Hey guys! So this is a story that's been going around in my head, so, here it is! The title sucks, I know, any recommendations?
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. Just my OC's!
A long time ago, there was Primus and Unicron. One was created for peace, the other for chaos. For eons they battled, each side equal. Until Primus created the thirteen original Primes and, united together, defeated Unicron and sent him hurdling towards space.
Primus then created Cybertron, and he himself was the core, where he gave out energon, the lifeblood of cybertronians.
Eons past and Cybertron flourished. They had a powerful government, until they created the caste system, which angered a peasant gladiator. His name, also a name of one of the thirteen Primes, Megatronus. Megatronus argued that the caste system was unfair and that all should be equal. He had many followers, and caught the attention of a data clerk, who worked in the Iacon hall of records, Orion Pax.
Orion was calm, and curious. Megatronus took Orion under his wing and they became mentor and student. When Megatronus had left the arena and went into politics, he shortened his name, to Megatron. One day, Megatron traveled to speak before the high council. It was there that he showed his true intentions. He proclaimed to over throw the council with force, and demanded that he should be the next Prime.
But Orion Pax, the shy data clerk, interrupted Megatron and spoke his mind. He didn't believe in violence or chaos as a means of achieving justice. The high council was amazed at what Orion was saying. His words captivated them, and they all agreed that Orion Pax should be the next Prime.
Megatron was enraged. He and his followers raged war and chaos on those who dreamed of peace, for he named himself and his followers, Decepticons. The war engulfed the planet in chaos and poisoned the planet to its very core.
Orion jurneyed there, hopping to solve the problem, but only to be confronted by the very spark of Primus. He saw the wisdom, kindness, and bravery of Orion, and granted him the Matrix of Leadership.
It was there, that the shy and timid Orion Pax, emerged as Optimus Prime, the last of the Primes.
As the war raged on, Optimus met Elita-one, where the two became sparkmates. They secretly had a daughter, in which only Ratchet, a good friend Optimus.
Optimus knelt down so he was eye level with Elita-one. She grasped Prime's hand and squeezed it. Optimus squeezed her back and comforted her. Energon sweat ran down her face and created a small puddle.
After minutes, or what had felt like hours, Ratchet cradled the newborn and raised her to Optimus. "It's a femme." he said.
Optimus couldn't help but smile. He grabbed his new daughter and held her eye leveled. She was small compared to the large Autobot leader. She was mostly pink, except for bits of red and yellow on her head and legs. Her eyes fluttered opened. They were a beautiful blue, like Optimus's.
"Optimus, let me see her." begged Elita-one. Optimus knelt down and handed the sparkling carefully to her. She cradled the child in her arms and marveled at her beauty. "She's..." words failed Elita-one and Optimus.
"Optimus." Optimus looked towards Ratchet. "Her status is average. She is very healthy." he stated. Optimus smiled at Ratchet and put an arm on his old friend. "Thank you, Ratchet." he said. "It was nothing, Optimus. But I'm not sure you will be able to keep the child a secret for long."
Elita-one finally took her eyes off her child and stared at Ratchet. "Let's worry about that later." she said. There were already to many problems to handle for her and Optimus already. No need to add more, yet.
"What will her name be, then?" asked Ratchet, changing the subject. Elita-one looked at the little girl. The child giggled, making Elita-one smile. "Lyra," she said. "Lyra Prime." She looked up at Optimus. He turned towards Ratchet. "Lyra Prime it is." he said. Ratchet started typing her birth certificate and other information.
Elita-one began to rocked her slowly to sleep. Optimus knelt down Elita-one handed the girl to him. "She's wonderful." he said, breaking the silence. Optimus took out a locket he was carrying and tied it around little Lyra's neck. It was the Autobot insignia, beautifully handcrafted, and looked nice on the sparkling.
About an earth year later, the city of Iacon was ambushed, and Optimus ordered Elita-one to take Lyra on a transport ship. The Decepticons pushed forward, but the Autobot forces held. But in the skies, it was different. Although the Autobots fought with all their might, they allowed a couple of bombers to sneak past and make their way to some of the ships.
One bomber made it's way to this ship Elita-one and Lyra were on. As the ship exploded, Elita-one ran towards an escape pod. On the ground Optimus watched as the ship exploded, trying to hold back his anger and tears.
Elita-one ran. She ran while the explosion followed. She made it towards an empty pod. She threw Lyra in and was almost in herself, until a beam hit her head she fell to the ground. The pod carrying the crying Lyra escaped and flew towards the stars, knocking her into stasis.
Optimus ordered, after the battle in which the Autobot forces won, to have a salvage team find Elita-one and Lyra. They found the charred body of Elita-one, and Lyra was missing. It was a little while after that did Optimus call his troops to abandon Cybertron, and the cybertronians scattered across the stars. Optimus Prime's forces made its way to Earth, where Megatro followed, and a series of battle commenced.
Meanwhile, across the stars, Lyra's pod had landed on the same planet. She crashed landed, into the yard of Michael and Alyssa Porter's house. They found her, not as a sparkling, but as a human child. They took her home, where she remained there for fourteen years. Until now.
What do ya think? Just like my last story today, so keep checking. Or tomorrow, maybe.
Review! I hope you like it! Still cut me some slack, this is my second story. Check out my other! Bye bye! ;)