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In the Wake Of Tomorrow

Chapter 2: New Beginnings

By Steph

"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end."

Space, the vast emptiness of the great unknown, blackness straightening out endlessly in every direction. To mankind it held great potential, the unknown pulling humanity to the stars in search of new life, new planets, new worlds, adventure. To the Cybertroians it held nothing more then a starless life, an endless time of searching and wondering looking for anything, any kind of hope from the night, from the darkness. From the moment they took to the stars on the fateful day the Allspark was lost, the true spark of Cybertron had died but it was not the loss of the Allspark that had left the planet void of life it was the loss of it's people. For they had taken the life and spark of their homeworld with them in their search throughout the galaxies.

Aboard the Ark, Optimus Prime's hulking figure stood almost frozen, his blue optics fixated on the viewing screen of Teletran 1. The blue mech watched the screen as the sun that gave his adoptive world vanished as a bright blue band of light engulfed the pulsing golden orb. Optimus's huge metal head fell as the light dimmed on the screen, leaving nothing more then the familiar darkness of space. Optimus's optics sensors darkened for a moment before he turned to Ratchet who was stood quietly watching along with Ironhide.

"I am not longer sensing Bumblebee's energy signature, he… is offline."

Ironhide's optics darkened before looking up at his commander.

"Do you believe it was wise? Allowing him to stay behind?"

Optimus turned his optics back to the screen, and begun calibrating some of Teletran's controls, his deep voice becoming introspective, the infinite wisdom of leadership echoing out from his words.

"Bumblebee wished to remain behind I respect his decision, Earth was more of a home to him then Cybertron ever was. Something about that planet, perhaps something about his friendship with Sam revived the spark that I feared was lost when he bravely confronted Megatron at Tyger pax."

Both mech's remained silent a solemn expression etched across their face plating, Ironhide in particular was distraught when Bumblebee wished to remain on Earth, but no one could argue. Earth had brought out the best in Bumblebee, his friendship with Sam reviving the loving, courageous little yellow mech, that the war had seemingly taken. Bumblebee was truly one of a kind, a mech that had touched the sparks and hearts of all those he met, loyal, courageous, loving, selfless Bee. It was no surprise the yellow scout had wished to remain with his friend, Ironhide admired Bumblebee's sense of loyalty and duty, being the guardian of Sam Witwicky, it was an obligation the yellow mech had no doubt taken to his spark…. He would surely be missed.

An eerily silence filled the Ark until the deep voice of Optimus echoed throughout the ship.

"Ratchet, report, how are the energon levels?" his voice echoed, though almost void of any life.

The medic turned towards the energon capacitors at ether end of the control room, both were glowing bright blue, Ratchet turned to examine the control panel, his blue optics blinking from side to side.

"Energon levels are holding sir" he hesitated, the medics voice rumbling just over the quiet hums of the engines.

"Earth's sun is.. Destroyed… energon harvest is complete"

Optimus turned towards his comrades, lifting his metal palm and signalling the autobots to gather before him, Ironhide, Arcee, Sideswipe, Ratchet, the twins and Jolt all gathered into the centre of the room. Not a single sound came from the mech's, even the twins were quiet seemingly aware of the saddened occasion, a respective silence filled the Ark and all optics turned towards Optimus. In a solemn voice the blue mech spoke.

"It is done" his deep voice rumbled.

"May we all honour the sacrifice made here today, may we forever remember the world that sheltered us in our time of need and gave us hope for the future, until all are one."

All mech's aboard the ship put a hand upon their chest plating. A gesture of respect to the fallen planet that had given much needed new hope to the cybertroian race. Blue optics blinked before each mech raised their fist towards the air.

"Until all are one" echoed throughout the Ark.

Three vorns had passed since that fateful day aboard the Ark and it was a bittersweet sort of admission. Upon arrival to Cybertron there seemed little hope that anything could be done to revive the lost planet..

Blackness festered out in every direction, an endless eternity of night looming outwards. Deep space, not even the stars shone, the uneven distribution of matter not reaching this far outwards even with the continuality of exploding supernovas, but it was here that one of the most prosperous civilisations of the universe had once flourished.

The ark blasted through the emptiness of space and finally after over seven earth months of endless searching, Cybertron was in sight, a buzz of excitement was evident amongst the crew, the gratification of what they had set out all those years ago to fight for now in sight… their homeworld awaiting to be revived and like a phoenix ready to be reborn from out of the ashes. All those years of fighting, suffering and death and it all came down to this, a new future for not one but two races of people.

The humans who had accompanied the cybertroians had fared well, chosen for both their ability to cope with space travel and their open minds and acceptance. It was difficult, the loss of earth and of the unknown was daunting, but Ratchet was confident they would adapt as the human race did.

After burners boomed hot white as the Ark descended down to the planet's surface, it was a rather shocking sight, especially for those who had fled Cybertron before the planet was destroyed. The planet was just as they had left it. Cold and dark, its craggy surface spider-webbed with deep fissures raging out from the dented metal surface, a reminisce of what it had once been. Great cities had once populated the planet's surface with great spiral towers of silver and ebony metal that shone brightly like the stars of the space beneath the orange burned sky. The capital city of Iacon, that had once stood proudly in the planet's centre the stronghold of the legendry temple that once held the Allspark and the guardian mech who were assigned to watch over it. Now the cities lay in ruins, eminent of the four million years of fighting scarring the lifeless landscape, lone metal shells littered the ground like corpses waiting to be buried were amongst the most common feature. Damaged metal structures laced the landscape, crystal formation of ice now lacing across the metal's frame work oxidising and rusting the great structures into the ground. It was a painful sight.

The bow of the Ark opened before hitting the ground with an all mighty thud, Optimus Prime stood on the ramp that lead to the outside world, the distant sun that provided the light for the planet shone upon the mech's blue armour. Tilting his head towards the sky, blue optics gazed across the scarred landscape, a horrible twinge of guilt shook the mech's spark. Optimus jumped slightly feeling a metal hand fall upon his shoulder, looking back Optimus spotted Ironhide behind him, sympathy laced in the weapon specialist's optics in understanding. This was the first time Optimus had returned to Cybertron since the loss of the Allspark, the sight of devastation around them shocking the blue autobot, it had been after all his the decision to launch the Allspark into deep space, Optimus was however shocked at the consequences. Just how many more worlds could be on his head? Optimus shook his metal head swearing to rectify what had come to pass, Earth's sacrifice will not be in vein, Cybertron will live again.

"Optimus?"

The voice shook the mech from his stupor, Optimus's blue optics blinked before he turned to face his comrades, all pairs of optics were focused upon him waiting in respective silence. Beside him, Ironhide blinked motioning slightly with one ebony metal hand towards the crowd, seemingly waiting for Optimus to speak.

"We will stay here for now upon the Ark. No one is to stray more then a mile from here, though unlikey,there could be some surviving decepticons still lurking in the shadows." A small mechanical growl ripped through the crowd of mechs. Optimus shook his head before turning his gaze towards Ironhide before back around the baron landscape.

"Ironhide."

Ironhide's optics flashed upwards before his metal frame stood in a formal stance.

"Sir?"

Optimus lifted one hand towards the Ark, before continuing.

"Strengthen the Ark's security systems, it is essential we keep the human's safe"

Ironhide nodded and proceeded forward back inside the ship, the sound of the mech's footsteps echoed away, a few of the others turned and left leaving only Optimus and Ratchet standing, staring out at the ruminants of their home.

"Do you believe it is possible Ratchet?"

The neon green medic paced forward to join his commander on the lower bower of the Ark.

"I do, I believe as long we hope, there is a chance."

Optimus nodded before turning his solemn gaze back out towards the distant horizon, the sun now was beginning to rise in the Cybertron sky, the sky burning more brightly then it ever had before and hopefully ever would again.

"We can only hope." Optimus voice echoed before Ratchet turned away and begun to pace back into the shadows of the Ark.

"I must go and check on our patience." he said softly, before heading inside and out of sight.

Optimus whirred softly to himself, gazing out on a world that was waiting to be reborn.

"Thank you Sam" he once again murmured, silently hoping that wherever the young human was, he was at peace. That much he deserved.

The energon harvested from earth's sun had soon begun to work it's life restoring magic, it had taken time, but like a forest ravaged by fire, old wounds soon began to heal, making way for new life and finally after four million years, Cybertron had begun to heal. Optimus soon sent a call out into deep space to gather any other remaining survivors, for the cybertroians to finally return to a place where they could for the first time in eons call home. The cities soon began to be raised from the ground flourishing with new life, the planet transformed as more and more survivors returned to the place in which they were sparked. The once orange burned sky now glowed bright purple, new hope and peace soon settled into the lives of the planet. The original humans brought to the planet thrived, being given equal status by Optimus Prime, the two races lived side by side in harmony together through comradeship and friendship. New life soon began to be sparked and for the first time in over four million years, sparklings ran and played through the streets, each new generation being told of the heroic tale of how an organic being who had joined Optimus prime in ending the war and bringing life back to Cybertron. A script of letters now lay engraved upon the entrance of the newly rebuilt temple of Iacon, in an ancient language from a distant world.

"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end."

Many passer-by's often glanced at it, pondering the meaning behind the intricate words, some studied it trying to date back the scripts origins. For a few, the meaning behind the sage words was nothing more then a painful remembrance, it was the loss of two dear friends.

Optimus gazed outwards upon the now flourishing city, the blue mech was stood in the centre of the Iacon temple where the primes of old had once stood before the Allspark, it had been over three vorns, yet not a day went by that Optimus did not think of the friends he had lost. Behind him stood Ironhide, the black mech now a combat instructor at the autobot training academy teaching younglings how to fire their first cannons. Like Optimus he bore the same feeling of loss that ached in his spark. It had dulled over the years but never had left.

"You miss them, don't you?" Ironhide's normally gruff voice was soft, the black mech gently strode forward to stand beside Optimus who was watching the bustling of the city below.

"Everyday" echoed the blue mech. Optimus turned his metal head towards the sky, Ironhide watched imitating the same gesture, aside from the few who knew, the citizens of Cybertron were blissfully unaware of the shier sacrifice made on their behalf.

Ironhide rumbled softly to himself before speaking.

"Not a day goes by where I don't think of them" the weapon specialist said softly shaking his ebony metal head. "It's not the same without them."

Optimus merely nodded his head in acknowledgement causing Ironhide metal face to frown, wordlessly Ironhide turned away, leaving Optimus alone in the silence of his loss.

The spark of Cybertron had seemingly be renewed with the return of it's people, the planet flourished and prospered and some had even begun to call it the new golden age.


The new youngling centre in the capital was an institution created for the birth of new sparklings, now with Allspark gone, new life was now hatched and fed with raw energon, given to new caretakers to adopt and nurture. Ratchet's optics blinked in shock as he examined one of the two new born hatchlings, picking up the nearest sparkling's body, he carefully cradled it to his chest. Ratchet's optics looked over the small form. The youngsters optics were bright green along with a small yellow protoform body. Bright optics seemed to be gazing up at him with a sense of familiarity, the intent stare of the sparkling caused Ratchet to freeze, memories began to flood his processor. The neon medic shook his head and began to scan, the medic froze as he came to the spark signature.

"What in the name of the Allspark?"

The medic re ran his scans, the signature matched, but… that was impossible. Ratchet quickly turned his optics to look at the other sparkling upon the metal berth, catching a pair of bright green optics. Ratchet's spark began to hum faster as he scanned the spark signature of the next sparkling it to matched a reading from long ago, his optics flashed in shock, there was no way… unless.

Ratchet whirled around the medical bay and located his assistant.

"Cliffjumper, get Optimus, We've got a situation."

To be continued.