Hey all.

Well here I go with another fic that I'll write often and post rarely.

I'll probably change the name when I can think of a better one, but for now this one'll suffice.

Disclaimer: Hasbro owns everything except the plot, which is mine.

But the usurper was patient. Where others had failed he bade his time, and waited patiently for the opportunity.

He never forgot his one goal, and when that opportunity presented itself, he eagerly took it.

But the price for such disloyalty was high; the bringer of Chaos intervened, and restored the mighty leader.

The usurper was cast out alone. He paid the ultimate price.

But still this did not satisfy him. He approached the Chaos bringer to grant him what was taken.

The usurper was yet to learn his lesson. In turn he betrayed the Chaos Bringer as he once betrayed his leader.

The God of Turmoil was not pleased, and banished the immortal to the beginning of time so that he would have all eternity to ponder his choices.

--Covenant of primus, data track No. 7.613-24

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Starscream had had a long time to think about what he'd done. After betraying Unicron he'd been banished to the dawn of time itself.

The drifting spark had seen everything. The birth of the universe, the fall of the ancients. He saw the One lasercore split into many warring components. He witnessed them kill each other off.

But Unicron and Primus were not like their siblings. They were neither war-like nor territorial. Soon the Primacron found both.

Primus had learned to create new sparks, a trait that Primacron greedily exploited, using them to breath life into larger and larger robots. Primus soon became Primacrons favourite, and bred jealousy in his brother.

Only Unicron could see the potential of the new project; a small planetoid capable of fuelling itself off space debris.

He shed his given body and possessed the prototype and laid waste to the research facility, destroying all of his brother's offspring.

 Only Primacron and Primus survived, but Primacron couldn't be found. Primus left the computer to warn him if he ever resurfaced. He hadn't wanted his beacon to be heard by Unicron, so he'd designed it to transmit on a level below what most could perceive.

The two gods fought on the astral plane many times, but neither was stronger.

Primus soon cocooned himself in a metal planet large enough to prevent Unicron from devouring it. Yet. He then shut down his senses to a level that his brother could not trace.

Starscream saw the Quintessons come and begin to exploit the metal planet. They created two factories. One to produce light domestic robots, the other to produce heavy labourers.

They built the mighty Vector Sigma to program their new creations.

Soon Primus was awakened by the activity on his surface. He possessed Vector Sigma and used it to give the robots true sentience.

Starscream witnessed all this in real time. He had no ability to speed things up and witnessed the millennia-long war with the Quintessons and their Guardians as it happened from day to day, second to second.

He saw how Primus created the Matrix as a vessel for his children to contact him. He saw how Unicron tainted one of the two Matrix-bearers. He witnessed the first Prime be cut down by the matrix-bearer Maximo. He witnessed Maximo create the first Decepticons; Megatron, Soundwave, and Shockwave.

He was there when his own lasercore was programmed. The potential of his young military mind taken in by his mentor Sky-fire.

He'd forgotten the years of joy that he'd had flying to the far reaches of space with the larger scientist.

When the Decepticon faction was created, both he and his mentor signed on.

But when Sky-fire was lost on a mission, Starscream was left unprotected.

He remembered well the scene that he witnessed; he was working in the sub-level lab when Shockwave and Megatron arrived with the Robo-smasher.

Megatron wanted undying loyalty from his followers, but Starscream was denied the opportunity to return to search for Sky-fire. He was embittered by that fact, and resented Megatron for it.

Starscream watched war break out with the Autobots, and how the forces that Megatron had been amassing began to slaughter any Autobot that they could find. He saw himself at the head of the Decepticon air armada; he remembered how he had handpicked each and every one of the hunter-seekers.

Such a grand sight they were, they were his pride and joy.

But then Megatron decided to chase the Autobots across the galaxy and crash into a planet that his time with Sky-fire had shown to have immense energy potential.

But then something happened; explorers from the future arrived on Earth and made it into their battlefield. Starscream had briefly possessed one of them in the hopes that he could use components from both ships to return to Cybertron.

After being banished from earth, he wandered the galaxy for another four million years, until finally arriving back on Cybertron.

The years away from watching bitter memories play out in real time had finally achieved what Unicron had set out to do; they made him think of his failures as his own, and not blame someone else.

Starscream had matured in that time, and when he returned to a Cybertron that he didn't recognise, he'd worked out everything, down to the last detail.

Despite the Dark Gods infinite wisdom, Unicron had overlooked one vital fact; Starscream was a master of persistence.

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Cybertron had changed so much since I remembered it, but I still knew where to look to find the entrance to the Great Vector Sigma.

The entrance to the supercomputer had changed immeasurably since I'd last been here; instead of the drab purposefulness of stale metal, the entrance now bore a striking spiritual appearance.

There were candles everywhere, as well as material imported from Earth to enshrine the God who created all.

I could see many bots, often couples, coming and praying to a large alter to give them a spark that they could look after in the same way that Humans did with their offspring.

To think that I actually got to know the humans that well.

I soon found what I was looking for; a spark drifted out of one of the tunnels and down another.

I eagerly followed it, noticing the reverement on the faces of those who worshipped at the alter.

I still didn't know if this would work, but I had to try nonetheless.

Doubt started to fill my mind as I journeyed down the corridors; my lasercore was from a different era, if they'd upgraded the production process so that I was incompatible…

I shrugged the thought aside; I'd possessed one bot from this era once before, long ago. If it didn't work out, I could always just possess another for the rest of eternity.

We soon reached our destination; the spark ahead of me flew towards a massive machine at the far end of the room.

A few seconds later a new protofrom emerged, the spark flew into it and it solidified, before being taken away by automated drones until the blending process was complete.

As I approached the machine ahead I could hear a sweet singing in my mind. I'd heard bots out in the alter room talking about the Song of Primus, and now I was hearing it myself.

"Welcome new one."

I drifted toward the machine and a glistening shape appeared where I'd seen the last protoform emerge.

I eagerly flew into it and felt the spark casing solidify around me.

For a few seconds I panicked; it had been so long since I'd felt the snug feeling that I was beginning to get claustrophobic.

"Relax. This won't take more than a second. Behold new one, the creation of life."

"Computer, override design protocols. Begin downloading design parameters to my specification."

'Compliance."

I waited a few seconds as I heard the machine adjust the protoform to the specifications that it had downloaded from my memory.

"This design is outdated. Do you wish for it to be upgraded to the latest standards?"
"Very well."

The protofrom finally solidified completely, before being taken to the waiting room.