Author's Notes:

Ladies and Gentlemen, I apologize for a long delays from working on Transformers Third Prequel. I have my own reasons from delays.

One - I'm having troubles of writing the story especially the Cybertronian and Human Characters to fit in and what roles do they play for. Two - I'm trying to piece and connect the stories to both Transformers Prime & its sequels, making sure it doesn't get confuse and messy. And three - Quintessons aren't quite interesting characters and also they don't have names because Quintessons are just group's name. But thanks to Quintessa from The Last Knight Film, she has some intriguing designs and powers that inspire me to rewrite the story and make her as mysterious yet dangerous Main Antagonist.

It will take some time to get the story interesting. I hope you enjoy it.

Prologue: New Worlds

On the Planet Cybertron, its inhabitants - Cybertronians have lived peacefully on their home while working and performing on their careers and business. Years later, Megatron has gathered and risen the army of Decepticons. Autobots armed and readied themselves for both defense and battle against the enemies. Thus, both Autobots and Decepticons have began their war on their home planet.

Over ten thousand years have passed, the war between two factions have caused so much destruction and deaths of their own kinds including their home planet's core been infected by powerful and deadly Dark Energon and ejecting Allspark into a deep space.

"We were once a peaceful race of intelligent mechanical beings from our home planet called Cybertron. But then came the war, between the Autobots who fought for freedom, and the Decepticons who dreamt of tyranny. It has brought destruction and even forced the planet's core to shut down for a long time recovery from the infection. We even forced to eject the Allspark Cube to a hidden location, where Megatron could never reach it again."

After their home planet's core has been shut down, the Cybertronians were forced to evacuate and abandon their own home. The Autobots Command Ship - Ark was flying straight to the Space Bridge Portal. And at the same time, the ship was followed and intercepted by Decepticons Warship - Nemesis. They both got collided while entering into the portal before it vanished.

"Over matched and outnumbered, our defeat was all but certain. It has made exile on us all. In the wars final days, an Autobot ship - the Ark has make an escape the battle, blasting off straight to the portal. Our mission is to find a suitable planet for our race to inhabit and settle down. However, it has been followed and hunted down by the Decepticon's warship. A desperate mission. Our final hope. A hope, that vanished in the darkness of space."

During voyage through the Space Bridge Portal, Ark and Nemesis continued struggling and battling with each other. Reaching to the end of portal, both ships came across couple of meteorites. They caused a powerful impact on them to split up. But the crew members got overboard and went to different portals, which led them to unknown planets.

"We do not what will happen to us, next. But we do know one thing - we must regroup as soon as possible and continue our mission. But there will be obstacles standing in our mission - both our current enemy and the ancient yet forgotten ones from our long history."

(Desert Planet)

Bumblebee groaned in pain while he slowly opened his eyes and shaking his head as he's getting recovery from the headaches. He beeped in surprise as he gotten up from the ground. He looked around of his surroundings - nothing but desert landscape, filled with many canyons and rocks.

Bumblebee looked worry and uneasy about it. He then looked back and found three Autobots and some soldiers lying down. He approached and helped waking them up. Sideswipe, Jazz and Crosshairs groaned as they slowly waking up and getting up from the ground.

"What the hell happen?" Crosshairs asked in pain.

Jazz groaned, "No idea. One thing for sure. We got split from the main group."

"Yeah. Thanks for the obvious, genius," Sideswipe commented dryly. He looked around of his surroundings. He hissed, "Where the heck are we?"

Bumblebee beeped, "I have no idea. But sitting and waiting here isn't gonna get us some help." He turned and spotted a highway route. He pointed at it, "Maybe we should check it out."

Jazz hummed thoughtfully, "Good call, Bee. We can get some help from the locals."

"Wow! Wow! Wow! Are you kidding me?" Crosshairs asked skeptically, making his allies to turn and looked at him. He continued, "So, you think we just go up to that highway and travel to nowhere, where we come across to some locals, hoping that they don't try to shoot our heads?! That's the plan to get help?"

"Well, duh..." Bumblebee beeped annoyingly.

Sideswipe nodded, "Yeah. It wouldn't hurt to check out about this planet."

"Plus, it's better we make some friends than making enemies," Jazz commented.

Crosshairs scoffed, "Yeah. That would be a terrible idea."

"It would be terrible idea if we sit here and get killed," Bumblebee beeped angrily, "And who knows? Decepticons could come out of nowhere and shoot us down at once."

Sideswipe hissed, "Yeesh! I hate to imagine that." He sighed, "Since you insisted to sit and wait for reinforcement, we'd be going ahead to check out."

Jazz laughed happily, "Yeah. Good luck, Crosshairs. And hopefully, you're alive, pal."

Bumblebee and his team transformed into their vehicle modes. They all drove and headed straight to the highway now. Crosshairs was alone at the crash site. He then gave some thoughts of what his allies have said to him about sitting and waiting at the area. This make him looked shock and scared.

"Scrap!" Crosshairs exclaimed in fear as he transformed into his Cybertronian Greenish Car, "Yo! Wait for me! Don't leave me behind!"

Crosshairs managed to regroup with his team, Bumblebee beeped, "Well, look who join the party?"

Jazz laughed, "Having a change of heart, dude?"

"Yeah. I bet he hates being attacked by Decepticons," Sideswipe joked playfully.

Crosshairs groaned, "Shut up..."

(Desert Planet)

At the abandoned large warehouse, Barricade was standing on top of its rooftop as he was using his mechanical binoculars for scanning and checking the area. And at the same time, he instructed his soldiers to guard the area. A brown colored armored hunchback warrior with strong arms and two legged-wheels and a giant claw on his back - Bonecrusher groaned and complained angrily as he continued slamming his punches against the walls wildly. Breakdown was trying to make a contact his Decepticon allies. A silver small petite Cybertronian with strange and scary face, dark greenish mohawk and has wheels as shoulder has returned, along with his scouts.

"What do you have to report, Mohawk?" Barricade commanded.

Mohawk scoffed, "No sign of the Autobots! That's good news! We've got no worries about being attacked by them."

Breakdown grunted in anger as he shut down his laptop, "Bad news - no contact from Knockout or Lord Megatron."

"So, we're stranded in this goddamn wasteland?!" Bonecrusher demanded angrily as he slammed a very hard punch against the walls, causing its brick to break and fell apart. He screamed in anger, "Well, isn't it terrific?! What's next now?!"

"We drive and search for this planet's locals," Barricade commanded firmly. He jumped and landed on the ground hard, "We're moving out!"

"Excuse me?!" Bonecrusher demanded angrily, "Who put you in-charge?!"

"Lord Megatron has entrusted me to lead the team!" Barricade said firmly, "Is there a problem, Bonecrusher?"

Bonecrusher snapped in anger, "Lots of problem! One - I don't take orders from short loser like you! Two - I blamed Megatron! I blamed Prime! I blamed this war! I blamed all of you for this screw-up mess! Three - I am gonna go my way and kick the Autobots and Prime! I'm gonna show the world that I'm the toughest guy in the world! You hear me?!"

Barricade was annoyed and irritated by Bonecrusher's complains and insults. He grabbed and thrown him to the ground hard.

The hunchback warrior roared in anger as he got up and struck his claw at Barricade, who dodged and evaded the attacks thrice before grabbed it tight. The hunchback warrior screamed in anger as he tried to make his claw break free while launching his punches at the Decepticon Scout, who blocked and deflected the attacks for the moments. He then grabbed and dragged the claw before landing a powerful punch at the warrior hard. Bonecrusher grunted in pain as he was about to fight but he got slammed and held down by Barricade.

Bonecrusher snarled angrily at Barricade, who slammed a powerful punch at the hunchback warrior's face. The warrior groaned and grunted in pain by the attack. Decepticon Scout got up from the ground as he glared at his comrade.

"Had enough?" Barricade demanded. Bonecrusher hissed in anger as he nodded in defeat. He turned and glared at his Decepticon Soldiers, "Anyone else wanna mess with me?!"

"No, sir!" Breakdown exclaimed in fear, "I'm not challenging anyone! Just ready to kick the Autobots!"

Mohawk nodded fearfully, "Yeah! Whatever you need, we're on your side!"

Barricade narrowed his eyes firmly, "Good! We drive and find this planet's inhabitants. Either they cooperate with us or be destroyed, we will regroup with our forces and continue our mission! Follow my lead and we will escape this planet. Is that understood?!"

"Sir, yes, sir!" Decepticons exclaimed firmly.

Barricade turned and glared at Bonecrusher, who growled in anger, "Yes, sir. I will follow your lead, Barricade. Don't screw it up."

Barricade narrowed his angry eyes, "You better don't mess it up, Bonecrusher. I won't go easy again..." He turned and faced at the sun's rising from the east, "Decepticons, let's move out!"

The Decepticons transformed into their ground vehicles. They then drove off and headed straight to another location for getting help from locals.

(Jungle Planet)

"Optimus! Optimus! Wake up!"

Optimus Prime groaned in pain as he slowly opened his eyes and found Elita-One was looking at him. He grunted as he slowly recovered and getting up from the ground, with the help of his sparkmate. He then looked around of his strange surroundings, which is filled of jungle-like trees with vines and mosses, bubbling swamp, bushes and more. Ironhide has his soldiers to form perimeter while keeping their eyes out for anything unusual or enemies. Perceptor was using his scanner in checking while studying his surroundings.

"Where are we, Elita-One?" Optimus Prime asked in concern.

Elita-One shrugged, "I wish I knew, Optimus. But I do know one thing. We got separated from the rest of our units and Ark. And also, we landed on this strange planet."

"One thing for certain, Elita-One. This is not Cybertron or any planet I recognized," Perceptor said in concern, "This planet does match with Decepticons' destination - the Backwater Planet's atmosphere and nature, and possibly raw Energon."

Ironhide hummed in concern, "Think we should check it out, Optimus?"

"My thought's exactly, Ironhide," Optimus Prime said in agreement, "We need to know about this place, and hopefully, we can find and request the local's help."

"That's an excellent idea, Optimus Prime." Perceptor exclaimed happily as he unpacked his scientific tools from his bag. He shown his test tube and laptop, "I could study more about this place. And who knows? This could be a perfect planet for our race to settle down rather than following the Decepticons to their destination."

"As much as I wanted to stay here, Perceptor, we have much more things to do," Optimus Prime said firmly yet concernedly, "We must leave the planet to find and regroup with the rest of our forces. So, we can continue to pursue Megatron and his Decepticons, and also stop them before they could reach their destination."

Ironhide nodded, "Yeah. There's no telling what kind of destruction they could unleash on another planet. Like Cybertron."

Elita-One sighed, "Agreed, Ironhide. I just hope they're right. Decepticons could strike them at anytime and anywhere."

"Don't worry about them, Elita," Ironhide said calmly and firmly, "They'll be fine. They've been on toughest situation than this. They can handle it."

Elita-One smiled in relief to hear it.

Perceptor sighed as he packed up his stuffs, "I suppose you're right, Prime. But I really want to study this place so much."

"Perhaps, another time," Optimus Prime said calmly, "Autobots, prepare to roll out!"

The rest of Autobots nodded firmly. Optimus Prime and his Autobots transformed into their vehicular modes as they drove off to find any sign of life or locals for help. Unknown to the group, they have been watched by a group of strange creatures from tree's top branches. They all snarled and growled in strange animalistic voices.

(Jungle Planet)

Deep within the large swamp, it was bubbling wildly and crazily as if something is about to come out. Megatron, Blackout, dark purplish armored spiky Cybertronian Makeshift, five deadly demonic silver colored Cybertronian Warriors Dreads and some Vehicons emerged out from the swamp. They all gasped and coughed heavily while swimming towards the land to get out from it.

The Decepticons were taking a breathe and recovering from their previous battle on space. Megatron was sitting down on the large rock, along with Blackout looking after his master while Dreads were leading their Vehicons to patrol and guard the area. Makeshift headed off to patrol and recon on the area.

For few minutes have passed, a strange Vehibot Trooper has arrived at the Decepticons' campsite. They did nothing but looked at him as he approached and stood before him. What he did is surprising - bowing down before Megatron on his large rock-like chair.

"What do you have to report, Makeshift," Megatron demanded.

The Autobot Trooper transformed back into Makeshift. He smirked, "Lord Megatron, I have scoured the area. There is no sign of Autobots."

"And this planet?" Megatron asked curiously while looking around of his surroundings, "This looked like the Backwater Planet that Shockwave has located?"

Blackout hummed in concern as he looked at the gauntlet's scanner, "Unknown, my lord. But this planet is truly odd."

"How odd, Blackout?"

"The planet share similarity with the Backwater Planet's nature and atmosphere especially having raw Energon. And above all else, I've detected life-signals of Cybertronian on this planet."

"Cybertronians? On this planet?" Megatron asked suspiciously yet curiously. Blackout nodded firmly. He hummed thoughtfully, "This is not the planet we're looking for. Shockwave informed me that the Backwater Planet is filled with nothing but organic creatures. And there are no Cybertronians in the area as far as I can tell..."

Dreadbot, a petite dirty demonic Cybertronian Warrior laughed as he playfully splashed the mud on him, "Who cares?! I love this place! This is awesome!" He turned and looked at demonic giant Cyebrtronian Hound-like with metallic braids-like and giant claws, which also played the mud as well. He laughed crazily, "Even Hatchet likes it!"

Crankcase the braided dreadlocks Cybertronian Warrior with spiky armor, twin claws and has the demonically mask with mandibles, "I'd never understood about that guy. He's crazy with strange stuffs especially mud and moss..."

"So, what is next, master?" Makeshift asked curiously.

A demonic armored Cybertronian Warrior with five tentacles-like scorpion sting - Crowbar snarled, "Should we split up and round up the locals?"

Scary demonically giant and muscular Cybertronian Warrior with giant spikes, cannons and large claws - Berserker roared, "Sent us please! I want more blood! I'll suck them up for my amusement!"

"You will," Megatron said calmly and firmly, "But first thing first, Decepticons. We must find a ship to get us out. The last thing I want is to entrust Starscream with my command and made some terrible mistakes..."

"But didn't you trust him, master?" Crowbar asked curiously.

"Yeah... He wasn't trying to overthrow you like that stupid spider lady," Crankcase agreed.

Makeshift hissed, "Why are you so distrusting him, master?"

"Starscream may have possessed an intelligent and cunning mind," Megatron said calmly before snarled, "Yet, he is a treacherous as Airachnid. He did betray the Autobots and sided our force for power. Without me in the presence of my army, he will take over and lead them to doom. As long as I hold breathe, I will not let my foundation and empire to ruins again after many millennia years of enduring the struggles, the sufferings and the humiliation by the corrupted Autobots!"

Blackout hummed while nodded in understanding, "Do not worry, my lord. You will return to your army. I will make sure Starscream knows his place, even if I must pound on him!"

Makeshift scoffed amusingly, "Master, even if what you said is true, I believed that Starscream can lead us to victory! He is your only true successor and heir of Decepticons, master! I believed in him!" Megatron hummed suspiciously as he glared at the shapeshifting Decepticon. He bowed humbly, "I will prove it, even if it means blowing myself for him and our cause!"

"We shall see since you and him are quite close friends," Megatron said calmly, "We shall see how loyal Starscream is to the cause and to me..."

"My lord, should we go now?" Crankcase asked curiously.

Dreadbot loaded up his shotgun, "Yeah. I'm ready to blow things up and get some fun to my collection!" Hatchet barked happily and wildly. He smirked, "Hatchet wanna find and hunt some Autobots to his collection too!"

Megatron smirked calmly, "Yes... We should. Follow me, my Decepticons..."

Megatron then led his Decepticons Army into the jungle as they began to scour and search for locals and transports form them to leave the planet and regroup with their army.

(Space)

After surviving and escaping the battle with Nemesis from the voyage of Space Bridge Portal, the Ark was alone and stranded in deep space. The Autobots' Commanding Ship was badly damage after their last battle. Aerialbots and sky Vehibots were repairing the ship's damages.

Skydive groaned in annoyance, "I hate this job!"

"Quit complaining, Skydive and get back to work!" Slingshot said firmly, "We've got a long way to go!"

Air Raid groaned in annoyance, "No kidding! Man... Sometimes, I hate space."

"I thought you like space?" Silverbolt asked amusingly, "After all, you like flying."

"Very funny, Silverbolt! Well, I still like it if we weren't trapped and got lost in nowhere!" Air Raid exclaimed angrily, "And trust me, I really hate getting lost now!"

Slingshot scoffed, "And this is why we need to work fast at once, so we can find and rescue our allies ASAP."

Skydive groaned, "Boy... I hate this job. Why can't we all get lost in one planet than in space?!"

"Come on, guys! Let's focus on the job now," Jetfire said firmly and calmly, "And trust me, you're not the only one, who hate stranded in the space. At least, be lucky that we don't have to fight off the Titan like Tyrpticon!"

Skydive groaned in annoyance, "Don't remind me. I hate that one a lot!"

"You and me both, kid..." Slingshot agreed in frustration.

"As Jetfire said, let's focus on the repairs," Silverbolt said firmly.

"Hopefully, very soon to get out of here!" Air Raid snapped in concern.

Inside the ship, Ratchet was working and checking on his computer as he was trying to contact and locate his allies and friends, hoping they're alive. Jolt was checking and treating the troopers' injuries. The Twins were fooling and arguing as usual.

"Optimus! Bumblebee! Perceptor! Bulkhead! Arcee! Anyone! Do you read me?!" Ratchet called out through computer's screen and microphone. He hissed, "Please respond! Anyone?!"

Jolt finished treated the soldier's arm. He turned and approached Ratchet, "Anything?"

Ratchet sighed, "No. I'm afraid not. The Decepticons have damaged the ship badly including the communication relay and thrust boosters. We won't able to find and rescue our friends. They could be anywhere, or worst hunted down."

"Damn it..."

"I agreed, Jolt. I'm really worry that we won't able to do anything."

"Don't, sir! We can't give up!" Jolt protested, "I'm sure we can find them. We just need to do our best to fix the ship first, and then find and rescue our friends. I'm sure we can do this."

Ratchet gave some thoughts of what his apprentice has said. He smiled a bit, "You're right. We can't give up! Thank you, Jolt." He turned to his back and found Mudflap and Skids continued fighting with each other, causing some damages everywhere. He groaned in anger, "Mudflap! Skids! I needed that! Honestly!"

"It was his fault!" Mudflap and Skids exclaimed while pointed each other in fingers.

Jolt gulped, "Well, it could be worse than fighting Decepticons."

Ratchet gave a facepalm, "We're doomed..."

(Space)

Like the Ark, Nemesis also has suffered damages from their last battle with the Autobots. Combaticons and their Vehicons were working on the warship's repairs, though the Decepticon Sub-Group were annoyed and frustrated with their latest mission as they preferred fighting and combats than maintenance works.

"I really hate this work!" Brawl grumbled angrily, "We're Combaticons! Meaning that we fight and destroy anything and anyone that's getting in our way! This stinks!"

"Oh yeah, bonehead?! I also hate it too?!" Blast-Off exclaimed angrily, "No thanks to those stinking Autobot and Swindle!"

Swindle groaned, "Hey! Get your stinking pointy finger off me!"

"Then, why don't you give us some useful tools and weapons now than doing some small talking?!" Brawl demanded angrily, "Coz I hate working on this lousy work!"

Blast-Off nodded angrily, "Yeah! All you ever did is talk and talk garbage like a broken Scraplets!"

Swindle hissed in fury, "Damn you two! Why I oughtta-!"

"Shut up, you idiots! You wanna get out of the space or not?!" Onslaught exclaimed in fury, scaring his teammates. They nodded fearfully. He snorted, "Then, start working before I throw anther tantrum at you again! And trust me, you do not wanna see my ugly side again!"

Vortex hissed, "Yeah! I wouldn't be on that guy's side!"

"Sorry, boss!" Blast-Off, Brawl and Swindle apologized.

"Come on, let's finish this up now," Vortex said firmly, "I hate sticking out in space for too long."

Onslaught sighed, "Definitely! I hate space! Almost died because of those Autobots!"

Inside the ship's command center, Knockout was working and repairing its computer's system while trying to locate and contact his allies. A grayish armored Shockwave's Doppelganger with jetpack boosters and golden gangster necklace-like Nitro Zeus was dancing wildly and happily as he was inspiring his soldiers. Slipstream was checking on navigation system to find and locate the suitable planet.

BOOM! Knockout coughed heavily for inhaling some smokes from the computer system. Slipstream and Nitro Zeus approached and checked on him.

"Yo! You okay, doc?" Nitro Zeus asked playfully.

Upon looking at his armor, Knockout gasped before groaned in frustration, "Do I look alright?! My finishing touch is in ruin!"

Slipstream groaned, "Quit your whining! Did you locate them?!"

"No, I have not," Knockout said in annoyance, "Let's face it. At this rate, we will never find Lord Megatron or the planet we're going to. We might as well give up now."

Slipstream grabbed and aimed her blasters at Knockout, "Do me a favor, doctor. Shut the hell up, and do your work! Coz if you don't, the finishing touch is the least of your concern." Nitro Zeus laughed amusingly and happily. She turned and aimed at him as well, "You too, Nitro Zeus! Get the troops up and ready! Start finding the planet and our units as well! Once you do, alert me! We'll be there to get our units out."

Knockout and Nitro Zeus gulped in fear, "Yes, sir! Ma'am! Uh, officer?"

Slipstream scoffed as she turned and approached to the computer, "Pathetic..."

Nitro Zeus hissed, "Wow! And I thought dealing with witch is hard enough..."

"Tell me about it," Knockout agreed.

(Junk Planet)

Bulkhead, Hound, Warpath and Protectorbots were travelling through a large hallway of junks and trashes. And at the same time, they were keeping an eye out of anything unusual.

"Man, what's the junk, ya'all?" Groove asked in confusion, "Is this some kind of Planet Junk?"

Streetwise scoffed, "Ya kidding me?! Planet Junk?! That's gotta be a joke."

"No, it isn't, fellas," Hound disagreed. Everyone looked at him. He continued, "This is Junkion, a.k.a. Planet Junk as you like to call it."

"Junkion? Isn't the planet, where we thrown most of useless machines and parts here?" Red Alert asked in concern and discourage. He hissed, "It is also where our long and unspoken enemies executed and toss our fallen Cybertronians here?"

Hound nodded in agreement. Warpath yelped in fear, "Hate to be that guy!"

"Me too," Hot Shot agreed before gulped in fear, "Man. Sure wish our guys are here to help us out. Coz I'm gonna get scared if we got Zombiecons!"

"Zombiecons?" Bulkhead asked curiously, "Everyone knows that there's no such thing called 'Zombiecons'! What are you? Some sort of babies?"

"Hey! This kid hate horror movies!" Hot Shot protested, "If I'm some kind of Reaper Hero guy, I'm so totally kick their tin cans!"

"Yup! He's scared," Groove joked.

Streetwise laughed amusingly, "Yeah! Hot Shot is Hot Off!"

Hot Shot groaned as he was about to attack if not for Red Alert spoke, "That's enough, everyone. Enough with this ridiculous story. We should focus on getting out of here."

Prowl nodded, "Red Alert's right. We need to find the shuttle now, and get off this planet."

"Like that's gonna be easy," Bulkhead said in frustration as he looked around of his surroundings, "It's junk! We'd never gonna find the ship! Even if we did, that transport could be dead or damaged for us to use."

Prowl sighed, "True. But we can fix it temporary until we find and contact the Ark to locate and rescue us. That's all we need."

Bulkhead groaned, "I guess we don't have much a choice. Start working?"

Prowl nodded, "Start working."

Bulkhead and his team began digging out the trash while searching for the transport as well. They hoped that they could escaped the junk planet while searching for their allies.

(Junk Planet)

Like the Autobots, Soundwave and the remains of his forces were trapped on the planet as well. As soon as the communication machine is completely built by his Minicons, Soundwave approached to it as he has his tentacles to connect with it for sending out the communication across the galaxy, hoping to locate either Megatron or Nemesis.

Unfortunately, Soundwave has taken minutes of searching and locating either objectives proven failures. There was no signs of them. Both Ravage and Lazerbeak approached to their masters as they nuzzled them gently and calmly.

Rumble groaned, "Unbelievable... Nothing?"

"Well, we're on the junk planet, doofus!" Frenzy said in annoyance, "We've got no reception! But that's not gonna stop the boss."

Rumble scoffed, "No surprise..."

The Constructicons and some of Vehicons were building and constructing a space shuttle. They're having hard time of fixing them, with some parts and damaged shuttle.

Overload spitted out the mucus, "The shuttle is useless!"

"Damn it! With so little parts and useless components, we'll never gonna build the shuttle!" Hightower exclaimed in frustration.

Rampage snarled, "Gee, you think, Mr. Obvious?! This junk's parts are nothing but junks!"

"Hey! Watch that language!" Scavenger shouted angrily as he shown some components, "Some of them are effective!"

Mixmaster nodded, "Yeah! We just need the right parts and put them together!"

"Yeah! Like that's gonna be that easy!" Rampage snapped in annoyance.

Hightower scoffed, "Got that right. Right component to my foot!"

Scavenger roared in anger, "Say that to me, rustbucket!"

Constructicons were about to start the fight, if not for Long Haul unleashed his blazing flamethrower on his teammates, making them to stop. Long Haul snarled, "Shut the rust up and get the work done! If you don't, I roast all of you alive!"

Scrapper hissed in anger, "Long Haul is right. Soundwave will not be pleased of our work if we don't complete it. The last Decepticon challenged him has got himself decapitated. So, let us resume our project before it creates more problem."

Constructicons groaned and muttered angrily as they nodded and agreed firmly. The Constructicons resumed of building and constructing their space shuttle.

(Ruined Planet)

Arcee, Chromia, Cliffjumper, Drift and some soldiers were driving across through the ruins of city while searching and locating either allies or locals. But they found nothing but the ruined cities, reminding too much of their home. They can't shake it off or even ignored them, no matter how many times they remind themselves that this is not their homes.

After hours of travelling across the ruined city, Arcee and her team stopped at once to the abandoned shelter. They decided to take a break from their journey. They transformed into their robotic forms and taken their rest.

Drift led some soldiers to be on patrol. Chromia and Cliffjumper were checking and treating some injured soldiers. Arcee was alone, thinking and wondering about new planet, ruined city, enemies, allies and even her past.

Chromia noticed Arcee was alone to think and possibly mourning of her failures. She nudged Cliffjumper and gestured to check on Drift. The crimson horned robot was confuse and uncertain until she noticed Arcee, making him realize of what Chromia wanted. He approached to check on Drift.

Chromia approached to Arcee as she sat down close to her sister, "You doing okay, Arcee?"

"I'm fine, Chromia. Don't worry about me." Arcee said firmly.

"As much as I wanna believed that, but I don't, Arcee." Chromia said firmly, "Still worried about others and what you could have done?"

Arcee sighed, "Yeah..."

"There's nothing you could have done, Arcee. All we can do is move on, do our best to regroup with our forces and then fight off the enemies. That's all we can do."

"Sounds easy than doing it..."

"I'd never say it's gonna be easy, Arcee." Chromia said calmly, surprising Arcee, "But I will say that we have to try, and not mess things up. But as long we have each other, we can make it out alive. That's all."

Arcee gave some thoughts of what Chromia has said. She sighed, "I guess so. Thanks for pep talk. You might be good as Elita-One. Well, almost."

Chromia laughed as she gave a nudge to Arcee, "Yeah. I'm not sort of Wise Old Bot, but I loved helping sister!"

Cliffjumper approached Drift from behind. They both remained silent for the moment while looking at the ruined city. Both of them haven't spoken a word, which annoyed and infuriated the red horned Cybertronian to scream.

"Are you done with screaming?" Drift asked calmly.

Cliffjumper groaned, "Oh you talk now?"

"You'd never ask." Drift commented.

"Gee..." Cliffjumper said in annoyance as he turned and looked at the ruined city, "What do you think about this place, Drift? What the heck happen to this place? Decepticons?"

Drift hummed in concern, "Possibly war. But not the Decepticons. Could be someone else..."

"Think there'll be locals for us to find?"

"Hard to tell, Cliffjumper-San. But I have some strange belief that our enemies are here as well. There could be possible that the survivors might not take us lightly."

"Wouldn't hurt to talk with them

(Ruined Planet)

Starcream, Thundercracker, Skywarp, Lugnut and Blitzwing dark brown-purple colored armored Cybertronian Warrior with wings, twin armored caterpillar wheels and a large cannon on his back have transformed into their flying jet modes. They were flying and leading their Vehicon Seekers across the city of ruins. They found no signs of their allies and enemies, so far. They then transformed and landed on the tallest building's rooftop.

"Where the heck are we?" Skywarp asked in confusion.

Thundercracker hummed while looking at his scanner, "No clue. Whatever this place is, I don't like it. Not one bit."

Lugnut snarled, "The destruction... reminds me too much of Autobots! They caused the destruction! They will pay for their treachery! Lord Megatron shall rise and take his rightful place as the might and powerful Emperor of the universe! He is the true leader, not Optimus Prime! All hail Megatron!"

Blitzwing groaned in annoyance, "Is he always a big lugnut?"

"Well, what do you expect, genius?" Skywarp asked in annoyance, "He did more damages than good. Compare to Blackout, he's the best and better than joker."

Lugnut roared in anger, "What was that?!"

Skywarp yelped as he hid behind Blitzwing, who sighed in annoyance, "And you are more lugnut than he is."

Thundercracker noticed Starscream remained silent and calm as he asked, "Starscream? You've been quiet lately. Is there something bothering you?"

"No... Nothing. Nothing is bothering me..." Starscream said calmly while looking at the ruined city. He hummed calmly, "There could be communication center or spaceship for us to use. Let us split up and locate it. After you scour and sweep the area regroup back at this same location. Think all of you can do this job?"

"We can, Starscream," Thundercracker said calmly and firmly, "Seems like you're taking a good job as Second-in-Command."

Skywarp scoffed, "He might as well be the Leader of Decepticons since Megatron is nowhere to be found!"

"Watch your language, wretch!" Lugnut snapped in anger, "No one has the right to insult my lord!"

"Hey! We've got work to do, idiot! You wanna smack each other's faces fine by me!" Blitzwing said in annoyance as he transformed into flying tank-like mode, "I'm gonna find the spaceship and get the heck out of here!"

Blitzwing flew off at once to find the spaceship. Skywarp, Lugnut, Thundercracker and even Vehicon Seekers looked at each other curiously before shrugged in uncertain. They transformed into their jet modes and flew off to their own direction to complete their mission.

"Me? Leader?" Starscream asked curiously before hummed calmly, "Should I accept that role? If I do so, then I must prove myself worthy to Lord Megatron that I can be his successor! This could be my opportunity." He smirked calmly, "I must show him what I can do! I will prove to him that I am more than just a mere Seeker. I can't wait to start my career to become the best of the best..."

(Cybertron)

After the Ark left for their voyage to new world, Ultra Magnus was leading the remaining Autobot Forces in resisting against Shockwave's Army. They're now residing at Iacon as their command center to fight their enemies. Metroplex acted as the main fortress of defending the area.

Dinobots acted as the front line unit for holding and pushing the enemies' lines. They were assisted by Springer, Brawn and their soldiers for providing cover fire. Ultra Magnus led and instructed his units, making sure his team did their best to hold the enemies off as long as they can.

After the long battle, Ultra Magnus and his team regrouped and held a council inside Metroplex's Meeting Chamber for planning their next move. They all sat down on their seats.

"Job well done with your mission, Autobots," Ultra Magnus commented, "Keep up with this tactic, everyone. We can win this battle."

"With all due to respect, sir," The dark greenish-yellow colored armored Cybertronian Warrior with mustache spoke firmly, "We don't have enough Energon to sustain our supplies."

A dark orange-brown armored grumpy Cybertronian Soldier - Brawn nodded in agreement, "Yeah! We also don't have enough ammunition to hold the enemies off."

Grimlock scoffed, "Then, we all go and find the Energon! Simple as that!"

"Wow. Grimlock, that's primitive idea we ever had," Springer remarked in annoyance, "No wonder you and your team always failed."

"What was that?!" Slug demanded in anger and fury.

Scorn snarled, "Are you insulting us because you think you're better than us?!"

Brawn nodded firmly, "At least, we didn't try do something stupid as you all did!"

"Oh yeah, wise guy?!" Slash demanded in fury.

Snarl nodded firmly, "Let's how stupid you wanna try to mess with us, buddy!"

Grimlock growled, "Dinobots, transformed!"

Grimlock, Slug, Snarl, Scorn and Slash transformed into their Dinosaur Modes as they were about to attack Springer, Brawn and some officers, who armed and readied their blasters.

"Autobots, stand down!" Ultra Magnus exclaimed firmly. Everyone halted their advance and looked at him, "We're here to discuss our movements to halt the enemies' advance, as well as finding out what they're planning. If not for Grimlock and his team informing us about Megatron's plans, Optimus Prime and his team wouldn't able to stop them."

Swoop approached his team as he spoke, "Grimlock, you need to calm down too!"

Sludge nodded, "Yeah. If not for Ultra Magnus, you wouldn't be here, Grimlock." Grimlock snarled angrily. He continued, "I know you're mad at them for insulting our forms. But this isn't about us. It's about surviving and keeping our soldiers and civilians alive."

Though angered and annoyed by Sludge's wisdom, Grimlock took a deep breathe and spoke, "Fine. Me Grimlock will obey Ultra Magnus because he saved me Grimlock, not others. Dinobots, go out and defend the base."

Most of Dinobots nodded firmly as they turned and exited the meeting chamber, leaving Swoop and Sludge behind.

"We'll make sure that doesn't do something stupid," Swoop commented nervously.

Sludge nodded, "Yeah. He means well to defend our base."

Swoop and Sludge left the meeting chamber. Springer spoke, "Commander, sir. I don't like trusting those bots with our jobs especially when they're in primitive modes. It's hard to tell when they turn into large monsters to terrorize everything. After all, their modes are designed by Shockwave."

"He does have the point," Brawn agreed, "We never have primitive beast modes before, sir."

"I understand your concerns. Grimlock and his team are Autobots," Ultra Magnus said firmly, "They must be treated fairly and equally as anybots. No fighting and arguing about their primitive beast modes. They're the team. Understand?"

Springer and Brawn groaned and saluted, "Yes, sir..."

(Cybertron)

At the Kaon's Fotress, the Decepticons were setting up the defenses. Dreadwing was leading and gathering the rest of Predacons and Insecticons including Hardshell and Kickback into the pods for both transport to Backwater Planet and setting the security.

"Keep moving, Insecticons! You have your duty to do!" Dreadwing instructed firmly, "Hardshell, you and your legion will head to the Backwater Planet. Kickback remained behind, with the rest of your security. Do not make mistakes again!"

Hardshell snarled, "Don't tell me what to do?!"

Kickback groaned, "Why do I have to stay?! I don't wanna fight with those Bots especially Dinobots!"

Hardshell chuckled, "Well, good luck, Kickback. You're gonna need it."

"Thanks a lot, rustbucket!" Kickback snapped in annoyance.

Hardshell entered the stasis pod, along with the rest of his Insecticons and the army of Predacons. All of them were moved to the Decepticon Transport Ship. It then lifted and blasted off to its destination. Kickback and some of his were moved across and surrounded Kaon as the securities.

After finishing up with his duty, Dreadwing headed off and met up with Sixshot, a whitish-dark purplish colored armored Cybertronian Warrior with wings, jet boosters, claws and has arsenal weapons on his back at the Kaon Fortress's entrance. He was leading the security forces.

"Sixshot, how is the security force?" Dreadwing asked, "Have you secured important fortresses and bases including Kaon?"

Sixshot nodded in agreement, "So far, so good, Dreadwing. I'm surprised that you decide to stay behind. I thought you're going with Lord Megatron."

"I was. But my Twin and I did not perform my duty. I was too ashamed to do anything right. To regain my honor, I must performed an important duty. I remained here to defend Cybertron from those accursed Autobots."

"Yeah. Those Autobots know how to screw things up especially shutting down the planet's core."

"The Fallen's dangerous Energron nearly destroyed our home. Optimus Prime did his best to shut it down to save it."

"Ridiculous..."

"Yes. As much as I'm relieved that our home planet is safe from danger, I still blamed them for the cause of war."

Sixshot smirked, "Ooh! I like it. Make them payback..."

"Indeed. We will have our revenge on them," Dreadwing said firmly.

Inside the laboratory, a petite Cybertronian Scientist with breathing mask-breathing rounded jar on his head and two claws-like hands was assisting and working with Shockwave. They're working on a large portal-like machinery with rocks on it.

"Oil Silk, make sure we have enough Energon for our new project, Oil Slick," Shockwave said firmly and calmly, "Since the ancient Space Bridge is destroyed by our enemies, we need new one. Something more effective and mobile that could avoid inflicting damages on our projects. And also, can do either both traveling and teleporting through either planets or areas."

Oil Slick hissed amusingly, "That sounds interesting, Shockwave. Glad that you have your arm appendage with Astro-Magnum Cannon. That looks terrifying and ruthless."

Shockwave groaned, "That accursed Grimlock must pay the price of ripping my hand off. I regret from creating Dinobots. It is my fatal error. An error I attempt to correct it."

"Well, at least, you create Predacons. They're better than Dinobots," Oil Slick commented.

Shockwave nodded firmly, "Indeed. Let us begin new project. A project that will help us conquer Cybertron and destroy Autobots for good."

Oil Slick smirked, "With pleasure..."

(Unknown)

In the dark computer room, a mysterious metallic humanoid with tentacles as her torso's bottom while wearing strange metallic armor with curved shoulder pads-like and crown-like helmet on head. She remained silent and calm inside her room alone. Suddenly, someone has entered the room. He bowed down before her.

"What is it, Fallax Vulpe?" The metallic woman asked calmly.

Fallax Vulpe spoke, "The Autobots and Decepticons have left Cybertron. But they've got lost during the voyage of Space Bridge."

"Did you locate them, Fallax?"

"Yes, I did. We know where they are. In fact, we also found our defectors and missing slaves we've been trying to recapture."

"Excellent. Prepare our army, Fallax. Go and find our missing slaves' homes. Recapture them. And also, set up Phase 1 of our plans. It's time we bring order to our kind."

"As you wish," Fallax Vulpe reported calmly, "Oh Great and True Queen of Our Kind - Quintessa..."

Quintessa smirked darkly, "Yes... I will reclaimed what is rightfully mine..."

To be Continued...

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