A/N: This is actually a crossover between Transformers the Movie (2007), a book I'm writing, and another one that I haven't finished getting my ideas out for. That means that everyone that isn't a Transformer (except for Oleum) is an OC until I publish. Sigh. I don't feel like it yet.

Disclaimer: I don't own Trans, wish I did, DWsProductions is partially mine, but we're not working hard right now. All OCs belong to the company. Any song written by others than myself that will be used will be named and all rights go to their respective owners.

From Legends to Memories

Chapter 1: Cybertron

Cybertron had always been a place of mystery, a center of bustling activity from both its inhabitants and creatures from other worlds. Then a war started between two factions; the peaceful Autobots and the diabolical Decepticons. Two groups fighting for their lands, their rights, their lives. Also, the Allspark. It was their life-giver, the center of all, like the only streetlamp for miles illuminating for millions of moths. Fights had broken before for their 'source of light', but never to such an extent. Visiting species dissipated, going back to their planets, spreading the word of Civil War erupting on one of the most highly regarded worlds there was. Some species took sides, although never joining the fights, while most remained neutral. Better not attract unwanted attention. The mystery was what really was the Allspark? Was it really the only thing that could keep Cybertron alive? Well, the surface was still littered with secrets. Too bad the inhabitants were too focused on each other to notice…

Just a little closer … almost there …

Claws digging in the rusting soil that was the compact stack of metal dust and debris, sitting in crevices and holes all along the land. Wings pressed tightly at his sides, avoiding the shrapnel that could pierce his fragile skin and disembowel him in seconds. Fangs out, poison dripping their sounds of death on the cold floor.

There he was! The perfect prey, so unsuspecting, so full of energy.

The beast had to calm himself. He had done it so many times; ambushes shouldn't have been this exciting. A movement. No, only some of the rusted debris following gravity, sliding along the fine gray dust that made a small mount underneath a steel ledge of more broken down parts, a structure that could have once been a building. He watched a small twisted piece of something form the smallest of avalanches. It wasn't enough to warn his prey of his presence. Good. Just a few more steps.

Someone, close, dangerous; better get ready for anything…

The beast pounced. His prey only had the time to shoot nervously once at a random point, followed by a bewilded scream of surprise and fear before being muted. The creature that had been waiting, with its long poisonous fangs and large feathery wings, was feeding. The spark chamber, the place were a Transformer's soul rested, was engulfed. Couldn't let that energy go to waste. The beast managed to rip panels of the thick armor off the body, finding energon lines beneath, waiting to be cut apart, savored like to blood of a fresh kill. This was as close to a kill as the beast would find. Energy was rare on this planet; he had to make of what he could with what there was. So far, he had found sparks. They were good eating. Energon also gave him a boost, seeing as there weren't any organic creatures to eat here.

Once the carcass was stripped of its armor and drained of its energy, the beast left. Better not stay where Others might come. They would want to defend their fallen comrade. What a waste. His ears perked up. A distant call, someone was asking for him to be there with them. Kicking up dust, he raced to the voice, wings lifting in a pitiful attempt at flight, or at least, a few moments of the ground to increase his speed. It wasn't that they couldn't hold his weight; they were more than capable of that, he just never learned to fly. It could be useful to know one day.

Just not today.

He could smell them. Their scent, the scent he shared with them. His pack. The voice called out to him again, a beautiful melody from a female voice, the sound straining against the stillness of the thin air. It amplified it without spreading it, giving the call an eerie felling behind it. Like there was something missing. He answered.

''Home is my path,

Home is with you,

There is no hidden math,

My heart belongs to you''

She continued;

''You've left again,

Almost drives me insane,

Stay here with me,

Else you…''

''…won't be in glee, I know.'' He finished for her. She was charming. Small, but nothing close to frail, short little wings with muscle behind them, and light purple coloring to her fur and feathers, deep orange beak and eyes that could make any male go mad. She was his. And she was scolding him again.

''You know you shouldn't go hunt by yourself, this planet isn't all that safe!''

The red furred beast brought his ears back, feeling hurt by the verbal accusations. His head however, stayed high. He didn't regret his little outing. Except for longer wings than his mate, his wasn't much bigger, being as young as he was. Orange eyes contrasted with his paler beak. Both their tails held the same large quantity of long hairs that covered the lengths of them. Some said it wasn't an inconvenience to their flight. The red creature couldn't place his opinion, yet.

Singing was an other thing. To make up for his lack of flight, he could very well sing. From opera-like vocals to the low rumbling of an earthquake, he could do it all. That's how got a female like the one he had now.

''So? What do you have to say for yourself?''

''Nothing,'' he lowered his head, ''I'm sorry for making you worry.''

A third and fourth of their kind, much larger than them, came walking by. They were the only other two members of their small pack. The biggest, and bluish-brown coated male with wings that could lift a horse, strolled pass on thick legs, with enough muscle to make a bear jealous. And he was big. That how he got his name; Bourler.

''If you two lovebirds are finished, we're moving on.'' his rich voice called after them. Surely his size was a factor to his strange vocals.

The last member was a deep blue colored, orange-eyed (also) war machine. The Black Mark around his left eye made him appear more dangerous; more experienced. It was a rounded area of fur tinted pure black, something found only in the few Chosen of their kind. So far, all of the members of their group of four had one. The female's was circling her rear paw like a snake on a branch; Bourler's was a pair of stripes, one below each eye. The red male's was the same, only with a third line, going from the base of his beak to the top of his head, just before his ears. It only added to his youth-like looks.

The Black Mark was sacred, and was considered a curse. Yet no one minded it on their friends, their co-workers, their lovers or their children. It was a part of nature. It determined who, if this generation, would go after the most prized this to their kind; the Source. The group knew that, if not then, the next age would pursue their obligation, would hunt down their item. Their existence.

''Z-Gee, we're waiting.'' his mate called to him.

''I'm coming.'' said the red beast.

Bourler and Arrow, the other orange eyed-member of the group, were currently discussing about this and that, certainly not bothering to see if the younger ones were following them. They could catch up. Walking side by side, the pair followed their elders without haste. How many times had they been doing this? For how long would this keep going? Z-Gee certainly didn't want to have his whole life go to waste for something that could maybe not even exist. His mate watched him think, wondering herself why on their Gods were they the Chosen Ones.

''Everything alright?'' she asked him.

''Yeah, no problem Wind.'' he lied.

0o0o0o0

''I'm hungry!''

''You're always hungry Frebb.''

''Yeah, but this time I'm really hungry! When's the last time we ate something?''

''Two days ago, now will you quiet down?!'' a female voice interrupted the whining and comebacks from her male friends.

Sleek, she was a deep brown, contrasting with the bright green of the complaining individual, and the somber colors of the blue male leading them. They all kept their tails low to the ground, Frebb exaggerating by dragging his wings behind him, heads down, still walking at a fast pace. They had to move quickly. Some of the indigenous creatures of the planet, giant robots towering over them like birds over mice, had found them and were now on a long-range pursuit. The small group did not feel safe enough to stop and look behind themselves to see if they were still being followed. Any wrong move could get them killed.

It had started a few days ago, when they ventured in a territory with still-standing buildings, few corpses and no energy let leaking on the ground. Everything had been stored, spared, conserved for the time it would be needed. Razor, the blue male, Marble, the female and Frebb had recently landed on the planet called Cybertron. The elders of their world had called out to every of their kind bearing the Black Mark, telling them to leave their home to retrieve the Source. Only a faint signal had been detected, coming from the planet on which they were on right now. Well, the trio had landed in this spot of energy reserves and few debris, no shelter for them else than the capsules in which they had traveled. They were terribly hungry, mostly Frebb of course, and decided to steal some of the energy hidden underground. The creatures that lived here, however, weren't too keen on sharing, and the 'organic scraps' were chased out.

They kept returning, teasing the few guards at their posts, dodging plasma shots and sometimes faking death to jump in their faces at the last moment. It became a game to the young individuals, but the beings they were confronting weren't too happy. Finally, they left out some of the energy for them to have, hoping they would leave. Like wild animals you feed at the park, they ended up coming back for more. There was no though of sparing. A plasma shot had actually hit Razor on the leg one day, wounding him. The others were quick to kill the offending creature of metal. That's when they discovered that there was energy in them also. Once their group leader was back on his feet, in mere hours, they began attacking the guards directly, feeding on what they could before leaving.

Angered, the machines tried killing them. So they ran away. But to their unpleasant surprise, a few of their 'prey' had chosen to find them and exterminate them, most probably for revenge. It had been two days that they had been on the road. In normal conditions, they wouldn't have worried about being chased, but with a wounded leg, Razor could not go as fast, slowing the group altogether. The Others (that's what they called Transformers) were getting closer.

Frebb stopped. The others too, waited. He was sniffing the ground; he had found something. Everyone back home had always said he had something special within him, even more special than the Black Mark. Because on his beak, three curved keels of sorts, pointing towards him, were brightly displayed, from the day he was hatched. They were a darker orange than the rest of his beak. Some said they were magic. To Razor and Marble, magic or not, he was a good tracker. It was worth waiting.

''I smell more of our kind. Four, maybe, if we're lucky. Should we go to them?''

''They could help us.'' insisted the female.

Razor only shook his head.

''We don't need to attract our dangers to them. They could also have their own problems; we don't want to add more. If we're luck, we'll lose our pursuers within an other day or two.''

''Two more days?!'' complained Frebb.

''It's better than dying. Let's go.''

They ran further North. Unknown to them, the ones chasing them had gone up ahead, getting ready to ambush them. From the valley, only one exit was currently possible, if one wished to avoid the debris and fallen structures around it. It was a small trench, made by the crumbling of buildings of a once important avenue. The smaller streets adjacent to it were dead-ends. They knew it wasn't safe. But they had to leave. The Southern entrance had crumbled behind them, due to Frebb's 'small' push of a steel bar holding the whole left side of the canyon in place. They had to pass by the road if they were to make sure none of the Others would follow them. Fine dust covered their fur, it certainly wasn't lacking here. Tracks could be seen; Others' tracks! Hopefully they were old, and their owners gone a long time ago. Sadly, it wasn't had the trio hoped.

In moments from their arrival in the new canyon, plasma shots rained on them. Taking refuge in one of the dead-end streets, partly hidden by a large rusted sheet of steel, they protected themselves from most of the dangerously hot energy.

''The were waiting for us!'' denounced Frebb.

Taking a quick peak outside of their shelter, Marble told them;

''No! The ones shooting at us have red eyes! They killed the Others that were chasing us!''

''Are you sure?'' asked Razor, holding his left paw in his right. The burning sensation of his wound had increased.

''There bodies are lying on the ground right in the middle of the canyon.'' she tried telling him over the deafening screech of plasma hitting metal, making parts of steel and iron to rub on each other as they fell. An atrocity to their sensible ears, to say the least.

They had no choice, they had to fight back. These weren't the same Others, they were the cruel ones that killed for pleasure. Frebb seemed satisfied; food at last. Marble, although hungry, wasn't as convinced as him about rushing through plasma rain to get to a quick meal, that could, oh-by-the-way, kill you. Lucky them, they each had the Black Mark. Their curse, but also their power. It could change their body mass, making them much larger than normal, to save them from situations like these. With this Mark, they could fight the Others as equals. Activated by mere will, all three grew, taking up the already tight space of the street.

One by one, the lunged forward, cold blue eyes of the brown female meeting the red of her prey. A blood-curling scream, a splash of energon spreading on a still-standing wall of metal. The Other was dead. She went for more; barely a second between her two first kills. The green individual had tripped his first victim, and hit two more with his wings while standing on it, making them crash on whatever debris was in their way. A wicked grin was forming on his face.

The Black Mark had been considered a curse, even if giving the Chosen Ones much power, since it diluted their thoughts while using it, making them fight and kill whatever felt worth being dead to them. During that time, they had no remorse, ate nothing of their prey, only destroyed, as the Black Mark intended.

Razor had found a few more Others hiding or running from them further up the avenue. He made quick work of them. Them came the tricky part; finding the will to change back to normal. Eventually, all three morphed into their true selves, each's Mark fighting at the back of their conscious to be let free again. It wouldn't. They were too hungry. Energy was everywhere; inside the still warm bodies, on the rusted walls and debris, clogging on the dusted ground like blood. They ate fast, but felt guilty for the blue-eyed Others, and left their prone forms alone. Eventually, they were on the move again, their primary objective coming back into focus. They had to find the Source.

(End (of chapter!))

A/N: Okay, 12 cookies for anyone who can guess what Z-Gee, Wind, Bourler, Arrow, Razor, Marble and Frebb are. Good luck!

P.S.: I'm Deleting the story Oleum until I come up with a better direction with the story. Sorry! He and his buddies will be back soon. Oleum will be featured here (in this story) as his 2007 self.