History Lesson, Murder, Heart*ahem* Sparkbreak, Dusk's Mouth and 'Bee reprimanding her...this ought to be good.

This girl does not own Transformers, (but the OC's are mine bwahaha! The realm of Cybres is mine) but she wishes she did, because, frankly, that'd be awesome!

My Characters-Trans Counterparts Mentioned in this chap.

Dusk Greyman- None

Silver Greyman (Silverstar Ivorra)- Arcee (Prime-verse)

Sideslash-Sideswipe

Healer- Ratchet

Tomosal Ivorra-Optimus Prime

Bryse Noble (Sunstriker Ivorra)- None

Rosalina Ray (Moonracer Ivorra)- Blurr (G1)

Balefire-Jetfire

Karrick-Bumblebee

Widget-Skids

Target-Mudflap

Chapter 10

Right Where You Fell

Dusk POV

Sand. Lots and lots of sand. Irritating little white specks that get stuck everywhere. And I mean everywhere.

I brushed the grains off my shirt, growling as I did.

"Stupid 'Bot," I grumbled, "had to land in the freakin' desert! Had to, didn't you!"

I looked up for the rest of the group, right as a tremendous thud shook the ground behind me.

"Ow!" a familiar voice moaned, "Fraggin' Seeker! That hurt!"

I whipped around.

"'Bee!" I said happily coming closer, "You're alive!"

He looked himself over, "In one piece, surprisingly."

"Dusk!" Sam yelled as he and Mikaela came over, "You ok?"

"Never better," I growled, brushing myself off, "I think I might have sand in my af…"

"Language," 'Bee warned.

"Where the sun don't shine," I muttered, sticking my tongue out at 'Bee.

He rolled his optics.

"And the 'Bot-napper?" 'Bee asked.

"Yeah," I said, "Where's Chia Pet and Mama's Boy?"

"Look!" Mikaela said, pointing, "Up there!"

"Of course," I muttered, "Up on a cliff. Well…"

"Let's get to it!" 'Bee said via radio.

The climb took a few minutes, but 'Bee ended up having to carry Sam and Mikaela because of the steepness. I'd been taught *cough* forced *cough* by 'Hide how to climb tough spots. It came in handy when he came after me and 'Sides after my little prank (A/N See chapter 11 of From Dusk to Dawn if confused), I climbed up a tree and 'Hide couldn't get me…

Until he fired a missile at the tree! Who knew the 'Bots could partially transform, and shoot while still in vehicle mode?

Stupid Mother Hen.

Anyway, I hauled myself over the cliff edge just in time to hear Simmons chew out Jetfire…something about "People could've died"

"Oh, shut up," Jetfire growled putting Simmon's in his place, "I told you I was opening a space bridge. It's the fastest way to ravel to Egypt."

I looked up at 'Bee.

"Did he tell you he was opening a space bridge?" I asked him, "I sure didn't hear it."

He shrugged.

"When did you…Whend did you tell us?" Sam objected, "You didn't tell us anything!"

I heard Jetfire's systems whirr in indignation.

"Sam…" I warned, as Jetfire's optics narrowed angrily.

Sam ignored me.

"You didn't tell us anything!" he repeated, "Why are we in Egypt!?"

Jetfire glared at Sam.

"Don't you get snippy with me, fleshling!" he snarled, "You were duly informed!"

"This planet was visited by our race once before by our earliest ancestors, millennia ago, young Halfling," Jetfire said, "They were on an exploratory mission to harvest Energon, the lifeblood of our race, and yours, Halfling, though it is known by a different name."

"Energa," I confirmed, "Without it, we'll all perish, oxidize and rust…in a manner of speaking."

"Like my wretched self!" Jetfire growled, "Do you have any idea what it's like to slowly fall apart and die?"

"Let's not get episodic, okay, old-timer?" Simmons sighed, "Beginning, middle, end. Facts Details. Condense. Plot. Tell it."

Jetfire turned to face us.

"Somewhere buried in this desert, our ancestors built a great machine," Jetfire said softly, "It harvests Energon by destroying suns."

"Destroy suns?" Sam asked.

"You mean, blow them up?" Leo squeaked.

"But, that'd kill this planet!" I pointed out.

"Yes," Jetfire said, "You see, in the beginning, there were thirteen Primes, our original leaders. And they set out into the universe, seeking distant suns to harvest. The Primes set out with one rule, never destroy a planet with life…until one of them tried to defy this rule. And his name forevermore was the Fallen."

"The 'Con's warning," I muttered to myself, "The Fallen shall rise again… it was the Fallen Prime!"

Jetfire raised his hand, a holographic image projected onto the white sands. A pharaoh –looking bot appeared in the flickering light. His ruby optics glinting with obvious hate.

"He despised the human race," Jetfire said as the picture formed into a stony landscape.

The Fallen leaped down the rocks on which sat a very elegant looking machine, slaching his staff across the image.

"And he wanted to kill you all by turning on that machine," Jetfire added, "The only way to activate it is with a legendary key called the Matrix of Leadership."

Twelve of the Thirteen gathered around a beautifully crafted metal piece that glowed brilliant blue in the center. The same blue as Primus and Prima's optics.

Suddenly, the Matrix zipped out of the circle of Primes and into the Fallen's servo. The Fallen gave his siblings a vicious sneer.

A battle flickered on the image next, blaster fire and missiles arched across the projection, screams of dying warriors as they lay littered on the field of battle. It made my Spark hurt to watch, 'Bee had turned his head, the twins were silent for once.

"A great battle took place over possession of the Matrix," Jetfire continued, "The Fallen was stronger than his Brothers and Sister,"

I watched as the Twelve threw their staffs/spears, knocking the Fallen off his perch. The Matrix flew into the air.

"So they had no choice but to steal and hide it from him," Jetfire said, watching the image, as one of the Primes took the Matrix and left with his siblings.

A rocky cliff appeared next, and the Twelve survivors gathered in a cleft.

"In the ultimate sacrifice," Jetfire said, shuttering his optics, "They gave their lives to seal the Matrix away, in a tomb made of their very own bodies,"

The Primes' forms glowed brilliant gold, so bright it seared my eyes for a moment. A harsh zap met my ears, and sparks flew.

"A tomb," Jetfire said, shaking his head, "We…cannot find. Somewhere, buried in this very desert, that deadly machine remains. The Fallen knows where it is and if he finds the tomb of the Primes, your world will be no more,"

"Okay," I frowned, looking up at him, "So…how do we stop him?"

"Only a Prime can defeat the Fallen," Jetfire said.

"Optimus Prime?" Sam asked.

"Dang you, Sam," I hissed, feeling tears well up, "Slag you to the Pit,"

"Dusk!" 'Bee reprimanded.

I looked angrily up at him, but saw the pain in his own optics at the mention of our father figure's name.

"He was like a dad to me too, 'Bee," I sniffed.

'Bee nodded, looking down.

"So," Jetfire said, "You've met a Prime? Why, you must have met a great descendant. Is he alive, here on this planet?"

"He sacrificed himself to save me and Sam," I muttered dully.

Jetfire's optics dimmed.

"So, he's dead," he mumbled, "Without a Prime, it's impossible. No one else could stop the Fallen.

I felt a sharp pang of sorrow rip through me. Optimus told me he was the last of his kind, the Last of the Primes.

He also said that he and I were more alike than we knew.

I was a youngling Ivorra, in this universe's terms…a youngling Prime. But I doubted I could defeat someone who was powerful enough to fend off twelve Primes by himself, someone who afraid to destroy a world with life.

All this over a little piece of glowing metal, the Matrix.

The Matrix…

And the lights come on…

"So, the same energy that's gonna be used to reactivate the machine," I asked, "Could that energy somehow be used to reactivate Optimus and bring him back to life?"

"It was never designed for that purpose," Jetfire said, "But it's an energy like no other."

"So, then how do you get us to the Matrix before the Decepticons get to me?" Sam asked.

"Follow your mind, your map, your symbols," Jetfire said, "What you carved in the sand, it's your clue. When dawn alights the Dagger's Tip, Three Kings will reveal the doorway! Find the doorway!"

He made a shooing gesture at us.

"Go now!" he said, "Go! That was my mission. It's your mission now. Go before the Decepticons find me and find you!"

"Let's go," I said, "Let's find that Matrix and rekindle Optimus,"

Silver POV

"That's my girl," I said, smiling down at the Glass.

"It will be interesting to watch this, Silver," my uncle said, looking over my shoulder.

"Seeing as you were in Prima's Fields at this time," I said, looking up at him.

A boom rattled the walls of the chamber.

"Seriously?" I asked the sky.

"You must remember," my uncle said, "There is a war that is continuing to be fought."

I looked at the doors, then at the Glass.

"She will be safe," Tomosal said, "Karrick's counterpart will watch over her with his life, just as he did with you."

I sighed.

"You're right," I said, "But if anything happens to here while I'm gone, I'll have Rosie weld you to the wall next to Sideslash."

"I would not doubt your claim for a moment," my uncle said, chuckling nervously.

"I mean it," I said, shaking a finger at him, "Healer might be terrified of whacking you with a wrench or welding you to a wall, but Rosie has no problem with it…and neither do I…or Bryse."

He visibly shuddered at that one.

"I have made a mental note not to aggravate him again," my uncle said, "He does not get mad…"

"He gets even," I finished.

A/N: I got home today from the Choir Event, always a fun thing! If you were there, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! Anyway...I know that in the movie it says there were seven Primes...but I know for a fact that there are thirteen. I got all confused when I made Cybres that I have Seven Ivorras of Prima's Covenant, and Six Ivorras of Moricrus' Commission. But any and all references to the Dynasty of the Primes will always number thirteen. Dusk is considered a Prime in this world, but since she's not an Ivorra (yet) she's not strong enough to take the Fallen down on her own.

Title from Matthew West's History

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please R&R! :)

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Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.