Chapter 1: Creation's Rebirth

Somewhere in the Universe…

Primus, for the first time in many eons, could now rest in peace knowing that his twin brother, Lord of Undead, the Chaos-Bringer, Unicron, was now sealed away and was not going to be a threat anytime soon.

Still, even if Unicron could no longer do anything, he would always exist as a necessary force in all of reality. Primus was no fool and he knew that in order for there to be balance in all things, both himself and his twin brother had to exist. Even if it were possible to destroy Unicron, that would only cause major problems. The very fabric of reality could be torn apart, and all universes would collapse. Preserving Unicron's anti-spark, while not a good idea in of itself, was the only course of action to take in light of his importance.

He had faith that the Autobots would protect the vessel that held the anti-spark of his brother. They were the defenders of order and justice and good. They were more than capable of defending his true body, and while that was the case, there was time for the Transformer God to ponder on.

Primus began to reminisce on his many memories travelling the universes. In the beginning, he did not battle Unicron, but explored it with him. They sought many things; knowledge, power, understanding, clarity, purpose, a great deal of things. While both were made to embody the most basic and critical of existence, they both needed time to wield their power, adapt it, perfect it, and own it.

When their battles began, it was a very crude thing. They used energy in the beginning, then they shifted into more psychological tactics, then came more refined physical forms. It was a cycle of always finding a way to get the upper hand in the ultimate war for which would control the universe: order or chaos. Because of their eons of warfare and conflict, countless worlds were ravaged, destroyed, created, retooled, there was no limit to what a world could turn into when the brothers came to blows with each other.

Of course, with that said, it could be argued that because of this war, they had created some truly unique things in this world as well. For one thing, Unicron's physical form had become the core of the planet known as Earth, which teemed with intelligent life. It was an unintentional good thing, but there it was, and with that in mind, it occurred to the Bringer of Order that other worlds had to have seen a similar path. With that in mind, Primus began to once again traverse the multiverses, searching for such a place.

As as God, the Order-Bringer could move between the physical and non-physical worlds at will. Travelling the multiverse was an easy task as he existed in all parts of space and time. Therefore, he could shift his attention to various places at once without strain on himself in any way.

Then he found something that intrigued him. It was a world teeming with life forms, but not life forms created with time and with a natural environment. They were lifeforms that had an active creator. No, not just one creator, but two creators. The power was evident, but it was strange as well. It was so, limited, constricting, as if the creators had left their worn unfinished. This world… it intentionally trapped its inhabitants on the planet. Space travel was highly difficult, the societies of this world were scattered.

Humans and Faunus, the two forms of intelligent life that existed on this world, both of them on tense terms. They could not agree if they were equals not. They had fought before, shedding blood in the name of equality and recognition. It was a war that was so unlike the Great War for Cybertron.

Autobots and Decepticons fought over ideologies. Transformers largely accepted each other and embraced each other as one people. Even Megatron, as vile as he had once been, did not discriminate against his own kind.

It was easy for him to see the root of this conflict, but like all life, they didn't see the entire picture of the world that they lived in, only certain things, which caused their own perceptions to warp the overall image, but all sentient beings possessed that sort of selfishness. It was a balancing act, and despite being imperfect, most beings in all of existence were more or less stable.

All life had its flaws, and although Primus knew this to be a fact, it wasn't this fact that he was fixated on. He had created life in the past willingly, and he had seen the results. In the beginning, Cybertronians were perfect until Unicron's influence mixed with his own. By his own power, he could easily undo a world's evils. It would be the most simple path and the most logical path.

Then something else came to the mind of the deity. Optimus Prime and the Autobots had fought so hard to preserve Cybertron and the Cybertronian race, but they hadn't done it through infinite power and wisdom, but by intelligence, bravery, compassion, effort, valor, duty, and sacrifice. None of these things required powers, but merely making use of the innate talents and abilities born within their sparks. The heroism shown by the Autobots was something to behold, even to one who had seen virtually all of what the universe had to offer.

Perhaps there was something to be learned from life itself. Maybe having the ultimate power to do anything wasn't the only solution. It was one of the few things that he truly did not understand, but just because he was a basic fundamental pillar in the universe, it did not mean he was invincible. Nothing was truly invincible.

This world is in need of healing, and it has been stained by the power of gods before. I will not mar the planet further. This world is not my to shape, but maybe it can be a world where I learn.

Primus made a decision.

RWBY - - - Transformers

Kingdom of Mistral

January 1st, 63 AGW (After the Great War)

"Here he is." The doctor gently handed the baby to the mother. "He's perfectly healthy, and so far, there's nothing wrong that I can detect."

Carefully, the woman reached out and latched onto her child. Once she got a real good look, she couldn't take her eyes off. Next to her was her husband, who also shared in her feelings and emotions.

"Hi there." Daisy Arc began to coo at her son. "I'm your mother, baby boy."

"And I'm your father, little one." Jasper Arc replied as well.

The both of them had been through this many times with two sets of twin daughters, but getting a son was a first for them both, and they were both ecstatic. They honestly weren't sure why it was that up until this point, they had only received daughters. It was one of those mysterious things that didn't have an answer, yet wasn't too much of a bother in the first place, but now the question was laid to rest.

But there was a new question. The child had been born with deep blue hair with a strand of golden-yellow hair at the front. It was something that the doctors had claimed to be merely part of his genetics. Something told them it was more than that, but for now, unless there was a real problem with it, it would be left as is.

The baby, for the first time, opened his eyes, and looked all around. The wonder in its eyes were apparent, but for some reason, it wasn't the sort of wonder that came from being ignorant or unknowing. Instead, the look of wonder from their son was more akin to someone experiencing something that they had never experienced in their lifetime. Deep blue eyes shone brightly at them, gazing at them in the same wonder as he did everything else.

"He has beautiful eyes." Daisy held him closer. "Look at them."

The baby began to coo, and it was like a pure and perfect melody to both their ears. There was not a trace of any sort of negative influence.

"He's… wonderful." Jasper looked at his son.

For another minute, the two of them simply adored their new son. No matter how many times they had children, they still did this. It was customary at this point, but this moment was their way of gauging their children, and right now, this feeling they were getting was pretty good. Actually, that was a weak way to describe what they were feeling. It was like… the the Gods had touched their child.

"We still haven't decided on a name." Daisy said quietly. "I don't suppose you've got one?"

"I think it's your turn this time." Jasper smile at her. "And even if that weren't the case, you probably want to more than anything. This is our first son."

"Then his name will be…" Daisy gave another minute to thought. "How about… Preston?"

"Preston Arc." Jasper gazed outside the window to regard the full moon. "Preston Luna Arc."

"I forgot that it's a full moon." Daisy looked through the window as well. "But it works."

"Then it's settled. It is time to bring the girls in?"

"Yes, I'm sure they want to meet their new brother."

The father of five made his way to the door, opened it, and quietly closed it. He was gone only for a half a minute before the sound of the door opening again was heard, but this time accompanied by many footsteps. Their eldest twins, Aqua and Ashley, both of them four years old, came in first, followed by the second pair of twins, Lily and Lina, both of them two years old, and they came in by their father's side.

"Mama." Ashley rushed over. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, Ash, I am." Daisy smiled. "I want you to meet someone."

Everyone gathered around eagerly. The moment they laid eyes on the baby boy, all the girls were instantly charmed.

"He's so cute!" Aqua squealed.

"He tiny." Lily said as their father hoisted her and her twin up to see better.

"He small." Lina agreed with her sister.

"He is, but he's going to grow up." Daisy tilted her son a bit so everyone could see him. "His name is Preston."

"Preston." Aqua and Ashley pronounced.

"Preston." Lily and Lina followed suit.

"Yes, good." Jasper said.

The sisters looked at their brother, who looked back at them with an inquisitive look. For some reason, that look made them want to come closer. He began to make a few more cooing sounds, and everyone was attached.

"Hi, Preston." Ashley waved at him. "I'm your older sister. I love you."

"No fair!" Aqua protested. "I love you too, Preston!"

"We love too!" Lily and Lina claimed next. "We love little bwother!"

"Now, now, we can all love him." Daisy quieted her children down. "We'll all give him love and protection."

The mother was worried that this raised volume would disturb their baby boy, but instead, the newborn just looked to each of his family members as if trying to process everything that was being said. This was nothing at all like the birth of her daughters. One look at her husband told her that he too was thinking something similar to her.

As blessed as they were with their first son, there was something untapped within, something that powerful. There was not a word that could describe or define what reverberated in this atmosphere, but there was something.

Preston, as your mother, I will do everything in my power to be the best that I can for you. It was a vow she gave to all her children, and here she was, saying it again. If any dares to harm you… they will regret it.

She also meant that with every fiber of her being, yet it felt that this promise meant even more than it had ever meant in the past. Her son was going to be someone someday, and she would guide him to that future.

Transformers - - - RWBY

July 2nd, 63 AGW (After the Great War)

From the moment that Preston was brought home up until now, it was clear that there was something special about him.

Both parents made it a habit to put him to sleep, each taking turns. What they had discovered was that he responded to stories more than anything else. Whenever a story would come up, those eyes seemed drawn to them.

Even more amazing was when the parents had found their son, looking at books on his own, seeming to understand them as any normal person would understand them. At first, the two of them had chalked it up to mere child curiosity, but there was a problem with that assertion. Firstly, past experience with their daughters had told them that the attention span of babies was hard to get and keep. Their daughters hadn't, and in many cases, still didn't have the patience that their son was showing. Secondly, the amount of dedication he showed to reading was apparent. His eyes were focused, his body was composed, all signs pointing to concentrating.

The parents were split on what to think. On the one hand, it could be that they had birthed some really gifted child. On the other hand, they were worried that their child wasn't acting in a way they were familiar with. It wasn't that Preston was a problem in any way. In fact, the baby was well-behaved and as far as they could tell, had never cried. Certainly, he had made noise to attract notice, but they hadn't had a single instance of rebellious or otherwise unwanted behavior. In short, he was an ideal son.

They had begun to see just what sort of books that Preston was interested in. They first started with basic stories that were meant for baby development, which he seemed to take in easily. Then they tried some easy children books, and that seemed to interest the boy as well. Then they moved to more complex fairy tales and legends. He ate that up as well. It was surprising the rate that he was going.

Six months of life, and he was growing up so fast. It was truly a marvel to watch, but it also brought concerns.

Both parents opened the door to see their son sitting on the floor, carefully reading the book in front of him. It was a more complex story book with chapters and acts. When the door opened, the baby looked up to them and waved his tiny hand.

"How's my boy doing?" Daisy rushed to him and hugged him tightly. "Are you being a good boy?"

He nodded his head and pointed to the boy he was reading.

"The story of the Four Maidens." Daisy could tell that much from skimming the page. "That's an old tale, Preston. It dates back hundreds of years ago, although the time frame isn't really certain."

Daisy put her son on her lap. "How about I tell you a little hush-hush info regarding the Maidens?"

"Daisy, is that really a good idea?" Jasper began to fidget. "That's not something that we're allowed to give away."

"Calm down, Luke." Daisy gave him a slightly glare. "Who's Preston going to tell? He can't speak yet. Additionally, it's not exactly top-secret hush-hush info."

"That doesn't make any sense." Jasper said.

"Look, anyone with a brain can figure it out." Daisy reasoned with him. "I'm surprised that more people haven't."

Preston's bubbling and cooing made the mother return to dote on her son.

"Listen closely, Preston. Legends and fairy tales all come from somewhere, even the most outlandish ones." Daisy continued on, her boy watching with rapt attention. "The story of the Maidens is said to be true, but the question is where have they gone? If they did exist, where are they now?"

Preston tilted his head in wonder, and that made her smile. It was just so cute to look at him no matter what he did.

"Maybe you'll figure it out one day." She killed him on the forehead. "But right now it's bedtime."

Carefully, she picked him up and placed him in the crib. He only fidgeted for a second, but once he was settled, he calmed down, giving her one of those looks, the ones that could melt her heart in an instant.

"Good night, little one." She held his tiny hand.

"We'll see you tomorrow, little guy." Jasper did the same with the other free hand.

Their son grasped their fingers with his tiny hands. It send a feeling of warmth between them, and it was with extreme reluctance that the two of them left the room and turned the light off. As usual, it didn't take young Preston long to fall asleep. Whenever it was bedtime, he fell asleep without any fuss.

When they stood in the hallway, Jasper took note of how his wife looked downtrodden, something that he didn't often from her. She had lots of energy ever since he had first met her, and few things could sap that out of her.

"What's wrong, Daisy?" Jasper let his worry be known.

"Our son… it won't be long before he says his first, then walks." Daisy struggled to say those words. "You agree, right?"
"At this rate, I believe so." He nodded his head. "What's wrong with that?"

"I'm not ready." She sounded fearful. "He's just a baby, but he's growing up too fast. I just… it's so fast…"

What she was saying caught up to him. In these past six months, she had doted on their son immensely, perhaps even more so than she ever did with their daughters when they were infants. It was understandable, and the father of five would be lying if he wasn't fearful of something similar to his other half.

"I know." Jasper gripped her shoulders firmly, but assuringly. "But he's going to grow up whether in eighteen years or in less time."

"I know that." Daisy sounded resigned. "But… is it weird to think that I want him to be a baby forever?"

"That's a different story from what you were saying about the girls." Jasper tried to make light of her words.

"That's different." She huffed. "We only have one son."

It wasn't explained anymore, but he understood, he believed.

RWBY - - - Transformers

January 3rd, 64 AGW (After the Great War)

Primus knew that this way the day that he had been born into this world. Ever since his rebirth into this world, he remembered every single thing that he had ever witnessed, every single thing he had done, and every single thing he had experienced. It was perfect memory at its best and he had it since he took his first breath.

It had taken him some time to adjust to a life of simplicity. His entire existence dictated that nothing he did was truly ever simple. As an embodiment of order, creation, and good in the universe and beyond, it was his duty to ensure that all things known would continue on for as long as possible. It was his duty not just in one universe but in many universes. The scope of all that he knew was impressive, even to someone like him.

For him, a being created before the beginning of time, to be living the life of a mortal being provided him with a different sort of challenge. While he was more than capable of adjusting and upgrading his own body when it suited him, but it was not the proper thing to do. It would not have been an earned transformation. That being said, he was pushing the boundaries by granting himself hyper-advanced growth as well as a body that, with time, would grow into something far beyond that of a normal person. Even now, he was considered a prodigy and genius to the people that were called his parents.

Primus reflected on the two figures in his current life that represented his guardians. Daisy Arc was his mother, and she treasured him like she was her only child, which at first confused him. Why favor him when she had his sisters, but it soon occurred to him that since he was her only son, she doted on him especially, and given that he was the youngest, he was supposed to be the most vulnerable.

Jasper Arc, his father, was more conservative in his affections, but there was no denying that he still cared immensely for his family and himself. The man seemed to care about family almost like a zealot trying to protect religious beliefs. In this case, such dedication and dogma were justified, even if perhaps a bit unnecessary. As the only male figure in his current life, Primus took his cues in strides.

His elder sisters also loved to interact with him and play game with him. While far from complex activities, it was the experience itself that Primus found to be intriguing more than anything else. Aqua and Ashley, as his two oldest sisters, spent a vast amount of their free time just being a big sister for him, as did Lily and Lina. Initially, he did not understand what that meant. Objectively speaking, sisters were female counterparts of a male child, and both had the same parents biologically speaking. It then dawned upon the Order-Bringer that it wasn't so much the literal meaning of sisters as it was the emotional connection. Sentient beings valued connections immensely.

Primus was certain of his reasoning, but his sage wisdom couldn't be conveyed to any one of them. His purpose here wasn't to be a force of good, but rather to experience what it meant to be a mortal sentient being, to be a hero that everyone aspired to be. To do that, it was prudent that he go through the various stages of life like this. He could afford to do this, and in the event that things did go really wrong, he would adjust accordingly.

According to his own analysis of his own physical body, speech and motor functions would come within half a year to two years. The god had chosen to accelerate both and at this point and time, he had established that he was capable of speech and controlling his body. He chose to limit his speech to simple words and phrases while getting accommodate more to his body. Needless to say, neither Daisy nor Jasper appeared to have any objections to his growth, which he was grateful for.

Primus also discovered that within his own DNA that comprised his being, there were innate Faunus traits hidden within. While neither Daisy nor Jasper were Faunus, both of them had Faunus genetics within. While it would make having a Faunus child highly unlikely, it wasn't impossible, and it seemed a good idea to utilize whatever opportunities were at his disposal, even if it a took a bit of genetic tampering to bring those genetics to life. The results were dragon teeth that came in and hardened skin that was far more protective than ordinary skin. These changes only came to his family's attention when they had begun to feed him solid food.

The reaction was very tame to say the least. Both parents appeared aware of their Faunus blood and decided that not much had changed except for their son's eating habits. His sisters were awed more than anything else. All they could care about was how he would have enhanced senses. It was a childish response, but it was still amusing to hear.

The concern wasn't so much his family as it was the outside world. With Faunus discrimination still a very real problem, the question of how he would go about his later years had his own knowledge and wisdom working. Non-violent approaches would be his go-to method seeing as it was in his nature to go with the methods that entailed peaceful means. That being said, he wasn't foolish enough to believe that simple words would deter the more extreme mindsets. He needed to be strong in words and in action. Only then would the adversity falter and take him seriously.

This might be years into the future, but while he was an infant and therefore limited to where he was able to be, he had more time to conceive of a plan of action in order to combat that as well as the Creatures of Grimm.

He would bide his time.

Transformers - - - RWBY

April 13th, 65 AGW (After the Great War)

The two Arc parents had just been blessed with another baby girl. She was born with snow-white hair and eyes that were a cross between pink and purple. Their daughters were only happy to welcome a new addition to the family, and they were the first to gather around and meet the newest Arc member. Only after the sisters had gotten their turn had Preston been able to see her as well.

"Baby?" Preston tilted his head in wonder.

"Yes, Preston." Daisy affirmed her son's question. "This is your little sister."

"My little sister." Preston repeated. "She is small."

"Yes, she is." Jasper hoisted him up so that he could see better.

Mother and father watched their son as he looked upon his baby sister. He didn't smile nor did he frown. It was like he was trying to formulate a way to respond. Even at a young age of two years old, their son was mature beyond his years. He spoke and acted in a way that could be considered beyond even adults.

"What is her name?" Preston asked them.

"Her name?" Daisy already knew that. "Her name will be Vanola."

"Vanola." Preston spoke as if commiting the name to memory. "What does it mean?"

They had chosen to name their newest daughter that name due to her snow-white hair which framed her emerald-green eyes. In addition, her hair was unusually wavy for a baby. In truth, it was Jasper who had thought up of the name, and Daisy honestly had no idea where he had even gotten the idea from, but it was a nice name all the same.

"It means white wave." Daisy gently brushed Vanola's hair. "Do you understand, Preston?"

"Yes." Her son nodded. "White wavy hair."

"Exactly." Daisy praised him.

Preston had a very good grasp of reading, writing, and speaking. She didn't doubt that he did indeed understand what she was getting at, and if she had more energy, she could have gone into more detail.

Vanola cooed and gurgled. This little display was enough for a very light laugh to come from Preston. This rare break in his otherwise calm and collected demeanor caught the attention of Daisy and Jasper. It was then that he realized that he had lost his demeanor that he receded back into a neutral look.

"Preston, it's okay to laugh." Jasper put the small boy onto his leg. "You don't need to be so reserved."

"I know father." Preston's voice said.

"Preston." Daisy raised her free hand to cup her son's face. "Babies can be really funny. There's nothing wrong with laughing."

He nodded, but offered no verbal response. He was content to get closer to Vanola and reach out for her. The baby looked back at him and their hands brushed together. There was near-silence as this exchange took place.

Then he spoke.

"My name is Preston." Preston spoke as if Vanola could understand him. "I promise to be the best brother possible."

There was no denying that they were genuine words.

RWBY - - - Transformers

December 25th, 65 AGW (After the Great War)

Primus had spent the better part of the rest of the year getting to know his little sister called Vanola. He watched what she did very carefully so as to ascertain how she would develop. Judging from her current growth, her most likely first development would be her motor functions. She was a very active girl, always looking to explore and discover. She would soon be able to walk steadily and consistently.

That wasn't to say that her mental growth wasn't going smoothly. She couldn't speak really, only resorting to an infant's limited sound capabilities, but she reacted and responded to his words. She might not understand everything he said, but he had a feeling that her instincts were telling her something.

Primus wasn't the creator of his sister, but he wouldn't deny that he felt a strong sense of responsibility towards her well-being. As the embodiment of creation, he always felt the need and desire to nurture any creation. Life itself was the greatest creation of all, and to see any life go to waste never sat well with him.

Vanola's hands touched him on the arm and his head swerved to look at her. She had a very pleasant smile to look at. Even as controlled of his emotions as he was, the look was just so infectious that he allowed himself the luxury of a small smile.

Happiness was a concept that he wasn't familiar with, and if he was being truthful, he still didn't fully understand it. It was governed by a feeling of warmth and contentment and pleasure. Such feeling were alien because happiness, while considered to be a positive emotion to have, was based on some level of selfishness. Even for individuals who gained happiness from the happiness of others had a selfish motive. It was wanting to see others be happy that denoted selfishness.

Primus, for the sake of his duty in keeping the universe in balance, distanced himself from emotions unlike his brother Unicron. He needed to think of the well-being of all rather than focus on a select few. In this way, he would never truly understand mortal life, and now that he was beginning to live what he had once merely witnessed filled him with a sort of selfishness, and that concerned him.

The Order-Bringer remembered clearly that it was Unicron who came first and his own existence came from subdividing from the Chaos-Bringer. They both were essential to space and time, but no matter how much of the latter passed, no matter how many battles they had fought, and no matter who claimed victory in the end, they were both two sides of the same coin, forever connected. They were both susceptible to each other in this fashion, and therefore subject to each other's' weaknesses.

Primus also reminded himself that having faced Unicron before, he knew the true face of evil at its most powerful. What he was doing here wasn't experimenting with evil but living in the shoes of sentient beings that he could respect.

Vanola's gurgle brought him back from his thoughts.

"Perhaps it would be wise to indulge in these bonds." Primus said more to himself. "They are proving to be quite profound."

I had originally intended to write Optimus Prime in Jaune's place, but then I got a better idea. Primus, the Transformers God exists as a singularity within all parts of the universe and even in other parallel universe. He has the ability to be anywhere he pleases and can do virtually anything. In that sense, writing him into the RWBY universe is easier.

But perhaps the most important aspect I want to explore through this story is Primus's existence itself. Primus exists as a force of good, creation, and order. He is powerful, wise, and intelligent, but remember that Megatronus Prime betrayed him to serve Unicron and he has been beaten by Megatron who infused Cybertron's core with Dark Energon. Primus, for all that he can do, is able to be taken down by mortal beings.

He is also well aware of Autobots and their quest for peace and freedom. I'm willing to believe that he is likely impressed and maybe even inspired by their heroism. Now, I gave him a scenario in which he wants to understand what it is that motivates mortal beings to fight, even when hope is so thin and fragile.

Also, the name Preston, as far as I know, means "Priest's Town." Thought this may be a stretch, but whenever I think of a priest, I think of white robes, which is a sign of purity and good.

There will be a fair bit of setup before the events of Volume 1 and beyond come into play, so I would advise patience.

So what do you guys think? Good? Bad? Whatever your thoughts, I'd like to know your thoughts.

I hope you guys enjoyed reading.

"It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light."

Aristotle