Prologue

Chapter II: The Fallen World

"To anyone who is receiving this transmission, I am Optimus Prime, Leader of the Autobots."

Everyone stood still as the illusion spoke. Their eyes all wide in shock at how the robot, apparently named Optimus Prime, was now before them. If from what the hologram showed, the bot was easily taller than any legendary present. His height even dwarfed Rayquaza who by human size was 23 feet tall. This guy easily surpassed that by maybe 10 more feet. And his design was shocking to say the least. Not only was there not a single sign of damage but a gleam to him like a freshly washed, painted and waxed car made him glow like a angle. Bits and pieces of his armour were whole again as outlines of red light from various areas glowed brightly along with two of the same red faces on each of his shoulders.

"If you are receiving this recording, it means my body has entered into Stasis Lock, or a deep sleep, in attempt to repair itself of critical damage. And as such, this recording is linked to my very mind, allowing me a small range of awareness that uses very little of what energy I have left. If you are of cybertronian origin, by now we would of boarded a galatic transport to leave Cybertron via a Space Bridge Portal to a new world to settle on until our home can rebuild itself. If you are in contact with any Autobot frequency, my coordinates will be linked on a sealed off part of my mind to download and transmit."

"If you are alien in origin, I shall explain my situation. I am a rotonomous based organism from the planet Cybertron."

"So it is alien." Lugia muttered. Confirming several of their suspicions.

But there was still much to be told by their visitor. And the goddess herself was curious. She had created everything, but she had never heard of Autobots, Cybertron, Space Bridge or anything else of that matter. And he did say he had some level of awareness; she wanted to know how much.

"What is this world? Cybertron? And who are the Autobots?" she spoke in a tone that she would use to address someone like a human. She expected little reaction from the image. Not it stopping, looking down to her, and kneeing. Even in this position, his leg from the knee down was taller than her. His foot alone looked big enough that if he didn't watch where he was going, could easily step on someone.

The image stayed still for a bit. It's electric blue eyes that Arceus could remotely see what was in his mind. Sorrow, determination, grief, doubt, nobleness, strength, justice just to name a few. Even the creation trio who were in his direction noted these things themselves. After exactly a minute, his right hand raised up to the side of his head. Immediately upon pressing of the image faded away. But the glow on his eyes remained.

In a flash of blue light, something that no one was expecting and got eyeballs full of spots everywhere, the flash vanished to reveal; space. Wide open space. All of then floating in wide open space with stars all around them.

Instinctively they wanted to panic. They looked around and found no trace of their world or the Hall of Origins. But yet the only one not panickimg was the creation god. Her gaze was to the massive blue star that was slowly revealing the outline of a sphere. Upon seeing the object, everyone had thought it was home. But then the massive structures, lights, and easily defined metal look decimated those thoughts.

"Cybertron," Optimus's voice spoke out from all around. "Our home. For generations, it has been a peaceful world. Until a pride and a lust for power divided us. Now we fight - enemies," The view suddenly shifts to a view of the ground. Seeing the towering buildings around them that even from space they knew no human city could compare. But as it reached the ground passed a fire, there they saw two robots. A purple bot severely damaged with his lights dark, and a red bot also damaged struggling to lean up with one arm. But failing as his lights too turned dark as he collapsed motionless. "Who were once our brothers."

Suddenly fires engulfs the group as a incredible battle unfolds before them. Bolts of blue, orange, red and purple light flying all through the air as explosions rocked the metal surface. They all caught sight of a strange looking jet with a red and blue color scheme screaming through the air as it banked around a building towards a group of robots. Some looked the same, while one significantly stood out. He was mostly yellow and quite small compared to the others. His large blue eyes with red highlights making him a break in the dark colors. His hand movements clearly showing him giving orders.

As the jet got closer, the sounds of snapping metal made them look down to a literally self building bridge as a large red and blue vehicle race down the constructing path. Kicking into boost as its two smoke stacks lite up in a blaze of fire as the vehicle accelerated, the jet fired off two missiles. Near the end of the bridge the truck jumped into the air and did something no one saw coming.

Its red cab splitting apart as two arms sprung out from its sides. Its front wheels merging through its torso on to its back as the front of the vehicle became a chest. The blue portion of the unit turned completely around as two legs formed. In one swift move the new robot back hands one missile into a building before grabbing the other. The contact causing it to blast him backwards. They watched in pure amazement as the bot fell to the ground, sliding some distance on it's chest with a trail of sparks before casually correcting himself. The yellow bot coming to his side as he stood his full height.

"Our tragic war has ravaged Cybertron."

The view then turns, to a horrific sight; A battlefield, Spanning as far as the eye could see, with literal mountains of bodies of both kind of robots that were clearly dead. Behind debris and fallen comrades, bots still alive firing various weapons at their enemy. The jet from before flying over dropping bombs easily killing 13 soldiers in one blast as it continued on.

"It is a necessary war," A new voice spoke. To the legendaries, this one didn't sound calm and bright like what Optimus's was. This was darker, more stern and commanding than anything else. The jet flies close to another mountain of bodies, it's body too changing it's form as a head, arms and legs came to be. But the real eye catcher was the even bigger, more monstrous robot, that stood taller than any of them. His body covered in jagged, mix parts of gray, red and black with a evil purple glow from his body. On his right arm a massive cannon was held in the air, bursts of purple energy decimating Autobots as they became piles of metal. In his other hand was a red version robot that they could assume as a Autobot, had both sides had symbols and this robot had the same one as Prime. Lifting him in the air, the giant mech clenched his hand. Despite the bot's attempt to stop the titan, the robot crushed the poor soldier's head into nothing but scrap parts. Vausally turning his head and let the bits drop with little amusement. "To return us to glory."

Optimus slowly rose up. Looking directly at Megatron with the pure power behind his eyes that give him the right to bear the title of Prime, "The Autobots will never sacrifice freedom." He holds his right hand out. A small pole forming in his palm as it quickly grew into a massive 20 foot staff with a giant glowing orange axe. Charging forward with other Autobots he took the lead, slicing apart any Decepticon in his path as he twirled it around to cut down another. One trying to shoot at him only gets one shot in before being vertically cut into two as Optimus ran by.

Just then, Megatron uses an equally massive mace with purple spikes to destroy another Autobot. "The Decepticons will bring this world to order!"

But before he could attack, a bright flash catches both the fighting robots and the Legendaries as they all looked up to the sky. Something that startled them was a gigantic fireball falling from the sky at unimaginable speed. The yellow bot from before stopping dead in his tracks, along with many others, to watch the impact upon their home. The legendaries at first that it was a massive meteor. Some going to saw that with a world so large ot could of even been.a moon.

"Our defeat would mean the end of everything."

It took them a moment to truly realize it, but they didn't see it happen so fast. The scene had changed before them; now with all 50+ of them standing on the side of the battlefield as if spectators at a tournament. The large gray Decepticon leader approached the wall of fire just as a massive claw grabbed the edge of the crater. And from the fire came a ungodly level growl. One that pushed its way through the fire to show itself the definition of a titan. It was huge. It was something that no one, not even Arceus, could think could exist that size. But despite the roar or even its presence, the bot only smirked and turned back to the battlefield with his army swarming to his sides.

"My victory will mark a brilliant new beginning!"

Just as those words reached their ears, Optimus came running up the hill. Seeing the massive horde of Decepticons he doesn't show any fear what so ever as he stood firm with his axe in hand. Immediately other Autobots came running up to join their leader. The Legendaries knew this wouldn't end well of the latter faction. With a force the size of a mountain against them it was useless.

"One shall stand." The feeling of firmness in the Prime's voice penetrated the air. Just then something came from the shadows of the destroyed city. It was another titan, equally as big. But this one was considerably different. It was a much more orange color compared to the monster's black and purple. A massive red face dawning on its chest shining a bright red. Instead of a reptilian face its head was like in a helmet with a orange mask. All over its body where mini-gun turrets, they could tell from seeing similar human looking designs. But one big note was its hands; one was a giant 4 piece claw while the other was like a giant spike.

As it got closer, the claw began to quickly spin up in a ball of energy. All 4 claws soon coming together in the center of the energy as the contact point glowed. Ahead of the Autobot army a line of Decepticons charged forward, hoping to get the upper hand. But once the giant's claw was in aim, it fired. A giant red beam of energy cutting across the land, immediately decimating every Decepticon in its path to nothingness. And through the smoke afterwards came a war cry.

Optimus, axe raised high, charging forward with his Autobots firing their weapons at the Decepticons. The leader himself charging ahead of his own army heading straight at Prime with his mace. "One shall fall!"

But as the two armies closed the gap, the crashed giant suddenly rose to its feet as two units on its shoulders, easily the size of 6 story apartment buildings, popped up and turned forward. It's own jaw dropping down as beams of purple energy quickly formed and launched at the battle. From their position, the Legendaries watched as the outline of Optimus and the Decepticon were darkened out as the blast perfectly illuminated behind them. Just as the reached each other, Optimus suddenly jumps up twisting his axe around to slam it on the robot. But the same robot did the same move, jumping up at Prime as both simultaneously swing at their enemy in a clash of sparks.

The light it triggered caused everyone to look away. Even Arceus herself turned her gaze. Soon it dissipated, and the pokemon found themselves drifting back in space. Moving away from the planet as explosions dotted the land like stars in the night. Even then they saw the planet as a whole. It's more revealed parts looking like the innards of a machine with a unbelievable chunk of the metal world look like a massive explosion had ripped it apart. Ruining its perfect spherical shape.

And now it even seemed different.

"Something is wrong." Lugia said looking over the planet. The world had a much more rustic look to it now. Large swaths of orange filling the inner layers as there stood now fully taking in the design of the world they just saw.

"Cybertron," Optimus's voice spoke out again, only now ot actually sounded a little more aged. "The home world that we Autobots have strived to protect from the Decepticons, can no longer sustain us."

"I can tell why." Giratina whispered out loud. Even others had to agree. Like any war they've seen, even been part of, the battle zone would be reduced to an uninhabitable wasteland for years. Seeing the fight before them only drove the fact that any race has the capability to cause complete and utter destruction.

"Eons of civil war has caused the greatest of casualties, our planet's very core, has shut down. Halting its production of life giving Energon."

If they were drinking water right now, each and every one of them would of done a spit take so great, it would put Noah's flood to shame. Those two points had just made them quickly rethink about these beings. Legendaries lived for millions of years. Some fairly recent to others until the very dawn of time. They've seen conflicts of all kinds come and go. Some lasting generations before settling it out or just ending each other. But for a race like these robots, Autobots and Decepticons, to wage a civil war for eons was truly a mind boggling thought. So much so that it got so bad it actually killed their home from within.

This brought to attention a startling fact; they have the leader of a warring faction right now laying on the floor nearly dead from falling out of orbit. If others were to follow, not even Dialga, who could jump into the future to see, wouldn't know what could happen if the war was sparked here.

The view slowly faded into a new war zone. Dozens of guns and explosives going off as giant towers fell like dominos. Just then, a massive object, a ship from the design and blue flames coming from the back, flew from behind the skyscrapers into the air. "Most of us have abandoned our home. In hopes of finding a new life among the stars."

In what could be like randomly seeing Arceus in the woods, Optimus Prime, in a completely different body from moments ago, the same form that was now a damaged heep in the Hall of Origins, stood defiantly over a collapsed building. His gaze shifting from looking in their direction, most likely another part of the battle to him, slowly turned his head to the fight. They soon came to a view of his backside where for the first time they saw his right hand and forarm completely replaced by a gun easily bigger than Arceus is tall.

"I am Optimus Prime, Leader of the Autobots. We do not know how many of our brothers have escaped Megatron's blockade. But I can only be current of this; just one transport remains."

The battle before him soon fades like a mirage in the desert, as a giant orange-gold ship stood before them all.

And neither side was alone.

Other robots started walking past them to join Optimus. Some coming from the sky, others by ground in vehicle form or on foot. Some transforming as their bodies were mostly dark save for the symbol that was both on the ship, Optimus and every other robot there.

They had very little time to react however, has the same bright light from before shined from around the ship engulfing everything. Some even hearing a slight buzzing in their ears as the settings slowly shifted back into a familiar sight of the Halls. Once getting their senses back again, everyone turned back to the body of the alien robot. The leaks and sparking both stopped as it laid still. The offset to this, its entire chest was wide open in 4 different pieces. Hovering above it was a bright blue orb with a golden housing and two gray handles looping around both sides as it turned upward, zoomed back into the chest cavity, and letting the parts close up over it. Effectively ending the light and leaving the air with a heavy stillness.

No one spoke anything.

No one made an attempt to. They had a lot to say on their minds but couldn't form the words for it. All they did was stare at the sleeping titan before them.

They didn't know if to hate him for coming here. Possibly leading a way for the enemy to follow. Be inspired by him, as his words and actions briefly seen alone seemed to be enough for them to know why he was the leader. Or fear him, as what forces he could bring upon their own world was something that, while they believe they could handle, would have a hard time with. For him to being almost dead and have enough power to transport all of them out of the hall into a subspace and see history of an alien war meant that there was a lot more to know about this robot.

Only question left was, what now?

After seeing, hearing, even for the more psychic types, feeling it, they didn't know what to do. Leave him here, let him rest and heal so that later they could question him themselves. Or to send him away in hopes that this doesn't lead to war. Everyone was stuck on those two choices.

All except one. "Let him stay." Mewtwo firmly stated, shocking many. Those who were shocked was passed surprise as they thought of him as the one to outright deny keeping him here.

"From what we have seen he has fought for a noble cause. And for a being to fight for eons and not have rest would be a war crime in of itself." His words seemed to juggle their minds abit. Truth was, he was one of the pokemon present who felt the vision more than the others. He felt pain, misery, fear, and pure evil on a level that for his entire life nothing had made him actually fearful of something when he saw the one gray robot. Now known as everyone by the name of Megatron.

Arceus couldn't agree any less. She felt actual sadness and hurt for the alien. And being the god she was, would grant him the peace he needed. "Anyone who aposess keeping him here?" she scanned the crowd. Looking, daring even, for one hand, wing, paw, claw or appendage to vote against it. When no one did she asked the next question. "All in favour?"

Immediately everyone raised up. "Then it is settled. Optimus Prime shall remain here for the time being. Let us let him recover and hope to find out more." With agreeing nods everyone started flickering away back to their places. Eventually leaving the 4 pokemon and one robot left.

"Mother," Giratina spoke with concern. "Are you sure this is wise?"

Arceus didn't speak. Her son's words registering in her mind but briefly ignores them. Focusing her aura into an orb above her head, the massive metal body of Optimus Prime was slowly covered by a golden light as in the literal light of God, his nearly 15 ton body moving as if it was a feather lifted off the ground. Reaching 12 feet in the air as his arms and legs spread out just slightly as if he was floating on top of water.

Once the action was done, Arceus finally addressed the question, "I am not 100 percent curtain of my answer. But what we have just been shown, and even what surprised me, and by extent, you 3, was that of Mewtwo himself speaking about him in a positive way. Something to cause even his anger to change shows that the being before us, even though he has shown to take the blood of others, is as pure as only one of us."

She waited for a response to her response. Not having to look back at the faces of the three that read complete understanding. In three flashes of silver, yellow, and black, Arceus felt the three siblings teleport out of the hall to their respective domains. Once giving the realm a whole sweep to make sure no one else was around, she turned towards the right branching hallway and gently floated off the ground just mere inches as both her and the alien hovered calmly to the door. Said door was nearly the width of a 4 car garage and nearly reaching 40 feet tall. But upon sensing her presence, they effortlessly swung open to allow passage.

She was taking him to one of the vast spare bedrooms that the never ending realm created, one big enough to room him until he could recover. One strange thought was would he feel it? These beds to those who never once stepped in this world would describe them as Cloud 9 from Heaven. But he was all metal and the god highly doubted his body was that sensitive to a touch like that. But after what she saw, she just knew there was more than meets the eye to this.

AN: The whole narrating part was due to the Matrix interacting directly with Prime's own form. So Megatron speaking was heard because the Matrix was linked to the core, which was linked to the Allspark which is linked to everything.

I'm working through events in each game to be like a flashback point for them to get a sense of what has happened and allow Prime to then later tell it in his own form. And as said this will be broken up into different overlapping parts that go through the different Transformers Generations.

The height I got for Prime is based on a fan made height chart. So its not exact but acceptable. The chart had put FOC OP at a height of 10 meters/32 feet. Almost on par with beast hunters Optimus 2.0. So you can imagine there will ge a lot of surprises when he stands up.

On a side note: This takes place 100+ years ahead of the Anime. As a side note I have never played the games or even watched the show. So all of this, like my old FNaF stories, are purely based on information I've figured out over time and inspiration from what other fics people have written.

On another side note, I might incorporate a chunk of an OC Universe I once made (long since changed) to build up the story.