Cybertron was something once to be beheld. A glorious planet, now war torn and in ruins. Walking through the scorched crumbling ruins of Iacon city, left me with an empty feeling, like a hole had been punched through my spark chamber.

The sky was a dull gray today, adding to the erie gloom radiating through the city. I didn't think any decepticons were likely to attack, giving me clear access to the one last ships this side of the planet.

I had known about it for years, but left it where it lay... There was still a war to fight after all. But today, that changed. What was left of the Cybertronian race, both Autobot and Decepticons alike, had fragmented into roving divisions of scavengers. There was no leadership aside from self appointed leaders per group.

I had been in one of those groups, my old Troop from the war days; but most were dead or gone at this point.

It wasn't a fight for supremacy anymore, but rather for supplies, energon, the very essence of our life force.

Things were getting desperate, and that's why I had to leave. I could have easily joined one of the off world colonies, formed during the middle of the war. But I knew that wouldn't accomplish much.

No, I needed to find the last Prime, Optimus.

He had left the planet in search of something top secret, and then he had never come back.

He needed to know the state of Cybertron, know what was happening there... But I'll admit I had personal motives. He'd taken my best friend with him...

So this is why, nearly three vorns after my departure, I'm currently plummeting through the atmosphere of earth; my ship damaged by an asteroid; and my doom seemingly interested in taking my spark before my mission is complete. I HOPE I hit something soft...

{Autobot Missile Silo}

"Optimus, we have an incoming distress signal! It's coming from... The grand canyon!"

Fowler perked up at Rachet's declaration, eager for something to. Actually happen. It'd been quiet for the past few weeks with record low Con activity and no new relics to snag. Boring, as the kids put it.

" Is it Autobot?" Optimus asked, striding over to the monitors where Rachet was furiously trying to get some information.

"Cybertronian. No distinct designation." He was using sattelites to pin point the fallen ship's coordinates.

"We need to check it out!" Fowler declared, scurrying down the steps, looking official in hopes of getting Optimus to bring him along. If the Autobot leader declined, Fowler would slip through anyway. It seemed easy enough for the kids to do.

"Very well, agent Fowler. Rachet, we may need medical assistance; Bulkhead, we may need a wrecker. Arcee and Bumblebee, man the gate and watch the kids."

Bumblebee charged over to the bridge controls, but Arcee's hand snagged his.

"My turn, big guy."

Bee grumbled, but lumbered to the side as Arcee punched in the coordinates and pressed the lever down.

The bright green vortex sprung to life, and before long, three of the autobots and Fowler had stepped through.

Arcee closed it behind them and grumbled. "Not fair."

"At least you have us." Jack grinned.

"Careful, Jackson, I can still squash you like a bug."

-Hey!- Bee beeped. -I do NOT squish easy.-

"Says you."

-Do not-

"Prove it."

-How on Cybertron am I supposed to prove that?-

{Grand Canyon}

"Look at all that smoke. We should just be lucky there weren't any tourists today." Fowler mused as Optimus carried him across the expanse. The massive gap that was the grand canyon wasn't too far from their current location.

A massive plume of smoke slowly wafted up from a large damaged vessel sitting precariously on the edge of the canyon.

"Indeed, Agent Fowler. Autobots, proceed with utmost caution. We do not know who is on board." Optimus declared, setting Fowler down so he would be out of danger.

Everyone tensed as the ship shuddered, and a wall pulled away, forming into a ramp that smoothly slid down and touched the sandy ground. Optimus shifted his mask into place, fist morphing into a cannon.

The smoke from the ship initially shrouded the figure in a veil of darkness, but they soon emerged from the haze. It was a femme, a mech with a slim build save for two large jet propellers jutting out above her shoulders. She massaged her head.

Optimus, instantly lowered his cannon and Rachet sprang into action.

"By the all spark! Wind Blade!"

Alright, so first I'd like to spout off the disclaimer. No, I do not own Transformers... And if I did, Bay would not have made the transformers movies. ANYWAY.This story will have liberties on Transformers lore. It's an Au of sorts, and has some elements of Cyberverse with the Prime characters. It's gonna be a weird mix up of sorts.So, anywho. Till next time, I bid you adieu. - Darkwolfthewriter