Through the Ages
Pre-movie
What if...there was an ancient breed of creatures, so mysterious and dangerous, that none have survived encounters - not even Predacons? Thankfully, they have long since gone extinct...or have they? A single femme - the last of her kind - somehow is sent off Cybertron, to a small organic planet called Earth. What side does she choose - if any? Let us find out...
A loud crash woke her from her slumber. Heavy lids swept back to reveal a world much different from the one she had fallen asleep in. A musty and damp - but warm - breeze swept over her large frame. She raised her heavy head and looked around, noting the changes that had occurred in her hibernation.
She had fallen asleep in a time where she was free to kidnap measly 'royal princesses,' and would set them free in exchange for gold and jewels. In the event she refused to release her captive, another measly human would come to 'fight' her, as if they even had a chance to defeat her.
As she grew from a youngling size of fifty feet to an adolescent of nearly seventy, she began to enjoy the fights. She began to capture multiple 'nobles' so multiple groups of knights would come, but all met their ends at her claws.
Though, there was one male by the name of Beowulf that gave her a nice scar on her chest. Her captures stopped soon after, as she did not want him to come again. Her hopes of meeting a nice, clean death were quickly destroyed as nothing had a chance of taking her down.
She had eventually turned to other, more...drastic measures to end herself. She had tried cliff-diving, diving at break-neck speeds, even taking on whole armies by herself, but all proved futile. Nothing on this planet could end her.
She had eventually given up on living, and resolved to end this once and for all by starving herself. Everything needs food to live, right? By not eating, she should wither away and die...or so she hoped. She hadn't died, but rather, slept in hibernation for millennia, waiting to be awoken...