Summary:
There is War. There is Hate. There is Love. There is Loss. There is Hope. There are two factions. But what no one knows is what the death and the rebirth of one of the deadliest Decepticon warriors brought into life is going to bring into the equation and outcome of a war threatening to erase the Cybertronian race from the game board of life.
When Primus wins Thundercracker's spark in the unending game play with the Destroyer it changes everything. Every corrupt soul belongs to the Destroyer, but Thundercracker who has lived among some of the most corrupted souls the Cybertronian race can show shines like a beacon of hope. The war hasn't gone to his head and he lives for his trine – even as corrupt as his trinemates may be. When he during a battle with the Autobots sacrifices himself to take the shot Megatron aims at his trineleader, his self-sacrificing act sets him free of the shackles the Destroyer binds every decepticon with – their souls blackened with the need to murder and live for their own goals.
This is the tale of good and evil, love and hate, hope and loss. Will one soul be enough to save a whole race?
The Death
A dice rolls on and on in its infinite travel across the unending game board signifying life.
"STARSCREAM!"
A panicking scream.
It stutters in its travel, unseen obstacles throwing it around.
The sound of metal hitting metal.
"THUNDERCRACKER!"
Another panicking scream.
Speed slowing, the dice fights to keep rolling, its destiny finally reached.
A bright flash.
The sound of sizzling metal as it bends and buckles under the onslaught of a fusion blast.
The dice finally comes to a stop, its travel at its end.
A frame stifles painfully in the air as the spark in its center is extinguished. The grey frame is falling rapidly to the ground far down below.
A trinebond severs.
Twin screams of anguish.
The dice rests peacefully in the center of the unending game board of life, its upturned side having the full attention of two mastodons.
"You win Primus." Unicron grudgingly accepts.
The God of Creation nods before he reaches for another dice, this one having thousands of sides.
How do you measure the life of one who willingly sacrifices his life for another?
How do you measure the good in that instant held against all the evil that one has done through all life up until this one self-sacrificing act?
The God of Creation rolls the new dice and both mastodons watch its fluid travel as side after side changes. When its momentum slows down and each turn is a fight it finally finds rest.
Both mastodons stare at the upturned side.
"Very well." Unicron growls and the Destroyer's attention turn away from the blessed spark which now belongs completely to Primus.
With a smile The God of Creation takes the thousand sided dice, still looking at the blank white surface of the upturned side.
"Very well." He mirrors the Destroyer's words. "Thundercracker, you have proved yourself worthy of rebirth. Use your second chance to form the life for the ones around you." The God of Creation proclaims and the initial dice begins to roll again.
In a neutral settlement far from Cybertron a sharp cry sounds as chestplates begin to part in the first stage of birthing a seekerling.
A spark emerges from its carrier and gently guided by a medic it settles inside the prepared protoform.
"Welcome into life Thundercracker." Affectionate voices greet the newborn as the spark settles inside its protoform and slowly takes on a beautiful light blue color.
For clarification, the first screaming is Thundercracker, the second is Skywarp.