MMMR: Parallel Works Prime
Before the ages remember...there were the two brothers..
Created and endowed with sentience by the Forerunners, the two set forth into the unknown reaches of the Cosmos, directed to gather the energies of life...
But one brother soon found that the energies he had formed together soon became their own sparks...the foundation of a sentient living being. Taking compassion on these creatures, the Brother, known as Primus, formed his own being around the Thirteen Sparks, creating the first of our race.
The Primes of Cybertron...
Believing that he had found his mission, Primus and his brother formed a symbiont relationship. The brother would unify and coronate energies from stars in order to fuel the expansion of Primus' children and to sustain their limited sparks and the Primes would become the inheritors of their legacy.
Until the vanishing of the Forerunners...until the Great War of the Shattered Skies...
We know little of what occurred during that endless war...only that we emerged victorious over the Abyss that sought to swallow our race and both of the brothers were lost.
Upon the world the Cybertron, the successors of the Primes held the final gift off their Father, the Matrix of Leadership. Containing the power and wisdom of Primus passed down and increased by the primes of eons passed, the transformer who held the Matrix and was found worthy led our people into a Golden Age.
But like all things, this age was doomed to end. Cybertron's power soon began to fade and so it's inhabitants scrambled to find an alternative energy source to replenish the planet's fading spark. In truth, the Primes knew of many methods. But they all held a terrible price that went against the verdict of Primus.
Never to endanger the life of any sentient being.
But as the power within Cybertron faded and a Dark Age loomed, some began to speak out against the rule of the Primes. They felt as though the Primes were leading them to destruction and starvation. Rumors grew amongst the people of Cybertron that a new race loomed on the far edges of the Cosmos. One that would rise and destroy the Cybertronian's in the process. That the Primes were nothing more than puppets set in place to placate them from rising up and taking their rightful place in the Cosmos.
I was there at the Breaking Point.
For a time, I was born as Orion Pax, a scientist and explorer of the edges of the Cybertron star system. Upon one mission, I traveled alongside my younger brother, Dion Magnum, a volunteer of the Cybertron Watchguard and a comrade whom I loved as a brother, Megatron. We three led a small task force to investigate a star vessel that crashed upon the far reaches of our system. Careless and simple, I thought nothing of the assignment as we neared the small uninhabited moon, now scared by the wreckage of this strange vessel.
What we found there, changed our lives forever...
"Look at this mess!" The Captain of the Cybertronian Protectorate bitterly stated as I led the group into the main body of the wreckage.
"This was not intentional..." I pointed out when we entered what could be assumed to be the main hull of the star vesseln "Remember that this a crash site, Megatron."
"True, then they should've crashed more efficiently." The wreckage was formed and organized as a maze of sorts. We traveled through it as we would a city, save without directional assistance.
"Speaking of which, who's they?"
"These machines are clearly bipedal in nature..." Our mechanic specialist observed when we looked over the machines lined up along rows that resembled a docking bay of sorts, "But they are not sentient..."
"I want to say that these are mobile attack drones..." One of our older members muttered to himself, "But no...there's too many of them..."
"You've seen these before Kup?"
"During the Great War." The Veteran analysist answered proudly, "But nothing like these...they're too flimpsy..."
"Then that means..." One of our younger members approached one of the mobile drone's and began prying on what was most likely the hatch to it's circuitry.
"Careful Hot Rod!" He was young and impulsive, hence the reason that I was not surprised when a small explosion blew back the young scout and something flew out of the gash in the mobile drone's armor.
"Just as Sentinel thought..." Megatron stated as a small organism drifted out into null-gravitational environment of this moon, "Humans..."
"What are they doing here?" Megatron's immediate subordinate asked as the the lifeless being slowly fell against the opposite wall, "The capability to travel this far outside of their star system...it should be impossible..."
"This may have been another fool-hardy experiment," Another one of Megatron's men stated before firing at one of the drones, "And look what it has produced! Stupid Fleshlings!"
"Starscream!" I grabbed the trigger happy fool and pulled away from his mess before he made it worse, "Don't disrupt the crash site! You're damaging evidence!"
"And what are you going to do about it, Orion?"
"Enough!" Megatron came between us and threatened Starscream with his cannon, "You will properly address a superior when speaking to him!"
"Life-sign detected..."
"Are you sure, Soundwave?"
"Affirmative." The communication's expert stated, "In the direction of the Cargo Hold."
Perplexed that any being would attempt to weather the harsh conditions of space, I took Dion, Megatron and Soundwave further into the wreckage.
What we found...would change the fate of Cybertron...forever...
"Dion..." As we entered the innermost breach of the Cargo Hold, we came upon a magnificent sight, "Are you seeing what I'm-"
"Yes brother..." Dion wiped his optics to ensure that this was no illusion, "The life-sign is coming from the human sitting inside of that hatch."
"The hatch...to a Gundam." This "Gundam" was different from the drones in the hanger. It's helm clearly allowed for it's inactive pair of eyes to be seen not unlike the structure of our own heads and opposite to the drones who only had one barely active optic along their spiked green helms or no visor at all.
But more amazing of all was it's pilot. A living human who sat within the open cockpit of the Gundam, his eyes were open but he made neither reaction nor movement as we moved closer to his Gundam. The word Gundam, was one that we barely glanced from the history of the Great War, powerful machines created to fight against the void that were just as diverse as the humans who created them. For a moment, I believed that I had stepped into a living legend.
Though legends always have truth within them.
"Humans?" "This proves my greatest fear..."
"Megatron-"
"Sentinel must be informed! This is clearly a sign that the humans are attempting to create an entry point for invasion!"
"Or perhaps this was an accident..." I knew now that this was a war vessel carrying troops to battle, but against whom and for what purpose? I simply knew that their destination here was not intentional, "In either case, you are correct. Sentinel must be informed."
"But for now...perhaps we should tell no one else of the human."
"Why not?" Megatron raised his wrist mounted cannon at my brother, "Perhaps the warnings of the Fallen were true! The humans are trying to take over!"
"We must not give in to our fear-" I could hardly believe it when Megatron opened fire...Leaving a terrible wound in my chest that was far too close to my spark. But I knew that he could've hit it if he wanted, "But...why?"
"Such naive nonsense you speak!" Megatron barked as he turned from us, "I will warn whoever I see fit!"
"You would deceive our brethren on the whim of paranoia?"
"If that is what it takes to save them, then yes!" Megatron stated as Dion supported my uneven footing, "It is time for us to reclaim our place in the stars Orion! At least that is what I will do...with or without Sentinel's consent!"
"You would defy the Will of the Primes?" I still could not believe that this was happening, my friend and brother was on the verge of declaring war, "Defy the will of Primus?"
"Primus! What has he or his puppets done for our people?" Megatron cried out, his question echoed throughout the chambers of the vessel and our minds, "Astrotrain, prepare for departure!"
"Megatron-"
"Let him leave." I figured that it would be better for Megatron and his followers to depart ahead of the rest of us than to risk another confrontation, "The wisdom of the Primes will not be ignored."
I could not have been anymore wrong.
When I returned to Cybertron, I learned that Megatron had spread word of our discovery throughout it's population, setting off a riot and insurrection against the reign of my mentor, Sentinel Prime. Determined to prevent war from breaking out, I personally appealed to our people in an attempt to prove that the wreckage was that of a failed exploration...not of conquest.
When he learned of my attempts, Megatron and his men found me and Dion and assaulted us. As I was not built for combat, I was forced to watch as Dion was reduced to pieces and Megatron soon turned on me. All I remember afterwards...was seeing my spark torn out of my chest.
When next I awoke...my life as Orion Pax...had ended.
"Arise Optimus Prime." Rebuilt by the ingenuity and skill of my comrades Jolt and Rachet and re-empowered by the wisdom of the Matrix, I awoke as Sentinel's chosen successor. With no time for doubt or hesitation, I took up the leadership of our people and stood against the insurrection of Megatron's followers who ironically called themselves the Decepticons.
Our war waged across both Cybertron and many worlds that Megatron sought to conquer and drain of resources to convert into Energon, the life blood of our people. But as freedom and the right to live in that freedom was the right of all, I stood against the Decepticons, with those who remained loyal to the Teachings of Primus now known amongst the Cybertronian brethren as Autonomous Cybertronian Defenders, or simply Autobots for short.
But regardless of victory and defeat, our war hastened the fading power of Cybertron and quickly the very homeworld which this war was begun to preserve soon began to die. Increasingly desperate and unable to see that his methods were only weakening our people, Megatron took a portion of his followers and left Cybertron forever.
Eventually, it was learned that Megatron had departed for a planet called Earth...a rich and abundant world that possessed a race capable of both good and evil with their power. A power that they remained unaware of. Consulting Sentinel, we both agreed that if Megatron conquered earth, then the power there would be used for great evil throughout the cosmos. Though his intentions were good, Megatron's paranoia, greed and power mongering had corrupted him.
Feeling personally responsible for the state of my world, I volunteered to lead the counterstrike against Megatron and request the aid of the humans. In the meantime, a successor would have to be chosen...
"Ultra Magnus, here is to you, brother." I stated to my chosen heir, "Before I depart, I shall pass to you the Matrix of Leadership, as it was passed to me."
"Prime..." As expected, Ultra Magnus hesitated to accept the chosen duty, "I am...just a soldier, I am not worthy."
"Nor was I." I confessed even in the presence of my predecessor, Sentinel, "But one day, an autobot shall arise from our ranks, and with the power of the Matrix, light our darkest hour."
"Until that day, we shall all bear the Matrix granted to us by Primus." Sentinel affirmed, "The right of leadership is not given, Ultra Magnus, it is earned."
"Then I shall accept." The now-commander of the Autobot Vanguard took up the Matrix and inserted it into his chest, "I...don't feel any different."
"You never do at first." Sentinel stated, even when chosen, it would usually take time for the energies of the Matrix to safely mix and combine with that of it's holder's spark, "It's the same as changing structure, the change will be natural, gradual."
"Except in my case of course." I pointed out, remembering that it was literally the spark that revived my existence, "Until that day..."
"Till All are one."
"Autobots! Roll out!"
Leaving Cybertron in capable hands, I departed from my beloved homeworld with a force of volunteers both skilled and trusted and traveled through the stars in search of the planet called Earth.
The Journey was difficult and at times we often wandered through places unfathomable to our imaginations. We saw stars both smaller than we believed possible and larger than we could ever fathom. We saw before the beginning of one star, the expansion of the bounds of our universe, but also witnessed and narrowly survived the natural end of both stars and entire worlds.
At last we found it.
Earth was a rich world with as great of potential as it's people. But when we initially arrived, we discovered that the sleeping power of this world was too great for our initial forms to safely handle. To preserve our sparks from being overloaded by this energy, we took on the shell of Earth's vehicles and machines to also hide within plain sight, watching and protecting the humans from both the Decepticons and their own mistakes.
But despite their mistakes and what we learned of their war-torn history, I saw the potential that they possessed for good. For every monster from their race, I saw also an example that would usher in inspiration and joy for the humans. Amidst all of this, I found Megatron once more. Like us, his team of Decepticons had also detected the sleeping power within this world and sought to awaken it.
We battled countless times across Earth's cities, only establishing momentary contact with our homeworld for short amounts of time before our vast distance cut us off from one another. In the name of preserving this world's freedom, we fought against the Decepticons who sought to discover the source of this sleeping power and use it to revive our homeworld of Cybertron, at the cost of destroying the humans and their world.
Megatron had to be stopped, no matter the cost.
In time, Megatron and his Decepticons set up their hidden base within the southern polar ice continent of the Earth and we engaged them as they attempted to hold Earth's climate frailty hostage. But during that battle, a misdirected attack collapsed the ground beneath where Megatron and myself fought, causing us to fall deeper into the continent and into a great cavern.
There we discovered the source...
"Must you throw your life away needlessly?" My voice echoed throughout the ice walled tunnels of this strangely smooth cavern, "If we are to leave this place...we must work together!"
"No!" Megatron's voice called back, echoing throughout the caves, "You're still the same fool that you were back on Cybertron, Prime! Do you not feel it? The power that radiates inside of this cavern?"
"It is a power that was not meant for us-"
"But it was meant for those pathetic fleshling humans?" Even from a distance, I could feel the fear and hate that permeated Megatron's voice, "Or has your time amongst these hairless apes caused you to forget of our homeworld? Forget about Cybertron!"
"Never! But it was your lust for power that weakened it!" I cried out, "There is another way Megatron! Please don't do this!"
"And to think that once I called you brother." Hearing nothing more, I increased my tracks in an attempt to find Megatron before he awoke something that I knew was asleep for a reason.
"Optimus! Come in!"
"I am alright Ironhide!" I called up to my comrade further up and still on the surface, "Megatron is as well, I'm going in to pursue!" I searched through those caverns as I pursued Megatron, marveling at the subtle details within the cavern walls. By the time I came upon a great vast sphere that descended further and further into the earth, I realized that I was within something non-native to this world.
The energy readings I saw, there was no mistake, the sleeping power lied within that cavern.
At the bottom of the great spherical chamber was where I found Megatron and the source of the power that lied dormant upon this planet.
"It's...impossible..." Megatron breathed with disbelief when we both beheld the source, "Do you not see this Prime? It's..."
"A Celestrial Ancestor..." I marveled at the great white being that lay curled into a fetal position, a great double-bladed lance had pierced through his back and out of his chest. "The Living Legacy...the last legacy of the Forerunners...entombed here in stasis."
"This language..." Megatron approached the Being's arm and bent down to read the strange language tattoed upon it's pale, faintly glowing arms, "Yes, I studied it as a youngling...the name of this Celestrial..."
"Something is...strange." I had heard the legends and something puzzled me, "The Matrix said that the Celestrials were only sent to one realm of the Cosmos each...why is there a living Ancestor beneath this place and..."
"The humans have no genetic relationship to him?" Megatron seconded my sentiment, though is intentions were unchanged, "The answer is clear to me...the Ancestor found them unworthy and sleeps here!"
"Megatron, we must not come to hasty conclusions-"
"You are correct Prime, there is only one thing to do. We shall awaken him!"
"Megatron no!" When I pushed down Megatron, he had already fired a blast, my action only served to direct it towards the lance within the Being's chest. As if in response to this act of disrespect, the lance shed it's white exterior to reveal it's true blood red color as the ground around us began to shake.
Megatron cried in panic as the light eminating from the lance grew to over cover the Celestrial. I stood in shock, as my joints were overloaded by the sheer power that rose up from this being. A being that still remained asleep, in our quarrel, we had disturbed it's slumber and now...
An eye opened, circular...and red...there are many who believe who believe that I have never experienced fear or helplessness...nor the cold throes of despair...i do not know for certain why it was asleep. I did not know what it would do once it awoke and I did not know if it had ever seen a being such as myself and Megatron. But when I saw it's half-awake gaze fall upon me...
I knew it wanted to break me.
My world went white as the Being took everything from me...
My...Spark...My very being...as all of these things were taken from me...my world grew dark and cold...
I...remember nothing after that...
I do not know of what became of Megatron...only that he may have suffered a fate similar to my own.
As to what became of my comrades...Ironhide...Rachet...Prowl...Brawn...Wheeljack...Jazz...Hot Shot...Kup...Blaster...Bumblebee...I cannot say...
Nor would I know of the fate of Cybertron in the many years since my absence...
When next I awoke...I was the trophy of a man named Gorzaboro...a despicable human who forced me to bear witness to crimes and actions that even Megatron would have been appalled to see amongst his ranks. The man gave little heed to the remnant spark that preserved what little life I had left and laughed at all of my questions. At times, his men would hack into my mainframe to steal what knowledge I possessed of warfare and machinery and use them to accelerate his military cooperation.
Those were dark times...Times when I felt that Fate held no reward for the just...Times when I believed that all had abandoned me...
But even in the darkest hour there is light...a light at the end of the tunnel in the form of two young boys.
Seto and Mokuba, the heirs and eventually presidents of the Kaiba name and it's cooperation.
Author's Notes:
Thus concludes the Parallel Works of Mighty Morphin Mecha Rangers!
Once again, I have no idea as to how many of these I will make, but if anyone has any requests, then shout them out and I will deliver!
Thanks for reading!