PROLOGUE:
A meteor flies through the dark and lonely solar system known as space. It flew through the dark area of stars like it was heading for something. It glowed like a light bulb with 15,000 watts that was lit on fire. It had a long and flaming tail that stretched probably over 100 miles but only looked like an inch from Earth.
Earth, the direction from which the meteor was heading as if it was frightened to death of the blue planet. Echoes could be heard of the meteor, like an engine roaring through space.
At a much closer look, the meteor was made of, metal. It also had the shape of a F-22 Raptor Jet but much more bulkier. Sparks jolted from the sides of the jet as if it had been damaged by something. It jolted to a quick right and left and began to descend. It began to direct itself towards the moon that was shining bright gray from the direct sunlight of the blazing hot sun.
As the jet became only a few yards away, it began to mechanically transform itself. The wings of the jet flung up and flipped itself around. Arms began to unfold out from the center of jet and form hands at the tip. Wires strung from the arms and released electric shocks. The tip of the jet shifted downwards and formed the waist of the figure. Thighs began to form as legs began to un-ravel downwards. Feet strung out of the leg and planted itself on the moon's rocky surface. Wire's strapped from the waist up to what seemed as the neck of the robot. The head began to rise up quickly and the guns of the jet shifted to its wrists.
This was Starscream, the once loyal bodyguard of Megatron the betrayed it's team and fled into space. It had come from battle with the Auto-bots and left his fellow teammates to fight for themselves.
"Megatron, come in." said his deep mechanical voice.
Starscream was expecting a scream from Megatron but heard nothing but a loud static screech. Could Megatron have lost? Did Optimus Prime and the Auto-bots defeat the Decepticons? He didn't have much of a choice but to keep trying to gain communication.
"Megatron, come in, this is Starscream. Report!"
Nothing but a sizzling static screech.
"Could it be true? Could Megatron truly be dead, our Lord Megatron!" he asked himself.
Megatron and the remains of the Decepticons were being dumped into the ocean as he spoke. He was the last Decepticon alive and he regretted it.
"Damn you Optimus Prime!" he screamed.
He raised his fist high into the air, it stuck in the center of the sun's view. It looked like a giant metal claw was blocking the entire sun.
Suddenly, just as he was about to slam his fist, he stopped. Electrical circuits zapped around his entire body and his eyes dimmed. He fell to his knees with a loud thump. A large crack widened across the moon's surface, much like an earthquake.
Starscream's giant robot body fell down and collapsed from exhaustion
The sounds of hyper powered jet engines roared loudly as a bulky craft approached the crater dotted moon. Upon the bridge of this peculiar ship was a man in a red suit. He had black pants and boots that shined like leather. His left hand was raised as he stroked his large orange moustache. His eyes, which were covered by dark glasses, watched the bridge viewing window as the he neared the moon. Large blue goggles were on top of his head and were strapped tight.
Doctor Ivo Robotnik was this man. Or in the slang of his enemies, Dr. Eggman. Whatever he is called, he is one of the greatest scientific minds the world has ever known. He specializes in crafting precise deadly war machines. Which leads to why he pursued the fleeing mech that escaped to the moon. The way they moved, the way the acted. These machines amazed the doctor. Were they actual robots? Or were they an alien species? These questions lead the doctor after the one that survived the vicious brawl between two separate groups of these fascinating beings. Now he saw it. The last of them. Laying in a pile of metal on the moon's surface.
"Good," Robotnik said aloud. That would mean he would come without a fight. "Prepare for capture".
As the ship hovered above the large machine, a blue gravity lift descended down upon it. Slowly, it began to rise up the lift into the large hangar doors of Robotnik's ship. The Doctor swiveled in his large chair and walked over to the elevator which would take him to his newly acquired weapon. The ship changed course and began to descend back to the planet. Robotnik put his hands behind his back as he watched the lights on the elevator that indicated which level of the ship he was at. As "MAIN HANGAR BAY" lit in a red light, the doors slid open and Robotnik stepped out. His flying mechs had already stood the machine in a standing position. As they hooked large plugs into several joints on the robot, Robotnik nodded to the hangar control room. The operator flipped a few switches, and a electrical pulse was sent through the cables into the machine. Sparks flew out in all directions as the worker mechs flew for cover. Robotnik merely stood with his back in perfect posture as he watched the machine recharge. Loud humming was heard and the head began to light up. It slowly swiveled around, observing the hangar. The eyes fixed on Robotnik.
"It's a pleasure to see one of your kind close up. Allow me to introduce myself… I am Dr. Robotnik," the doctor says as he bows.
The machine gave him a long stare.
"Where have you taken me…?" it questioned.
"You are aboard my glorious battleship. I have re-activated you to ask for your.. "assistance".. in my plan to rule this world," Robotnik said, standing upright again.
"…….Go on.." the machine responded.
Robotnik smiled very widely. His usual evil smile when he had finally gotten what he wanted.