Of Flesh and Metal (Revised)

by kanonkita

Megatron angers one God too many and Primus finally deems it time he and his Decepticon followers learnt a cruel lesson. But will they change after seeing life through the eyes of the humans in one of the poorest places on the planet? Eventual Slash. Revised (and eventually finished) with permission from The-spoon-of-doom.

2. Prologue

Primus was benevolent. Primus was everywhere. Primus was wise and strong... but so was His brother.

With every Yin came a Yang, and with everything right done in His name, something wrong was accomplished in the name of the Unmaker. Unicron had corrupted His children, turned them against each other, and poisoned their sparks until they no longer believed in His very existence, no longer knew that every shot they fired ate away at His being.

Cybertron had long been dead, His physical embodiment could no longer create life, but His people—His children—still lived on. And after all this time they still fought. He was growing weaker, and history was about to repeat itself; He had already foreseen it. A young planet, Earth, was in grave danger from His creations. A select group of Cybertronians (He knew them very well, as He did all of His children) was on the verge of destroying the planet for the purpose of saving their own—saving Him. But Cybertron was dead. It had been for so long now, and everything came to an end in time.

Primus could never interfere in the lives of His children. Forcing them to choose His way was wrong. To watch them struggle was His greatest pain, but they had to learn from their own mistakes in their own way, in their own time. In the meantime, He took comfort in the knowledge that someday they would all return to Him when their sparks were extinguished, and there they would be safe in an eternity of peace. His brother would never be able to touch them again.

However, until all were one, there were sentient life forms whose existences were being threatened. It was nowhere near Earth's time of judgment—that planet had many long years yet. It had so much potential and a far greater purpose to play in this universe. Something would need to be done, preferably before His brother claimed yet another of His children's sparks. No, He couldn't force His children to see the errors of their ways, but He could give them a push in the right direction.

It was time, He thought, that Megatron and his Decepticons learned what it was to be human. Maybe then they would understand.