Let me respond to a review or two right quick.

Guest: To be fair, no one was even around to find the recordings, and the Tomb of Sparks was pretty much impossible to get into without some serious manpower (which Atlas, and therefore the SDC, have an abundance of). So it's not like the recordings were 'public'; in fact, those from Hound were meant for Optimus, and Optimus meant his recordings for whomever he deemed worthy and those who were reasonably curious (people like Ozpin).

awesomerebel55: Well of course it needs some work, I'm only 18. The idea of an interplanetary speech with the technology levels of Remnant is sort of not-really-possible. However, that does give me an idea…. Cue lightbulb. Idea confirmed. Thanks AR-55 (mind if I call you that?).

To place this current set of events, the beginning part is set 2 years before Initiation (when Ruby's a freshman in Signal), the middle is mere months prior to Initiation (around the time of the 'trailers'), and the last bit is about half a year after the beginning bit of this chapter (around Vol 3 Ep 7). Setting set. I think…

Disclaimer in Ch. 1. Initial warning in Ch. 1. You have been warned and disclaimed. Wait… what?

Prime Heroes

A RWBY/Transformers Crossover Fanfiction

Chapter 1: Gigatron Rises, a Knight Falls

Wilhelm Schnee personally led the research division for the mysterious shards of metal found in the strange tomb. So far, experiments have proven fruitless, but when given a power source one of the shards began to react strangely. Lately he's been inviting his eldest daughter Winter to join the research, especially today. For today, the team would be performing the final experiment: they would be providing the shard with a permanent power source and placing it in an Atlesian Knight. At this time, the shard had just been given the new power source.

"Reaction normal," said the lead scientist from within the lab. The Schnees themselves were in a viewing area, watching the process from afar. "Now placing shard in the Knight."

When the men in hazmat suits placed the round power core containing the shard inside the chest of the Knight, the machine reacted with the shard in the strangest way: despite being powered down, the Knight came to life and began shaking violently, making strange noises the entire time. Wilhelm's eyes widened as the robot stopped rattling and began transforming. The dull gunmetal gray turned into red-lined silver as the eyes of the machine became more eye-like. After the reaction, the machine looked far more humanoid than it was initially designed to be. What surprised them all was when the machine spoke.

"What worthless facility am I in," it said with a growling voice which reminded Wilhelm of a demon in horror movies but hundreds of times more terrifying. Wilhelm walked over to the microphone in the viewing area and spoke to the machine.

"That is classified knowledge," said the oldest Schnee. A dark growl emanated from the machine.

"Classified to whom as what," it demanded.

"Classified to me as top secret," the man responded. The experiment chuckled, sounding even more demonic in so doing.

"That means nothing to me, fleshling," was the drone's words before attempting to break loose from its Lightning Dust alloy restraints. "I deserve to know where I am after you revived me."

"I think we deserve to know just what you are first," Wilhelm answered. Another chuckle echoed through the lab.

"I go by many names, fleshling," it began. "Some call me Master, others Great Menace. Only a few made the mistake to call me Servant. You humans called me a machine at first before you graciously revived me the second time. If I remember correctly, you named my second body 'Galvatron'. I don't know what you call me now, but my race called me a great destroyer, Megatron.

"I once watched over your pitiful race in envy after my second revival," Megatron continued. "Then you created that blasted dragon, and I became naught but folklore. I assume Optimus defeated it after it annihilated my body; else you would not be here. Or is this only a few years after my second fall?"

"Who is this 'Optimus'," Wilhelm demanded. General Ironwood walked in at that moment.

"He is my enemy, a weakling of a Prime defending you fleshlings," Mega/Galva-Tron answered. "All I ever wanted was the survival of our race under my rule, but he fought against us with his wretched auto-bots and defeated me twice. He left your planet the same day he defeated Lockdown, some odd fellow who tried to tell us that our race were all but creations of a master race of some kind. Since that dragon creature is no longer destroying in sight, I assume he returned.

"But that is unimportant," Megatron snapped. "Why are you humans so adamant in knowing these things? More importantly, why do you insist on asking me? I thrice tried to destroy your world, after all."

"We are men of science," Wilhelm explained. "It is our duty to ask such questions."

"Of course you are. Now will you describe Remnant, or must I continue purging your technology network for the knowledge I asked for?"

The scientists in the room were in shock at the advancement of this machine already, but this was the nail in the coffin. Ironwood and Wilhelm both internally decided that this 'Megatron' character was too dangerous to be kept alive any longer. A large Dust cannon rose from beneath the raised observation room as all scientists in the lab scrambled to explosive-proof glass protection. At the push of a button, the Megatron machine was no more. At least, that was the initial plan—Megatron absorbed the Dust blast and further evolved with its power, becoming more human in form by the second. After the final transformation, Megatron looked like he was more human than machine, just a little too well-armored. Furthermore, it looked as if the shard in its chest was now glowing red instead of blue. When it spoke, it no longer sounded like it was Megatron, but rather a human voice combined with that of Megatron.

"Now I am become Gigatron," the newly-born son of Megatron growled. "Destroyer of all worlds. Bow before my power."

Gigatron broke out of the lab and ran at full steam towards Vale. Unbeknownst to all the scientists and officers, a young Weiss Schnee saw the entire incident from a hiding place she'd found and been trapped in for the duration of the experiment.

Maxwell Cerulean disowned his family only a couple of years after he became the owner of the Matrix of Leadership. He took on the name Maximus Prime, as the Primes called him. Now, five years after the incident, he had greater control of his 'Semblance', or his Prime form as he called it. Technically his Semblance was a massive one, but he actually only had a small one with great power: the power of the Matrix.

As of late, he'd recently graduated from Signal Academy at the top of his class. Nearly a month passed since graduation when he felt a great unease. His heart which became the blue Spark in his chest felt a heavy weight bear down on it. Several weights, actually; several of those weights, those pressures, were good in nature, somewhat guilty for the death of something now reborn, but one was far more powerful. That one was so powerful that it made him feel weak. It felt as if someone who had died had just risen from the dead by means of a supernatural force. Even worse, he felt as though someone he knew took the soul of the deceased into their own body.

'Optimus,' Maximus spoke to the former Prime through his Spark. 'What is this dreadful feeling, and why is it here, now?'

"I do not know," Optimus answered after a few moments of silence. "Perhaps Megatron has finally been reborn into your world. Regardless, keep an eye out; I doubt this presence will side with us."

'Understood,' Max responded before continuing down his path. Whatever was going on, it was far more powerful than the presence of Megatron, even than the mere mention of the Dragon Optimus spoke of. If this were to become a problem, Max needed another Prime to aid him in a battle.

Like the Primes, the Knights of Virtue were great warriors blessed with a portion of the power of Optimus Prime. When the Prime died, his sword split into 8 blades, the Matrix into 9 shards: the swords each received a Matrix shard, reserving the final Matrix shard for the next Prime. These blades were made to seek out men with a mighty virtue, each one different from the rest. The first Knights of Virtue were Knighted on a day when the Maidens were accused of heresy and sentenced to death in the home village of the Knights. The Knights rescued the Maidens and split to defend one Maiden with two Knights.

The Blades of Virtue were united with the powers of their respective Matrices, tied to their Knights by the Virtues each Knight possessed. The blades were as follows: Justice; Faith; Chivalry; Honesty; Honor; Courage; Hope; and Sacrifice. The owner of each respective blade shared their strongest Virtue with the Virtue of each blade and gave each blade power accordingly—for example, the Blade of Courage was attracted to men with great courage, and the man with the greatest courage would give it the greatest strength. The blades would also empower each Knight with the same power the blades gain from each owner.

Solomon Arc was born blind, yet from his great faith he received new sight (A/N: his senses are so keen that it's like a second pair of eyes, but he's still legally blind) when he became the Knight of Faith at 16. As such, he was designated to guard the Fall Maiden on her journeys alongside the Knight of Honesty. No one believed he could do such a thing, but he proved them wrong when he dueled the Knight of Courage only weeks after he was Knighted, beating his opponent without so much as looking in his direction. Now, 4 years after his initial knighting, he was almost stronger than all of the other Knights, yet trusted beyond even the Maidens.

As of now, he was guiding the Fall Maiden, Amber, alone—since the Knight of Honesty was away, he was to guard the Maiden wherever she went. Not that he had a problem with it, as he'd developed a sort of courtship with the woman, as well as being able to handle himself in a fight. He guided the horse along, smiling as he went.

Suddenly, she asked him to stop despite the path being clear. He nodded and brought the horse to a stop.

"What is it, milady," the 20 year old Knight asked the Maiden. She knelt along the side of the path and held out an apple to what seemed to be nothing to his eyes. He knew she could see what he could not, but he had a dark suspicion that something or someone else was watching them, after a power which was not theirs. Mere seconds after she knelt, he noticed it: three figures surrounding the two, weapons drawn as if ready to attack at any moment. One held a Grimm-like parasite presumably to drain the Aura from one entity to the master of the creature. He immediately realized what was going on: the attackers were using a visual Semblance to distract Amber so they could strike her in the blind spot.

"I sense an ambush, milady," Solomon stated hurriedly, slightly concerned for her safety. "A sensory Semblance is affecting your vision. I suggest we move along immediately."

As soon as he said those words, the female controlling the Semblance made her move, only to be blocked by a mighty blue Blade of Virtue.

"I sense the parasite," the Knight warned. "I know what it can do. I shall not let you succeed in your goal."

He tossed the psychic away before charging a young man with prosthetic weaponized legs and went for a swift jab to the gut, which the man predictably blocked with both legs to save his life while risking injury. Clearly this young man was unconcerned with his own well-being. Solomon sensed Amber powering up the powers of the Fall Maiden, and he mistakenly relaxed, placing his full faith in her survival. Unbeknownst to him, an enemy came behind him undetected, a sword of his own in hand.

A sharp pain tore through Solomon's chest, tearing his lungs and diaphragm. Someone's lips came close to his left ear to whisper.

"Faith is an illusion," a rattling voice spoke, sounding somewhat inhuman. "To have faith is to trick the mind and soul into believing what might be a falsehood. Your faith and might are great because your heart and mind are weak fools who feel the need for knowledge despite the risk of betrayal. Putting your whole faith in a falsehood could cost you your life. If you survive, know this: faith is deadly without wisdom. Even a fool knows that."

The blade twisted, shredding Solomon's heart and stomach, ripping open numerous arteries, breaking bones and pulverizing flesh before withdrawing from Solomon's chest.

The Blade of Faith fell to the ground with a clatter as the Knight fell to his knees. The world began to fade around him as the parasite began draining his beloved of her Aura. He knew he could do nothing about it, so he only made one last promise of faith.

"Someday, a man will stand victorious over you," Solomon swore. "He will hold a blade stronger than even a Maiden with her two Knights. With my dying breath, I curse you to be slain by a Blade of Unity, held by a man of Virtue beyond all doubt. He shall seem weak to you, but by his blade you shall be slain, and your evil will fall to his sword."

'Do me proud, Brother,' Solomon thought as he began to fade from this world, coughing up blood and bits of torn flesh. 'Bring peace to this world at last… Jaune Arc.'

End

A/N: Damnation that was dark. It went from simply machines killing machines to men recreating Megatron and finally outright murder of two lovers. I hope that last bit made at least some sense, what with the Knights and all. And in terms of the Matrix breaking into nine pieces, it's actually the full Matrix, not the Matrix of Leadership; the Matrix of Leadership/Primes is stronger than all of them, but the Matrices of the Virtues are essentially the power Optimus gains as a Knight when he drew the sword in the fourth Bay movie. The last enemy featured in this chapter is none other than the one I literally just created at the beginning. I have a plan for Jaune, and it'll actually come as one big shock.

I think that's about everything story-wise. In other news, I've officially posted my first eBook to Amazon Kindle (sadly for 99 cents, but there wasn't a 'free' option). Also, on 9/11, I'm going to post a Speedpaint video to YouTube in commemoration of the terrorist attacks on the Twin Towers about 15 years ago, hopefully followed by a bit of a pep talk on the channel (Channel Name: "Joshua Clark (Face-First Gaming)" excluding quotation marks). You'll see it when I post it.

Damn it all, I've just put myself into a dark mood. You guys already know the drill, so I guess I'll see you all next chapter. Texas, out.