A Primitive Heritage
by Zaru
Summary: The ancient Primes landed on Earth to harvest the sun for Energon. But when the Fallen left them for dead after realizing there were inhabitants on the planet, they merged part of their sparks within six of the humans knowing their legacy would live on within them.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers and the human characters belonging to Hasbro. Kia Hawkins belongs to weapon13whitefang. Bethany King belongs to Mrs. Optimus Prime. Zaru Kiys belongs to me.
A/n: This is an A.U. in part of The Fates Collide Series. And I'm sorry if it feels a little rushed here. I haven't been that good with detail lately. Please enjoy.
PROLOGUE
The Earth was filled with nothing but dirt and rocky plains. It seemed desolate and uninhabited. There was nothing for it to offer them. Yet they still insisted upon relocating themselves to such a place to see what it might bring them. And the quiet still of the planet was what brought the ancient Primes to the Earth in sensing a great source of warmth and power.
The seven primes landed on the Earth in great balls of meteors that practically shook the Earth as they landed in the water and sandy shore. A high eruption of water cascaded into the sky as four of the Primes emerged, dripping wet from their landing. The other three had to unbury themselves from the sand, the impact landing burying them deep within the ground.
Darvius Prime, his armored body the color of charcoal, thrust his hand from the sand, sputtering out the tiny grains in disgust from his small mouth.
"Pffft! This planet is uninhabited all right!" He ground his metal teeth together as he attempted to push himself up from his arrival spot. "Who would wish to live on a planet such as this?"
Reaper Prime just laughed at his brother's predicament. "Oh come now, Darvius. We shall not know anything until we've taken a look around on the planet. Surely there must be some form of life here if there is a liquid substance around." The copper colored mech gestured to the clear, blue water.
Another Prime pulled himself from the sand as well, shaking his entire body to rid the sandy remains. "Reaper is right, Darvius." He stated while holding out a hand for the stuck mech who gratefully took it. "There is a possibility of life here. Don't you agree, Quriin?" Elutus turned to his oldest Prime brother.
Quriin Prime wasn't paying attention. His red optics was staring at only one thing: The sun. It was the perfect star to harvest Energon from. Their fellow beings would be supplied for millennia with the amount it could produce. And he'd be damned to the Pit if there was life on this so-called planet to stop him from doing so. His comrades were far more important than anyone else.
"Quriin?" Elutus called to him again, thin metal fingers resting on his shoulder.
"Hm?" Quriin turned and came face-to-face with the youngest of the Primes. "What?"
Elutus blinked his blue optics. "We have seen no life thus far, but there is a chance some life is possible."
Quriin shook his head, his arm creaking as he lifted it to brush Elutus's hand from his shoulder. "If there is life, we should still harvest the Energon. We are an elite race and have a right to survive."
Chalius and Scythe, Prime twins of the same royal blue color, emerged from the blue water, shaking off the liquid, hoping their armor did not rust from it.
"Life is precious, Quriin. Do not forget." Scythe cracked his neck gears and plopped down on the sand while looking at the sun which was beginning to disappear from view.
"The sun is disappearing, Darvius." Morpheus, who had also appeared from the water stated while watching alongside Scythe. "Perhaps we should begin our search immediately. Otherwise we will not be able to decipher the layout of this planet."
Reaper let air escape through side vents. "We will be unable to move fast enough to scour this entire planet. It might be best to recharge until the sun appears once more to continue our scan of the area."
Quriin wished to argue Reaper's suggestion, but he decided against it. He mentally growled. Time was of the essence and only to delay the harvesting was making him angry. Death be to all those who may roam within this world. They were not important enough. And if they were unable to survive without their sun, why should a weak race be able to continue living on anyway?
The seven Primes made themselves comfortable amongst the rocky plains surrounding the beach. Darvius and Morpheus watched as the night's bright orb lit the waters, the waves rolling in continuously, pounding against the sandy shores. The others, except for Quriin were already in recharge, gathering up enough energy to begin their investigation of the unknown sphere they landed on. Quriin, unbeknownst to the others, snuck away from his brothers to have some time for himself before off lining himself.
The Prime clutched the metal tentacles surrounding his head, his crimson gaze growing darker as several thoughts moved through his processor. With as much energy the planet's sun was giving off, the Primes would be heroes back on Cybertron. To harvest such a high amount of Energon that could last eons would be a dream come true for them. But if there was a species here, adapted to the current world's condition, he and his brethren would have to leave and seek their main source of energon elsewhere.
But no. He could not allow that to happen. There were no other planets in the galaxy with such an amazing sun.
On one hand though, they would build the harvester while searching for life. If, by the time the harvester was finished and none was found, they would turn on the machine using their legendary key and gather the Energon. Quriin just had to make sure nothing made their presence known if anything. With that happy thought in his memory banks, the eldest Prime fell into a deep recharge.
It had been at least three sun cycles since they arrived and only halfway finished building the machine. The Primes had found the perfect spot where the sun would be at its highest, allowing them to start the machine when the time came.
Morpheus who was crafting the metals together at the bottom, kept a close optic on Quriin who seemed withdrawn from them lately. If only he knew the reason why, he might be able to say something to get him back to normal. Because running off in the middle of a nightly recharge and coming back when the cycle ended was not in his nature. Wherever he planned to run off to next was unknown. But that was a Prime for you.
Perhaps he was only curious about the condition of the world they came upon. But of course, with Quriin as the eldest of them all, it seemed he was merely looking out for his brothers, to protect them if there was anything to be called dangerous on such a primitive planet.
They knew no words, but their facial expressions and body language were able to do the talking for them. The people adapted to knowing what each other needed and only lived simple lives. To take what was wanted at the moment was the only way for them to live. If more was taken, their people would no longer be able to thrive and be wiped out before they could even begin.
The cave dwellings of the primitive humans stretched for miles within the rocky cliffs of the desert. These homes, they were thankful for as their hard homes protected them from high heat of the warm ball that moved slowly above the Earth.
Men and women kept themselves free of as much covering as possible, but had enough to keep themselves covered where was necessary. Their children were also the same, able to move freely until their bodies changed, showing what should not be seen unless you were a mated pair.
Within the desert sands, small children played until they could no longer breathe under the unbearable heat and were in need of water to drink to help cool them back down. The older female children fancied staying in the cool caves watching their mothers teach them how to skin animals and cook them properly over a roaring fire. The rest of them, all the men and older boys, went out to hunt for the entire tribe, training in the process.
Spears and knives made of bone and rock were wielded to protect themselves from the wild nature that befell them while on their hunt. If only these weapons mass produced would protect them from what lay in the middle of the desert sands.
Reaper grabbed a piece of metal from an opening in his leg and welded it to the middle of the harvesting machine. He was grumbling every few minutes as tiny sand grains kept flying into the small crevices of his armor plating. If only they could work on this faster and leave the planet just as quickly as they landed.
The dark colored transformer Elutus Prime just laughed to himself. He understood the pangs of dealing with the consequences of temporarily relocating to a new planet until their mission was done. A new planet that we have yet to find life on. He shook his head and continued with his work along with the Prime twins Chalius and Scythe.
Morpheus was settled down for a moment's rest while staring at their potential resource of energy. It wasn't until he sensed movement from his scanning sensors that he alerted his brethren to a possible enemy approaching.
"So there is life on this planet." He stated while standing, gears groaning with each movement he made.
They were in pursuit of a wild beast wandering the desert sands, but had to hurry quickly as the sandstorms covered the tracks. The leader of the hunting party, a gray-haired old man with dark skin covered in white tribal paint, motioned with his hand for the others to come along quietly when he spotted a wild tiger in the distance sunning itself on a large boulder.
As they moved along, one of the youngest members of the hunt, turned to look the other way to make sure there were no other animals in the vicinity. Crouching out of sight behind a couple cacti, the low flying sands helped with his invisibility. His dark eyes squinted seeing blurred figures in the distance. When the sandy grains died down, his eyes widened in fear. What he noticed was unlike anything he nor his tribe had ever seen before.
The rest of the Primes were alerted to the situation and readied themselves for a possible on scale attack by the inhabitants. Their weapons at the ready, all seven stood in a semicircle waiting.
The men made their way up a small cliff that overlooked most of the desert, hoping to get a better view of the invaders of their land. The leader crawled the rest of the way up while the others stayed behind to keep a look out if they tried to sneak an attack from behind.
Darvius and Chalius blinked repeatedly from the high-rise sun overhead. Elutus set a gigantic foot forward. He couldn't believe it. There was actually life on this planet. Even after scanning and scouting for several cycles, there had been no sign. So then, where did they come from? How were they able to be undetected by their advanced sensors? But all that was left for later when They finally appeared.
The two races faced off against one another, the robotic species on the ground and the organic species on top of the cliff. Reaper turned to Scythe realizing the small humans were not going to attack them. Even though they looked feral with their odd colors, he could sense some nervousness and bitter feelings coming from them.
The leader stared down at the aliens. He couldn't tell whether or not they were an enemy or a possible friend. But he knew there was nothing like them anywhere in the land. Although his people never traveled anywhere else for hundreds of years believing staying in one place was the safest thing.
His people understood no words. No speech. So there was a less of a chance to communicate with each other. But as the staring continued, each realized no one was ready to move. Could it possibly mean a chance of no violence?
Quriin huffed, his arms folded together. How could Elutus have them retract their weapons against those weak and pathetic life forms? If they were true warriors, those organics would have insisted on fighting. Just his luck that he wouldn't have the chance to kill anything even though his cold weapons were itching to be fired off at something.
But, according to the Prime Oath, freedom is the right of all sentient beings. And since the Earth's people did not raise their weapons, just curiosity, they had every right to live. And that was something Quriin did not agree with. Even though his internal processor insisted on following the Prime Code and Oath, it was unfortunate he wasn't able to agree with it. Because of the people, now they were not able to harvest the sun for Energon and would leave immediately as soon as a Cybertronian craft was available to pick them up.
It would take at least several cycles and until then, they were stuck with curious humans poking around at their armor and the harvesting machine which they decided to destroy before their departure. However, the eldest Prime had other plans for the machine. An evil smirk appeared. He would be the savior for his planet and would make sure they never heard of life on the planet he suddenly wished destruction upon.
Scythe and Chalius made themselves comfortable outside of the cave dwellings as several of the tribeswomen and men became very wary of the newcomers. Chalius held back a grin when a little girl threw a pebble stone at Scythe's leg causing him to jolt backwards, making the sands rise around him.
The royal blue mech narrowed his optics at his twin brother. "How dare that little organic!" He growled, checking his leg for any damage. "I thought they were a docile race, Chalius?"
"Don't get your armor in a twist, Scythe. It is just a little organic having fun."
"Damaging royalty? Is that what they are taught is fun?"
Chalius shook his head and stared down at the humans. One of them was much closer than the others dared to be. She had long brown hair that looked a little disheveled from lack of combing and bright green eyes practically bore into his own bright blue optics. He deterred his gaze away from her hoping she was gone before looking back, but she remained as still as ever just staring. What is it about this being?
Elutus, Morpheus and Reaper were in the process of trying to find some way to communicate with the human race, but no go. The leader kept shrugging his shoulders, not understanding a single word they were saying since all they heard were clicks and whirs coming from their vocal processors.
Reaper rubbed his forehead. "Elutus, there is no way we can communicate with this planet's inhabitants. Perhaps we should just leave them to their own and relocate to another place where the ship can pick us up."
Elutus shook his head. "No. I am not going to give up. This is a new species we have discovered, Reaper. If we are able to find a way, there's a chance we can learn about them."
"Is it worth the aggravation? They do not say a word. Nothing comes from their mouths. If what they have are called mouths to them."
Elutus shrugged. "They just don't have a language to speak of."
Still not understanding their newfound friends, the leader wondered how else he would be able to talk to them. Perhaps a gift of peace and friendship was in order to share? A gift would show them their good nature. Smiling a little, he threw a hand so the Primes would stop whatever they were doing for a moment.
"Hmm?" Morpheus was confused. The leader wanted to either say or show something. But without speech, there was no way to ask what. Especially when they didn't even understand a word of Cybertronian. "What is it, organic creature?"
He walked away from them quickly, only to return several moments later with quite a slew of young females who bore no resemblance to another nor covered with the odd coloring the rest of the tribe was wearing.
Elutus did not understand what was going on. Why were they there? What was he supposed to know? He shook his head and shrugged his own shoulders. "I do not understand."
Reaper had looked around the cave dwellings earlier and noticed that one side of the species cared for the little organics, with many holding new life in their arms and many of the delicate side of them appeared to have a huge growth in their bellies. There was much he wanted to comprehend by studying them, but what he was confused about was how the tiny beings came to be. Did they have some sort of power for them to be created? But it wasn't until he peeked into one of the caves earlier that cycle when the sun was at its lowest and encountered what appeared to be a bonding in process, them not even caring who was eyeing them.
And it seemed the one on top was the dominant of the species while the one with
Elutus glanced over at Reaper who was currently digging into his memory banks of information.
"What is it you are thinking, brother?"
"Hm. Well, Elutus, I was inspecting this species earlier this cycle wondering how they are able to create so many of their kind."
"And?"
"The dominant of the species, I believe, are the ones who supply the energy to create such little creatures inside of the submissive."
"They merge sparks as we Cybertronians do?" Morpheus's optics widened slightly in amusement. Perhaps they weren't as different. "Have you seen their sparks?"
"No. But the dominant carries some type of power source here." Reaper pointed to the juncture where his legs joined together. "This is where their power lies I believe to help create their race."
Elutus was taken aback. If this race had that kind of power in just one body to create life without merging sparks together, what pray tell did the weaker half have to sustain the little ones? This species was strong, that was for certain. And he definitely wished to stay with them further to learn more.
"That is incredible." To learn about the creation of life beyond merging sparks and using the All-Spark to give life? It was a chance of a lifetime. But it brought him somehow to deeper inquiries. If the power source was possibly the same as their own, could a chance be that a Cybertronian and a specimen of this species create a life within as well?
He had been thinking to himself, yet asked the question, "Would it work?"
Reaper and Morpheus were bewildered by the Prime's question and did not know how to answer right away.
Quriin, on the other hand, rather wanted to stay away from the human species. It would no doubt anger him further about finding them alive on one of the only planets left in the galaxy with a sun. He sighed, air venting from the sides of his face. Take all the time you wish with them, brothers. They will not be here for long. His face tentacles wriggled with glee. I will harvest this sun with or without your help. I will finish that machine and bring back the largest supply of Energon our race has ever seen.
He was getting frustrated. His hands kept moving of their own trying to get them to pay attention, but it seemed they were more interested in what each other had to say instead of being happy with the presents he provided them.
The girls stood there like statues unmoving. All had been pulled away from their own homes only to be dragged to the weird foreigners invading their spaces. What could their leader possibly want them for? The only conclusion was to give them away as slaves and presents to them. Never before had there been a need for a worldly trade until then. And it was not like they had anything really to give the tall beings except what they already had.
Chalius and Scythe vacated their spots earlier, Chalius happy that the human from earlier was pulled away, protesting with grunts and shouts. If he had to keep his optics on her, there was no chance of him leaving the area at all. But with freedom at last from that intense stare, he and his twin stomped their way through the sands near Morpheus who was standing away from Elutus and Reaper stuck in a conversation between one another.
"Elutus, what is going on, my brother?" Scythe crossed his metal arms.
Reaper filled them in. "I believe they are trying to give us some of their weaker side of the species here. Although, I do not know why when they are rather important in their thriving continuance to live. It seems - "
"What do you mean?" Chalius interrupted. "What is so special about them?" He pointed to the females and took a gander and practically gasped. One of them in the small herd was the same girl who was taken away from them. Not that one again.
"They are able to hold life within them, Chalius. That is what is so special about them."
Hold life within their weak bodies? They must be powerful even though they don't look it.
"Are they giving them to us? As a token of friendship maybe?"
How he wished he could consult with the tribal leader! Elutus's pain receptors kicked in. My processor can't take this much. "Reaper, you try and see if we are right." He turned around and headed for one of the boulders lined just several feet away.
Reaper let out what appeared to be a sigh and used his own body to speak back to them. Kneeling down, he opened one of his hands on the sand and gestured for one of the girls to come forward. With a smile on the man's face, the Prime knew he was doing something right.
He took a spear that was held by one of the young men and used it to push the girl into the waiting mech's hand. She seemed hesitant at first and looked over, pleading with her eyes not to have to go. His aged dark eyes shut as his head shook as if to say, 'I am sorry. You must go for the good of our people.' With a deep breathe, her bare feet moved across the heated sand into the waiting hand of Reaper.
Slowly, he lifted her up enough to see her close-up. Her hair was as black as the nights on Cybertron and her eyes… he couldn't resist smiling at those eyes of hers. They were the color of this planet's sky. How he was ready to study what made this being so strong inside with a couple of quick scans. Thus began the research of the human race and what was to come in the future.
T.B.C…
A/n2: Well, sorry if this is a little bit of a rushed prologue, but the next chapter is where the present story will begin with several flashbacks throughout. J Thank you for reading.
