Note: Ready, Set, Action! I look forward to work with the following chapters, the story really first start here.


Visions come true, and a trinebond is mended.

Earth, 18 May 2009, the mountain range Cascades:

With a destructive force of a few dozen megaton St. Helens caldera is blown sky high and the volcano spews out kilotons of lava, pumice and ash to the atmosphere. Soon the ash reaches the lower stratosphere and prevents the rays of the sun from reaching the surface of the earth, covering an area of several hundred miles from the volcano in a dusky darkness.

As the human air traffic is guided to the nearest safe airports Thundercracker hovers to study the marvel of the nature on 53183, being the only plane able to remain flying in the growing cloud of ash, but even he needs to be careful.

Deep down below the volcano a spaceship is rattled by the explosive eruption and previously offline equipment stirs awake. Deep down below the volcano battle-hardened warriors is rising and an eon long war is about to restart. Deep down below the volcano humanity's only hope for survival lies still in dormant stasis as their longtime enemies rises to wreak destruction on the blue and green planet.

Unknowingly to Thundercracker this is the moment where his destiny begins anew. This is the moment he has been reborn to witness. And this is the moment where he will be forced to deal with and hopefully accept and embrace his unknown past. 53183's future depends on it.

While Thundercracker hovers, marveling in the pure destruction the nature of the planet can cause, the Decepticons prepare to leave the Ark and their Autobot adversaries behind in their silent tomb. With an evil sneer Megatron stares at the unresponsive carcasses of his enemies, his optics catching some well-known frames, one red, white and blue, another black and purple among all the ruined frames. With a cruel smile he turns his back on them and follows his troops out of the crashed spaceship.

"A fitting tomb, don't you think Starscream?" he asks the stasis locked tricolored seeker with a smirk, almost expecting the patented snarl in return, but only silence is his answer. He is almost tempted to turn around, bring the treacherous seeker online and have him watch as they abandon him to his slow and painful demise, too weak to do anything but die.

With a sudden thought and a last glance over his shoulder Megatron's optics catches on something and with cold and calculated optics he shoots every single console in the command center, completely destroying the automatic repair sequence logged into the main computer of the spaceship, taking the autobots' and the two seekers last chance for survival away from them, should some rouse from their stasis. This will be their final resting place.

"Goodbye Prime, I win, you lose!" is his official farewell as he stands outside the spaceship every one of his decepticons standing and waiting for him to give the signal to take off.


"Follow your spark young one."

The voice coming from nowhere and everywhere jolts Thundercracker from the marvel of the volcano and a sudden painful pull on his spark, as if it is about to be ripped out of his frame forces a groan from his vocalizer.

"Trust your instincts. Always follow your spark."

Another painful pulling surge in his spark follows the words and he is sure he feels his spark chamber begin to crack at the force wrought upon it.

"…instincts. …spark."

"Instinct? Spark? What is this? What do you w-ARGH!" He almost loses consciousness at the next pulling surge and fighting to keep himself in the air he pants as his spark pulses wildly, searing agony filling his whole being as he fights against his spark's urge to leave his frame.

"Give in. Follow instincts…spark knows, spark recognizes…destiny."

"I still don't understand?" he answers to the words flowing to him, the growing confusion and pain building into a beginning panic attack.

The next onslaught physically moves his frame several meters in the air and finally he understands. Transforming into his F-22 jet mode he offlines any sensor and sight and allows the feeling in his spark to lead him. As he gives in the pain instantly abates and the pulling doesn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.

"I trust." He communicates and a flare of warmth envelopes him as he is lead to wherever he is needed.


When he regains full awareness again he is standing at the bottom of a large crack and looking at the unearthed entrance into a spaceship. He can still feel a pull on his spark, but it is gentler and not forcing him anymore, but even if it isn't a punishing feeling anymore he is still as much a captive to it as before. He is sure that if he tries to leave this place it will return in full force. Even the thought about leaving sends a painful pang into his spark.

"I trust." He gasps in response to the painful pang and it slowly abates allowing him to calmly walk to the entrance and touch the strangely familiar outer shell of the space ship. It doesn't take long for him to locate the cybertronian glyphs and when he does his spark almost skips a pulse.

A spaceship from Cybertron. What is it doing here this far from their home planet or the settlement on the red planet?

Questions rises in his processor while he studies the outer damage, then deciding not to stall anymore he activates the opening of the entrance and a deep rumble rattles him as the mechanisms begin to work and open the large blast doors.

With a final loud clank the doors lock in open position, grating him access to the mystery of the spaceship. Looking into the dark and silent corridor beyond the doors he only hesitates for a moment to gauge the feeling of his spark. 'Trust. Trust. Trust.' He reminds himself as he slowly enters, wincing at how loud his footfalls sound in all the silence.

"Hello?" he asks into the silence, hearing his own voice echo down the corridor and spread down the adjourned. A few breems of calling with no result convinces him of his lone presence in the space ship and with a deep sigh he offlines his optics to allow the weaker pull on his spark to guide him.

Left here, right there, straight there, around another corner a moment later and then…right in front of him is his destination. The pull is almost painful now, growing with intensity as he gets closer and as he stands there now, he is almost afraid to online his optics and see where he has been lead.

When he onlines his optics it is to darkness, all-consuming darkness. He can't even see his own servos when he holds them in front of his optics and shaken he reaches out to locate anything to guide him. The smell of burnt circuitry is everywhere around him, and strange to find in a spaceship which clearly have been buried for what must be millennia. When his right servo connects with a doorframe he feels all around it and instantly come across the blast damage tearing the door out of the frame.

'A battle then?' He muses silently as he investigates his surroundings further to get any indication of the room he has been lead to.

As he enters something instantly catches his optics, and with a frown he stares at the burning red color of molten circuitry in what he presumes is consoles filling the whole wall to his left. It provides him a weak light and everything in what must have been the command center of the space ship gets an eerie glow. Using the sparse light he looks for anything to provide more light but everything in the room is completely destroyed. The only solution is a radical one, but he need to see to know why he has been lead here.

Releasing the locks on his chestplates he bares his sparkchamber to the room and allows the glow from it to dimly light the room in a calm blue hue.

"Why do you want me…here." he asks as he turns around in the room, bathing it in the dim light from his spark, until his optics lands on what can only be the outline of an arm. With wide optics he walks closer and to his horror the light reveals more and more frames. "Oh my Primus!" he utters shocked, rearing back from the nightmarish sight of fellow cybertronians in such states. It all brings up the nightmares he used to have before his mature upgrade, dreams of war, death and destruction, and… "Oh no! Oh my Primus, NO!" he yells as the light from his spark reveals winged shapes among the frames, seekers. Familiar seekers.

But his spark leaves him no time to understand. The pain returns tenfold and forces him to his knees. Crawling on servos and knees it forces him closer to its destination. Home. Protection. Unity. The glyphs pulses strongly inside him and while nothing feels wrong the feelings are completely drowning out any thought he might have, his sparks only goal to reach the two sparks it recognizes.

In immense pain he looks down at the damaged frames of the seekers, pinpricks of red and black disrupting his sight and soon the pain is so great that he collapses unconscious, but then he has done what he should, bringing the spark of the old decepticon warrior Thundercracker close enough to his lost trinemates to reforge their broken trinebond.

A movement of air where no one moves and chestplates part, revealing two weak sparks shining, seeking, forging, bonding and becoming whole once again with their lost third. Unconscious to the world Thundercracker is unaware of the systems stirring as the reformed trinebond awakens the two stasis locked seekers.