an absence of war; it is a virtue, a state of mind, a disposition for benevolence, confidence, justice.
-Baruch Spinoza
It is an unfortunate fact that we can secure peace only by preparing for war.
-John F. Kennedy
300,000,000: A separate dimension was create by a species called 'The Ancient Ones' who were drying off by an unknown virus. The dimension will later be populated by beings that left the dimension of the living and cannot continue. The dimension will soon be called the Ghost Zone.
200,000,000: Warships from outside the Milky Way galaxy arrived, carrying refugees from an endangered species that had suffered through a civil war. They're known as Precursors.
Knowing that their species is doomed due to their low population numbers, they set out across the galaxy seeding life across millions of barren planets. The Precursors were soon betrayed by one of their own creations when they choose another species instead of them to hold the Mantle.
While the war continued, they didn't notice they were observed outside their galaxy, waiting for their chance to wipe them out and began the cycle anew.
By one hundred fifty thousand years, the last Precursors were driven out from their home, hunted by their advanced fleet. Their own creation has now taken the responsibly of the Mantle.
125:000: A cold war erupts between the Forerunners Ecumene and the Human-San 'Shyuum Alliance as each had claimed the Mantle of Responsibly as their own, though it does not start a war between them.
120:000: Contact was made between the Forerunners and an alien race known as the Zoni that came from their home dimension due to a civil war. The forerunners quickly took interest in the Zoni of bending time itself.
The Zoni, unlike their Forerunner allies, who hated humanity for claiming of upholding the Mantle of responsibly, were interested in humanity in how they uphold the Mantle.
They were pleased when they saw as humanity intervene on a world that was home to four-legged equines that were similar to those on their home world, were on the verge of extinction due to their biological factors not allowing them to apart to the wildness.
The humans were able to stop their extinction by creating separate trails that will allow them to survive ad adapt: One trail will allow them to spawn wings and another to have horns that can discharged and displayed psionic abilities, allowing them to survive against the beasts, and giving them the change to develop their own civilizations.
The natives will soon name their planet: Equus
They will be kept under watch on their development until the Human-Flood war.
110,000: During their colonization of other planets, the humans discovered automated cargo ships of unknown origin, which had supposedly arrived from one of the Magellanic Clouds and crashed on planets near the edge of the galaxy. The humans found no crew, but they did find millions of small transparent cylinders filled with an unknown powder. Early tests showed the powder to be harmless and useless, being composed of lifeless short-chain organic molecules and tested it on animals.
What they didn't know that they just accidentally unleashed a terrible evil on the galaxy. In the few years, their thousand-old empire will began to crumble after world after world succumbed to the parasite known as the Flood.
Their empire was slowing collapsing under the threat of the flood if not for the help of Zoni, seeing that the flood was the greater threat, they secretly aided the humans and helping their Forerunners allies repelled a invasion of their space when an enemy, calling themselves the Reapers, began invading after the forerunners found one of their creations: The Mass relay. The Reapers obscure themselves outside the galaxy due to the Precursors had the technology to destroy them, waiting until the right moment to strike and began the cycle of extinction.
109,989: The humans were able to find and create a cure for the flood, but was forced to sacrifice about third of the population and "fed" them to the Flood. The new genes aggressively killed off Flood bio-matter and destroyed the Flood until the few that survive were forced to into hiding, driving them out of the galaxy.
But due to their worlds being overrun by the flood, they were forced to colonize others that are under the auspices of the Forerunners, and forced to destroy some of them due to flood infection.
The Forerunners, able to drive off the Reapers due to the enemy limited FTL, driving them off into dark space and systematically destroying every relay near their space, destroying any mass relay they can find, making the entire Orion Arm cluster completely devoid of Mass Relays.
When news reaches to the Ecumene of the humans invading their worlds and some cases, destroying them, they declare war.
With the war turned into two fronts, the human empire begun to collapse, their allies, the San 'Shyuum had surrender; their home world was being quarantine and their advance technology taken away.
The forerunners were able to break through the human lines and surround their capital, Charum Hakkor, and lay siege to it for fifty years until they finally took the planet.
For destroying their worlds and killing countless species, the remaining humans were stripped of their technology, their civilizations smashed, and the remnants exiled to their home world, reduced to a per-technological state from which they would be forced to start again.
The ones that were part of the government and the military were executed for their crimes, but one of them, an admiral by name of Achak Anaba, instead of moving on, was sent to the Ghost Zone.
He would later be called by the other ghosts: Pariah Dark.
98,379: The Flood entered the Milky Way galaxy and initially caught the Forerunner military and the Zoni by surprise at G617 G1 using captured non-military vessels to penetrate local Forerunner naval blockades to descend and land upon Forerunner-colonized worlds, overrunning local defenses and converting billions of Forerunners per world with hundreds of millions of Flood forms within a few years. Eventually, Forerunner and Zoni fleets were forced to commence orbital bombardment on Flood-infested worlds to prevent the Flood's spread to other planets.
After three hundred years of warfare between the Flood and the Forerunners, the highest levels and tiers of the Forerunner Fleet Command and the Zoni began to realize that their species extinction was plausible at the Flood's discretion as so many Forerunners and Zoni had fallen victim to the Flood.
97,448: The forerunner-flood war comes to a close as in a last desperate attempt to destroy the flood; the forerunners, guardians of the galaxy and the successors of the Precursors, fire the halo arrays, weapons of untold destruction on a galactic scale, destroying themselves and all life in the galaxy, depriving the parasite's food supply. The forerunners, using their technology can stored data logs, embryos and DNA samples onto keyships where they are to be taken to their respected home worlds to begin life again.
During the final days of the war, the Librarian had stopped her husband and imprisons him on the forerunner shield world, Requiem for attempting to destroy humanity. Seeing that the war was already lost, decided that her race's time as caretakers of the galaxy is over. She picks humanity as the heirs to the mantle, but instead she had chosen a second race from a nearly cluster of space known as the Polaris Arm: home to a race that held some similar traits to Humanity, allowing them to uphold the mantle along the Humans are ready to ascend when one of the great caretakers', Orvus, of installation Percussus, persuaded her, to allow them to stand alongside humanity to project the galaxy and beyond. She had called this species, Rebuilder.
50,000: Prothean scientists on Illos, able to construct a ship with makeshift parts from nearly deserted cities, loaded the ship with a bomb that had the power of wiping out an entire fleet. Boarding their ship and using the mass relay network, they were finally able to reach the citadel after weeks of scavenging fuel from wrecks of Prothean warships and reaper husks, but one of its members was quickly indoctrinate, they quickly killed him but before he died, he succeed in destroying the timer on the bombs. With no choice left; they activate the citadel and enter dark space. There they activate the bomb, completely wiping out the reapers but at the cost of their own lives. The Protheans are now completely wiped out. The Reaper that wasn't present in dark space, Sovereign, feeling the shocks from his brothers being destroyed all at once, completely destroying the machine's mind, leaving a lifeless, but functional, husk, hiding in the darkness corners of space.
36,000: With enough political support from most of the kingdoms of the Ghost Zone, Pariah Dark was able to overthrow the ruling government of the Ghost zone, known the Observants by using two artifacts left by the ancient ones called the Ring of Rage and the Crown of Fire, giving him unlimited power. But the power had quickly corrupted him, turning him into a tyrant and ruling the Ghost Zone with an iron fist.
6,256: The war for Unification has ended on Fastoon. The last remnants of the Lombax city states have all been united under the newly formed Lombax Coalition. The Lombax Praetorian Guard was create to protect and attack against those who threatened the Coalition.
6,200: The Lombaxes launch their first colony ship, achieving space-flight status after excavating a forerunner installation in the Polar Regions. Research on slipspace begins.
5,992: Nimbus and Actium in the home system are completely terraformed and colonized. The first cities are beginning to appear. Mining of the asteroid belt begins. Lombax population reaches 23 billion in the home system.
5,990: The first Lombax AI is created on one of fastoon's moon, Agustin. They named her Adreanna, named after Queen Adreanna Fermoso of the former city state, Guerreiros De Honra.
5,989: The first slipspace drive has been complete and has been installed for testing on a lombax battle cruiser named, Prometheus. The test was a complete success. It sends the ship to a nearby star system 23 light years from the home system. Plans are putting in place for the first interstellar colony.
5,983: Research on gene therapy had generated excellent results. It quickly improves the strength and stamina in all troops and navy personnel.
5,979: Ark-5 colony ships had been constructed and complete. The colony ships, installed with the new slipspace drives along with a convoy of frigates and cruisers, make the jump towards the star system. The transit has been successful without any error.
5,977: Scientists have accidentally invented what they called a "Warp drive" that could travel at apparent speeds greater than that of light by many orders of magnitude with a mix of their own technology and forerunner.
5,976: Colonization of the Prometheus system has been complete. The moons around the two gas giants in the system have been terraformed and setters begin setting in. more forerunner artifacts had been found in the system.
5,345: The colony, Castellum, in the Prometheus system, becomes the first lombax fortress world. Its orbit is now filled with shipyards, along with about sixty orbital defense platforms, another three hundred are already under construction.
5,341: The three hundred orbital defense platforms are now complete Castellum; a forerunner installation is discovered on one of the border worlds. Archaeological and scientific groups stir up great interest when the installation they were excavated was reported to have a monitor. Unlike the other installations the coalition has discovered, their monitors were either deactivated, losing it memories of its creators and their purpose, or have gone into rampancy. When they arrived at the installation, the monitor greeted himself as 511 Vertumnus light.
This came to shock when he greeted the scientists and archaeologists as 'rebuilders'? He reveals that the installation was monitoring a planet that was going through severe climate change with life on it. The forerunners were about to invented, but they were tie up with flood and regretted leaving it to its doom. The lombaxes now discover why the technology was so easy to access for them. The lombaxes are the forerunner heirs to project life in the galaxy. The monitor also told that there was another heir to the forerunners. One word that made the forerunners artifacts a top priority: Reclaimer
5,340: With the help of the monitor, they were able to get access to the information stored in the installation. This greatly improves the lombaxes technology and cause an explosion of innovation within Coalition space, creating many wonders. The Huragok are discovered, living in forerunner shield world, named Refugium Deperditam. They are quickly uplifted and fully acquainted in Coalition space. The technologies in the shield world are savaged, and are being reverse- engineered.
4,786: The fifth series of sapient robots are created on one of the Lombax manufactured world, Quartu.
4,784: The Sentient Synthetic Civil Rights act was passed unanimous through the Coalition senate. Droids and AIs across Coalition space rejoiced, but many still serve their creators happily.
3,967: More than 900 worlds had been colonized thanks to the advances of the forerunner's artifacts and due to the Unha Hora system by using the military as a major construction force to help accelerate colonial development and training the colonists to defend themselves. The lombaxes lifespan has been doubled, giving older family members a second chance to have new children, increasing the population from 50 billion to 85 billion. The colonies are either well-developed or in developing; the lombax Coalition has taken controlled more and more of the colonization efforts as they discovered alien fossils on several worlds. Military buildup begins in case first contract goes wrong. Plans are draw up for a new ship design called a super dreadnought. It will be about 40 km in length, 12 km in width, and 9 km in height. The first one will be complete in about 20 years.
3,456: The Gadgetron Corporation is founded by the merging of the two biggest weapons manufacturers in the Coalition: COG arms and Dark light industries. Gadgetron quickly becomes one of the most popular suppliers in weapons, armor and gadgets, quickly becoming the Coalition's main military supplier.
3,451: The first series of heavy-armed MECHS are created by Gadgetron to provide the Military. They will be used for space and ground combat.
3,947: The explorer ship, Hector, along with it security force, has gone missing. Fearing the worst, the Coalition ordered a fleet of 180 ships, commanded by a young rear Admiral, Ainmire Coñecemento, a direct descendant of one of the researchers on the slipspace drives, Oaken Coñecemento; The fleet, thanks to the explorer ship last known location was in a system with strange electromagnetic readings, arrived at the edge of the unknown system, they quickly detected a ship about the size of a dreadnought. The fleet went in full-combat readiness and prepare for the dreadnought's response. What came shocking to the rest of the fleet was when the unknown ship transmitted a message, written in their language.
"This is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, two days ago your ship, the Hector, discovered our home world Cybertron. We were to made contract, but our enemies, the Decepticons, attack. We were able to repel them and destroy them, but the Hector took damage, crashing on Cybertron, and we, while coordinating with them, were able to evacuate the majority of the crew. From the orders of Autobot High Council I have come to offer a alliance with the Lombax Coalition to retake Cybertron." The young admiral, while dazed at making first contact, transmitted the message back to Coalition HQ back on Fastoon.
After relaying back the message, Ainmire contacted the Autobot ship, inquiring if they have the crew of the Hector with them. They reported they do, but many of them are in critical condition. They requested docking permission, but due to the size of the Autobot ship; instead they sent in a small transport.
The first super dreadnought, called the Leviathan, is launch out of drydock.
Unknown system
Time: 0900 hours
The CLN Dreadnought Crusader
Hangar bay
Ainmire scratches the silver-haired goatee procured under his furry chin, letting out the long-awaited yawn he had since this morning. His brown fur glistening from the hard lights above him and his escort; He, along with a company of Praetorian Guard, carrying the new HI6 assault rifles fresh off the assembly lines of the industrial world of Kalebo III, home to the Headquarters of one of the biggest corporations in Coalition space, Gadgetron, was waiting for the Autobot transport that was carrying the crew of the lost ship, the Hector.
Patiently waiting for the visitors, he took time to glanced around the hangar bay, seeing his fellow crew members, mechanics and workers, even seeing a couple of Huragoks, repairing or modifying their fighters, smelling the slight elation of the vapors being jutted from the mechanical tools, the memories of his first ship was something every Lombax could never forget.
'We sure did come a long way.'
His lips curled into a ghost of a smile at that thought. For over the past two thousand years, the lombaxes were able to colonize many worlds, bring wealth and prosperity to many people living under the banner of the coalition. Thanks to the mass influx of many forerunners artifacts, it had ultimately change to many levels of technology to the Lombaxes: weaponry, engineering, conventional transport, ship designs, armor, shielding technology, anti-gravity technology, terraformed equipment;all the wonders that brought great changes to his proud race.
The Lombaxes, despite their long and violent past, were an honorable and selfless race that believe once that all technology were gifts left behind from the goddess herself-Erea Cancio-the goddess had appeared during the dark ages of Fastoon seven thousand years ago. Seeing the destruction of her home, she create, in her own essence, servants from the heavens to save her race. They brought back wealth and prosperity, power of governance and order, the art of learning and the cultural arts, bringing back the hidden glories of who they are in this existence.
Thanks to her efforts, the Lombaxes elected a monument on top of a hillside near a village in honor of her, which soon later become a city due to a mass influx of pilgrims and thus becoming the capital of the Lombax Coalition. Until the discovery of the artifact in the southern polar regions, The Lombaxes had already constructed several space stations and research stations on Fastoon's two moons.
Though historians and theorists had long ago proven that there was no deity that unify the city states, billions across coalition, especially out in the core regions and outer sectors of lombax space that celebrated her legacy.
Plans were already put into place for the first shipyard to be built, but the construction of the station came to halt when the installation was discovered. Ainmire let out a small laugh when his grandfather told him tales of how the people's reaction to the news back then; Most of them were excited about it, but others…well, they wanted it destroy, believing it bring attention to another power. Hell even some call the installation's "Erea Cancio last gift" When she ascend to the heavens when her mission on restoring the Lombax race was comp-.
His train of thought was soon washed interrupted when his com-link, concealed under his sheaf of his uniform on his wrist, beeped.
"Admiral, the Autobot transport has been spotted exiting its warship, should I notify the medical team about some of the Hector crew members being injured?" A feminine voice bare through the speakers, said.
"Yes, notify them immediately. Also, has High Command reported back, yet?"
"No word from them yet, sir, but you has gotten a message from your brother. Should I send that to your quarters?" That there made Ainmire cocked his eyebrows. This mission was supposed to be top secret only known to the highest levels of the Coalition and to the crews and captains of every ship in the fleet, unless he…. join the navy. Again, that only made Ainmire raised his eyebrows inquisitively. The last time he spoke to his brother was at a bar on one of the frontier worlds. He laughed softly as he remembered the conversation between them.
"There no way in hell I'm joining the navy, brother." His brother chided, taking a slip from his drink, drowning most of it in one gulp. Ainmire could only shake his head in irrational at his brother, drumming his fingers on the polish, wooden table.
The restaurant/bar they're currently residing in was very crowded. Haptic screens dotted the walls around them, broadcasting the latest news and coming from the core worlds, but it was effortless drowned by the loud, drunken slurring of the patrons, flaring from their intoxicate selves. Walters, a combination of both sexes, darted around the restaurant to caiter the needs of many; either filling out their orders of food, or simply
"The Last time we had this conversion, you couldn't join because there wouldn't be any chicks." Ainmire chuckled., not noticing the stern expression from his brother's face, sending glares at him.
Before his brother can rebuke his older brother reply, one of the waiter came up to them and handle them their food.
"Thank you ma'am" Ainmire said, giving the waiter the money to pay the food as well a tip. The waiter thanked him and leave to attend to other customers, but not out craning her head over her shoulder and giving him a wink. His brother saw the whole thing
"I don't really get it? Every time I hit on chicks. I either get ignored or kick in the balls." His brother commented.
Ainmire chuckled, drowning another shot of his drink.
"I dunno, maybe because I got the looks of our father." Both of the brothers laughed.
"Or maybe you got that from our mother. She was always using those 'special charms' on the men during her college years."
"Meaning they stared at her ass the entire time." Both of the brothers erupted in laughter again, drawing some looks of the patrons before returning back the their business
"Now than, brother let's eat." They both begin dine down. Ainmire had ordered a onyxmancers salad with a tea of breegus nectar next to it. His brother on the other hand, had order an unhealthy assortment of meats and drinks that could make everyone in the restaurant fainted in disgust.
Ainmire looked at his brother…meals.
"Really brother? One day that stuff is going to kill you someday."
His brother looked at him, utterly confuse, while taking the part of his meal's leg off.
"What? It tastes very good." He said innocently, still taking a bite as his taste buds reacted to the delicious meat.
That was about 120 years ago and still in his brother 60 years, he still refuses to join either the army or the navy; his brother wanted to become a successful business man on the planet, breaking one of his and his brother's family oldest traditions.
Of course, Ainmire instead had follow into father footsteps, entering the navy, quickly acing the entrance exam with flying colors at the naval war academy on Castellum. He quickly got along with the students at the academy (and got hit on more.) His aptitude scores were impressive enough to make himself an admiral in no time; he graduated at the age of 21 and quickly assigned on the CLN destroyer, Cactus, patrolling the outer border worlds, looking out for pirates or raiders that could pillaged any world that they came across.
He rose to the rank of captain after the previous one had died during a pirate raid on the border world, Hellos Five, a world enriched in mineral fields invested in a rare mineral called Raritanium to be melted down and made into armor for soldiers and ships. The pirates were defeated due to the bold tactics of Ainmire by ordering multiple inter-system jumps and firing everything at the attackers; this tactic proved successful and with less casualties.
Ainmire was awarded the Star of Azimuth, quickly gaining fame from the public and drawing the attention of the defense committee stationed at Aduton station in the center of Coalition space. But he and the fleet are undertaking the greatest event since first contact with the Huragok.
"Sent it to my quarters, I will look into this after the negotiations are over, Sara." He ordered.
"Yes sir." And with that, Ainmire shut off his comm. He perked his ears as he listed to the conversions of his crew mates.
"So, Hawk you hear about this new race."
"Hey, can someone get some huragoks down here. One of the elevators is broke again."
"Alright, which one of you assholes put gay porn on my computer again!"
"Five credits that this new race is an all-female race."
"Has anyone seen my wrench?"
After listening in to a couple of conversions, his ears splayed back, hearing the sound of…thrusters approaching.
'They're here.'
He turned to the Praetorian Guard closed to him. "Get your men ready, Sergeant Decimus." His words carried as the familiar sound of weapon safeties clicking off and mutters of confirmation came. A
"I know, sir. I can hear them too." Decimus, in preparation of hostilities, ordered some of his men, carrying rocket launchers, to dispersed around the hangar bay to provide cover fire, of course that would be kindly meanness since these "Autobots" had save their people and are given them back.
The doors to the hangar bay open slowly. Andrew held his breath as the doors slowly revealed the autobot ship.
The hangar doors were finally open, finally seeing the autobot ship. The ship was about larger of a vehicle transport, about filthy feet in height, ten meters in width.
But about the looks of it, it wasn't suited for combat. He turned to Decimus, seeing the man's hands have tightened around his standard Praetorian OmniWrench. He looked around to his other guards doing the same thing as well with their weapons. Ainmire looked around the hangar bay, seeing that crew had stopped working on their ships and equipment to see the new visitors.
The ship slowly enters the hangar bay, passing the shield that keeps the hanger from depressurizing and sucking everybody in the darkness of space.
The autobot ship slowly hovers, revealing two large pylons under it, releasing steam as a ramp extends itself on the floor.
Gears begin to grind and whorls of steam began to die down as the door to the ship slowly pressurized. The tension in the air grew quicker and quicker as the door opened.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
Ainmire did all he could of keeping his claim facial the crewmen around gasped when the 'aliens' had finally show themselves.
(I will be using mix of Transformers Fall of Cybertron and Transformers Prime models in this story so don't kill me for this.)
The first alien to appear was robotic in nature, it color scheme on it torso was mostly red. It body was a bit blocky and bulky. Its eyes were blue, but no pupil whatsoever. The alien didn't appear to have a…mouth (?) to speak from.
The alien trekked down the ramp, creating little 'thumps' along the way.
Ainmire mind on this alien was mixed. This alien could easily kill anyone in this hanger with its size, but it wouldn't get far as the newly installed MECHS were in camouflage mode, already in place around the hangar bay.
Than a second alien appeared at the entrance of ship. But this one was almost the height as the other, about twenty five feet, except this one looks female by her chest size. Her eyes are the same hue as the other one. The female alien body scheme was a mix blue and pink with the bits of white. She make her down the ramp and stood beside the other, though judging by the alien's complex facial expressions, it had anger and sadness in those eyes.
Then two others appear from the entrance: one torso was colored yellow and almost the same height as the other alien beside him. The alien had a weapon that seems to resemble a pistol in its right mechanical hand, and had cylinder disks attached to its arms.
The other alien next to the yellow one was physical build for war itself. Carrying in his two arms was what looks like heavy weapons, it's exoskeleton was painted mix of red and black. On the sides of his arms and legs looked like…wheels.
The two beings spit as their mechanic feet touched the ship plating. The yellow one took his place near the female one, as the other took its place among their 'leader'.
Silence emitted from both of the parties across each other, daring not to move to cause a political shitstorm, and possible a war. After a long period of dreaded silence, Ainmire step forward, walking towards their leader. Through all of his experience as the captain of the Crusader, this first contact will definitely go down in the history books.
Ainmire stared at the blue eyes of the leader, feeling the sweat on the back of his furry head, believing the one who sent the message, Optimus Prime.
'What a strange name for an alien.' He thought. Ainmire clasps his hands behind his back and spoke.
"Greetings…Optimus Prime, I'm Rear Admiral Ainmire Red of the Coalition 49th expeditionary force of the Coalition navy. By the orders of the Supreme Admiral, Valente MacNobaill of the legionary committee, and me of course. I welcome you and your comrades on the CLN (Coalition Legionary Navy) dreadnought, the Crusader." A very pleasing smile appeared on his face as he said those words, awaiting the response from the autobot leader.
The autobot known as Optimus Prime stare at the little organic captain known as his race, the Lombaxes, greeting him and his comrades in peace and cooperation, his auto processors clicking back to the day where the tide of the war was foretold, and
When he and his comrades were defending the autobot city, lacon, the capital city and home to the Autobot High Council, from their enemy that had waged war over their homeworld, Cybertron, the Decepticons, for thousands of years. While the siege of the capital continue, a burst distress signal was detected on edge of their home system.
He could still remember the distress call that Preceptor had quickly translated.
"Mayday, Mayday, this is the CLN Hector is anyone on this damn frequency. We're under attack from an unknown force, requesting inimitable assistance. The CLN Parede de lume has been destroyed by unknown forces. The Hector is heavily damaged and are attempted to land on the nearest-"
The distress call ended with an explosion in the background.
He and the rest of comrades were beyond shock, seeing that their enemy has attacked an unknown race.
During that day, at first, Optimus Prime feared that the war has now expanded out of control that involved another species that was attacked unprovoked.
As the Hector violently descend on the planet, gathering the attention of both Autobot and Decepticon soldiers as they both froze in shock and awe at the mysterious burning craft descending through the atmosphere.
The craft finally crash, immediately alarming the Autobots sent in rescue teams while the Decepticons sent their soldiers tried to capture the ship, but were met with heavy resistance from the surviving crew and the few of the newest MECH mark IIs that they had in storage, stalling the Decepticon horde.
While the Decepticons were fighting the remaining surviving crew, Prime and his team were able to arrive at the ship almost upscale.
They were able to contact the crew when the ship's AI was alerted to their presence, after a brief standoff from one of the nearly security teams the AI had alerted to their presence, and able to contact the ship captain, who luckily survived the clash.
Yet, what was shocking to the Cybertronians were the MECHs suits that the lombaxes use for themselves. They moved so fluidly in battle as Cybertronians themselves, hell, they might be mistaken as one of them f not for the lack of Energon.
By the end of the day, they were able to drive off the Decepticon attack on their ship, preventing them from gaining any information on the species, or their tech.
Now he stands here, on this massive dreadnought of theirs, already he saw their fleet, ships that have enough firepower to make even megaton himself pause.
"Thank you for the greeting, rear admiral, I wish this meeting was under…better circumstances." He spoke. His years of experience during the war had made him an excellent at diplomatic with rouge Decepticons that have seen the true colors of their cause and left in disgust to join the Autobots.
But despite the deficit of many former Decepticons, he knew it wouldn't change the course of the war since many still believed that the high council is still corrupted and everything would still be the same, even if they lost.
Optimus Prime mentally sighed as he remember his friend, Megatronus, once a gladiator from Kaon that wanted change for the people of Cybertron, bring back the equally among the social classes. He even spoke to the high council for his proposal of a just society for all, but as his powers grow, so does his greed.
He demanded the matrix of leadership from them and to be named the next prime of Cybertron, but the council refused, fully revealing his true colors. Optimus did not believe that violence and force would bring in an equal society on Cybertron. The sparks and the minds of the council were moved by his words, making worthy of being a prime since his kind golden age.
Megatronus, now known as Megatron, cut all ties to Optimus and the council, seeing that war is the only answers to achieve his goals. Soon, Cybertron was ravaged by his army, now named by himself as Decepticons.
For thousands of years that war plagued their world. Millions dead from both sides, lines on multiple fronts that barely changed; even the civilians on both sides didn't escape the atrocities of the war as they were subject to executions, cleansing, and rape.
But a few days before, the war had shifty changed. Megatron had taken control of the station that makes Dark Energon. A substance that was once invented by his kind long ago in an attempt to increase its yield and power, but however was quickly found to be a mistake, the Dark Energon was quickly shown to corrupt anything it touched, including Transformers, spreading like an infection that overwhelmed and altered the victim.
The creation of Dark Energon was banned, long forgotten by the people as centuries passed. Only the blueprints of making it have longed kept a secret, only the highest forms of the government only know. The only way to created Dark Energon was an ancient space station, guarded by a sky commander named, Starscream, and his two seekers, Thundercracker and Skywarp, guarding the station from anyone that uses it for their own ulterior ways. But one day, Megatron had attacked the station that was carrying the last source of Dark Energon, quickly taking it over thanks to the betrayed of Starscream.
Then Megatron decided to attacked lacon as a distraction for him to poison the heart of Cybertron, the core. It seem shock to many, including himself, that Megatron would try to infect the core, no, lifeblood of Cybertron, clearing proving that the man didn't not care for the people, only his thirst for power.
But maybe today everything would change. The war may finally end with the help of their allies, the Lombaxes. He has seen the ferocity of their fighting against their enemies. Despite his views of not allowing other species they've not made first contact with, to not intervene in their war, but these are desperate times now; they barely stop Megatron from poisoning the core of Cybertron, almost dooming the planet itself. If he could convince the Lombaxes to join, then the war would be over soon.
"Agree, but by the actions of these 'Decepticons' against my kind, I highly doubt my government-" The comm on his wrist chime, interrupting him from what he was saying.
He answered it, "Yes, Sara, any updates on the Coalition response?" His face suddenly turned into a grin as he listens over the report from Sara.
"I see, thank you for the information," He shuts off his wrist-comm. The grin still plastered on his face.
"Apologies for the interruption there, Optimus, the ship's AI, Sara, has just informed me about the current situation with the Coalition. They've declared war and had ordered the second and third fleets to meet with my fleet to help you with your civil war." Even to himself, the response from the Coalition to send two fleets, about three hundred each, to help the Autobots was consider very odd, at least.
'I guess this whole 'first contact' is bigger than I thought it would,"
Regardless of the many years the Lombaxes had been in space, politics has always stayed the same since his kind first gasp at the concept. Politicians will always get what they wanted, despite what their allegiance is, and to who, always working to maintain their own power base. Even during the unification wars, Politicians will always tried to get the upper hand in the political circle, whether by assassination or bribery, to gain an edge against their enemies.
But since the dawn of the space age, politicians have been very restricted over the usual political nonsense like domestic policy, economic downturns, and what not instead of stabbing each other in back.
He can't tell the expressions on the Autobot's face, but he can guess the alien is either surprise or very…claim by his answer.
"Now then, Optimus, in order to finalize this alliance, we need to shake our hands and sign a document with my government." To emphasize this, he held up his hands upwards towards the autobot. Several of them tense at this action, but we're claim by the medic.
Optimus consider this action very reasonable, He has read their history, their wars. This is a race that fought against itself, but when they had realized their mistakes, they unified under a sense of brotherhood that he, too, saw in only in his kind.
When he read about them creating Artificial Intelligence, and when she came online, most of them treat her like an organic being. Even after the war, would they treat the same to his race? A war they were forced to join because of the actions of his enemies.
He already made his decision.
"I, Optimus Prime, representative of the Autobot council and my race, gladly accepted your offer of alliance between our races for continue peace and prosperity." He keened down to move his metallic hand to shake his organic counterpart. They finally made contact as the feeling of metal meet organic fur. The somewhat cold feeling of medal sent down shivers down the rear admiral's spine, as well. Optimus felt the warm fur of the Lombax as his metal hand shake, keeping his hand from crushing any bones.
He can't predict what would happen after this, but the answers wouldn't matter as the gasping of both hands of two equal beings, signaling the change in the horizon of this war.
Maybe now he could finally get that desperate peace for his sparkmate.
Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one.
-John Lennon
Codex page
-The Coalition: the Coalition is the government that governs the Lombaxes and it interstellar territory. Create by the end of the Unification wars on their homeworld, Fastoon. The Coalition is the only government that is run by the three Legislative branches. The Magistrate is the Representative Head of the government to sigh laws passed by the senate or the House of Representatives. The Coalition is currently have over nine hundred worlds in it's despoil to use, and by current projections, the settlement of new worlds won't stop growing.
Forerunners: The Forerunners were one of the many races that were created and spouted by the Precursors across the galaxy, and one of the few that were chosen to wield the Mantle of Guarding all life in the Galaxy when the Precursors finally departed.
When the flood came, they were at a disadvantage at many fronts, with their military dismantled due to the fact that peace was finally settle in galaxy, but it only left them undefended. The forerunners knew they were going to lose, so they began building super weapons that could destroy the flood's only food source: Sapient life.
Even today, The Coalition kept the demise of the Forerunners a secret, in fear of a panic. They declare that any Halos to be found are to be contain and be study under watch. If any flood specimens were found, they'll be either be destroyed or taken to be study to one of the heavily-guarded Warden Systems.
AU: Finally got the first chapter done for this. Anyways, I like to point out that this is a Halo x Mass Effect fic. Yes, the first chapter is mainly about the Transformers and Lombaxes first contact between each other.
The two chapters will be timelines until the fourth one where the 'real' setting starts.
Please review about any mistakes I've made and I'll fix them as best I can.
