Dusk learns something about her world, Ben, Lennox, and Amber get a little revenge on the Stiff...sounds like a good day to me!

Oh, BTW, from the previous chapter, Dusk's favorite author is the same as mine: J.R.R. Tolkien. The quote was from his reaction to the artist who made the cover for the authorized edition of the Hobbit. The artist never read the Hobbit when he designed the cover. Tolkien was not happy.

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

Shadowsteel-Ironhide

Healer- Ratchet

Tomosal Ivorra-Optimus Prime

Sunblaze-Sunstreaker

Karrick-Bumblebee

Widget-Skids

Target-Mudflap

Whirl-Wheelie

(Seven Ivorras of Prima's Covenant-The Thirteen Primes)

To tell you the truth, I came up with the names before I looked at the Thirteen's names! So Nexus and Solus are the same, except Solus are mech (mine) and femme (TF)

Trimus/Jacob Wheeler (M)-Prima (M)

Solus/Ralphael Cortez (M)-Solus Prime (F)

Annara/Kiko Tanikawa (F)- Alchemist Prime (M)

Nexus/James Lansbury (M)- Nexus Prime (M)

Ivorriamor/Amanda Terra (F)- Alpha Trion (M)

Talos/Cade Marshall (M)- Vector Prime (M)

Septa/Sara O'Dell (F)- Amalgamous Prime (M)

...

Ability/task appointed by Prima to her children:

Trimus: Triple changer/leader

Solus: Weaponsmith

Annara: Warrior, Breaker taskforce

Nexus: Spy (nicknamed the Ninjabot by his siblings, he was a mojor prankster)

Ivorriamor: Peacemaker/scribe

Talos: Medic

Septa: Scout

Chapter 12

Legacy

Ben POV

I sat next to my guardian, watching Galloway's every move. Every time he came near Jolt, Jolt revved his engine darkly, making Galloway skitter back in fear and the rest of us snicker.

I think 'Hide by far had the most fun, jerking in the restraints every time the Stiff came closer.

Amber got up, patted Sunny on the hood once, and came over to me.

"So when's Lennox's plan coming into effect?" she asked.

"Shhh," I said, throwing a look at Galloway, "Soon…"

Lennox looked at the two of us, and ran a hand through his hair.

I grinned.

It's payback time.

"It's showtime! Bwahahaha!" I cackled softly.

Amber facepalmed, "Beeeeennnn,"

"Seriously?" Jolt asked.

"Ben…that was horrible," 'Sides sighed.

"You need to work on that laugh," 'Hide rumbled.

"Aw, shuddup," I muttered.

"We've had an engine malfunction," the pilot's voice crackled over the intercom, "We're gonna have to divert to SOCCENT. Flight master, let's lighten the load and prepare for bailout."

Galloway looked up from his magazine with a look of pure horror on his face. Lennox gave the 'you've got to be kidding me' face.

"Bailout? Bailout? Bailout?" Galloway asked, "Bailout? Bailout?"

"All right, team, grab your chutes!" Lennox said, stretching.

"Bailout," Galloway squeaked, "like bailout?"

I grabbed some chutes and helped Mom and Amber put theirs on, watching Lennox as I did.

"You familiar with the standard MC-4?" Lennox asked Galloway as he helped him put on a chute.

"Of course not!" Galloway snapped, "I've never jumped out of a perfectly good airplane before!"

"All he knows is what two plus two is," Amber grumbled.

"What?" Sunny asked, "Fish?"

I burst out laughing.

"Good one Sunny," I said.

"Thank you," he said, smugly, "And don't call me Sunny!"

"Wait a minute!" Galloway panicked, "Is this really happening?"

"Um, yeah," Lennox said as Epps shook his head, giving a very tiny smirk.

"All right, here we go!" I said, tightening the straps on my chute.

"Wait a minute," Galloway started, "Wait a minute! You're behind this, aren't you?"

Uh oh, busted.

Lennox calmly looked at Galloway with a 'who? Moi?' expression.

"What are you talking about?" Lennox said, innocently, "You heard the pilot. These guys don't mess around. This is just standard procedure. I'm just following orders to the letter. Isn't that what you said?"

"Oooo, burn," I chuckled.

"You…just signed a death warrant on your career, Major," Galloway hissed.

The plane let out an ominous groan and suddenly listed to the side.

Amber let out a realistic scream.

"OHMYGOSH! OHMYGOSH! OHMYGOOOOOSSSSSHHH!" she wailed, grabbing hold of the netting that covered Sunny, making it slip just a bit.

The only thing that kept me from worrying, was the insanely mischievous glint in her eyes.

"What was that?" Galloway demanded, "What was that?!"

"Oh well, that's not good," I said.

"Come on," Lennox said, grabbing Galloway's shoulder, "Right this way."

"I can't jump out of an airplane!" Galloway protested, "I have an ulcer! NO! NO!"

"'I have an ulcer,'" I snickered as I began to nonchalantly loosen Jolt's bonds, making sure Galloway didn't notice, "What kind of excuse is that?"

"Keep at it," Jolt whispered.

"No prob," I said, watching the Stiff, but still helping out my friend.

"It's ok, come on," Lennox coaxed as the cargo-hold's doors opened.

"What I wouldn't give to kick him off the plane," Amber growled.

"You and me both," I said.

"I really can't do this!" Galloway shrieked, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

"Come here!" Lennox growled, "Come here,"

"Why aren't you wearing your chute?" Galloway demanded.

"Because I have to secure the VIPs first!" Lennox said, innocently, "Okay, I want you to listen very carefully and memorize everything that I say."

Galloway nodded.

"Each chute has a GPS tracker so you can be found by Search and Rescue," Lennox said.

"I'm not finding him," Ratchet grumbled, making me grin.

"Right next to that's a fabric webbing called a bridle," Lennox continued, "Which holds the pin that keeps the main container closed. Okay, are you listening?!"

"I can't hear what…" Galloway started.

Lennox gave him a slap, "Stop that!"

"All right!" Galloway yelped, "All right!"

Amber began to laugh.

"All right," Lennox began again, "when the pilot chute inflates into the air, it pulls the pin and opens the main. Red's your backup, blue's your primary."

"Might want to watch this, Mom," I said.

She looked up from her position next to 'Hide.

"I want you to pull the blue," Lennox shouted, "I need you to pull it really hard!"

He jerked his hand in the air like he wanted the Stiff to pull the pin now…

Unless that was what Lennox's plan was…

I felt a laugh build up in me, and it came out. Fortunately, the Stiff couldn't hear me over the wind.

The Stiff actually pulled the handle, making the chute eject. Lennox gave a sigh of exasperation.

"Not now!" He yelled, "You're on the plane, you dumb-a…!"

And Galloway was jerked out of the plane and into the wild blue yonder.

"He say goodbye?" Epps asked, smiling at Lennox.

"No, he didn't even say good-bye," Lennox said in mock sadness.

"And he's free!" Amber cried, pulling the net off of Sunstreaker.

"Good," Mom said, "Now you can help with the rest.

Amber groaned, "And it took that long to get it off him!"

Sunny let out a rumbling purr that sounded like laughter as he gently butted against her leg.


Dusk POV

"You need to sleep," 'Bee said.

"No I don't," I protested, fighting my urge to yawn.

"You haven't slept all night," he pointed out.

"So?"

"I'm going to slam on the brakes and refuse to move another inch until you get some rest," he threatened.

"You wouldn't dare."

The brakes slammed, making everyone in the car scream.

"FINE!" I yelled, "You win!"

'Bee gave a satisfied hum and got back up to speed.

"What the heck was that?!" Sam demanded.

"He told me I needed to sleep," I grumbled, leaning my head on the window and closing my eyes, "I refused, he threatened me, I didn't listen…and he retaliated."

I relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.

And another nightmare.

****Dream****

The desert sands shifted restlessly as eight figures made their way towards the east.

Six humans, two bots.

A bright yellow mech that looked scarily like 'Bee and..oh my Primus there was a cretin-con!

A blond couple helped each other across the sands.

Silver and Michael.

This was my home universe.

That meant…the other humans were Sam, Mikaela, Leo and Simmons' counterparts.

Silver made it to the top of a ridge, gasping in awe.

"Oh my gosh," she breathed, looking at the ancient temple in front of her.

"Is it the right place?" the guy I deemed to be Leo's counterpart asked.

"Well, it's got the biggest dang door I've ever seen," Simmons' counterpart said.

"Do we go in?" the cretin-con counterpart asked.

Silver walked in, not answering him, "Oh man! Guys come in here! It's awesome!"

Michael gasped as Silver touched the paintings on the walls.

"There's nothing here!" he said, "The archeologists must have taken anything here!"

Sam's counter gave a horrible moan, Leo's counter told him to get a grip.

"You don't know what it's like!" the Sam double yelled, "To get this far and to fall short!"

"Wanna bet?" Leo's double yelled back.

Sam's counter tackled him and they fought.

"Guys, stop!" Michael shouted, trying to pull them apart, "Mark! Tyler! Stop!

Leo's counter, Mark, threw Michael aside into a wall and I heard something break, Michael howled.

"Enough!" Silver shouted.

A silver-blue electric shimmer formed between the combatants.

A force-field.

Silver ran to Michael, his leg was twisted outward, she glared at the boys.

"What is wrong with you two?!" she demanded.

"He started it!" They both yelled.

"I don't care who started it!" she snapped, "Now both of you behave or you get out,"

She checked Michael's leg. I saw a slender, whitish object poking through his skin.

Bone.

Silver shook with anger.

"Sil, I'm ok," Michael said.

"No you're not," she said through gritted teeth.

The sky outside darkened visibly, and lightning crackled through the air. Silver spoke again, but her voice changed. Still angry, but it sounded like she was singing instead of talking.

"Those idiots, I am going to…" she snarled.

"Sil, I know you're mad, just by your expression," Michael interrupted.

He couldn't understand her? But why…?

I mentally smacked myself. Silver was a Halfling, she spoke the equivalent of Cybertronian. I myself often slipped into it when I was mad.

"But," Michael continued, pointing upwards, "Look,"

Silver looked up at where Michael hit the wall; there was a giant hole in it. She stood up and pulled the wall apart, revealing long bars of twisted metal with glyphs etched upon it.

"Karrick," she said softly, "Aim here,"

she touched the wall and dragged Michael out of the way, he moaned in pain.

"Ow!" he said wincing.

"I'll heal it in a moment; just hold on," she said, "Hold on,"

'Bee's counter, Karrick, fired at the wall and the whole thing crumbled down.

Silver coughed as the dust settled and stood up, her eyes flared a brilliant electric blue. She leaned forward slightly, like something was pulling her.

"Silver?" Michael asked through gritted teeth.

Silver's eyes dimmed, and she snapped to reality.

"Michael! Oh, I'm sorry, hold still," she said gently pressing her hands on his broken leg.

A silver-blue light shone from her fingertips and covered his leg.

When it died, Michael's face lost it's pallor and he stood.

"Thanks," he said.

"No problem," she said, walking into the hole in the wall.

Silver looked up and around at the seven Autari figures in the Tomb.

She looked at their faces: noble faces, beautiful faces, pained faces, sad faces…

All grey.

All dead.

I felt a pain grip my Spark, and I began to cry.

Silver's face became stained with tears as well.

"Not even a proper burial," she sobbed, "They're just lying here!"

She touched one of them, a once snow-white femme.

"Who are they?" She asked softly.

"Ivorriamor, the Peacemaker"the Cretin-con said, just as softly.

Silver looked at the one next to her, a mech…tall, used to be golden armored.

"Solus, the Weaponmaker,"

A slender formerly black mech with a visor was next.

"Nexus the Markmaster,"

A smaller, yet heavily armored femme was after him.

"Annara, the Swordmaiden,"

He went over to another mech, I could see the paramedic's cross upon his arm.

"Talos, the Medic,"

Silver looked at the last femme. Karrick gave a gentle, almost reverent touch to her, a small tear leaked from his eyes.

"Septa, the Scout. Karrick's ancestress,"

The Cretin-con touched a huge 'Autari.

"Trimus, leader of the Seven, the Triple Changer,"

"So…who am I descended from?" Silver asked looking at them.

"If the legends are true…you are a descendent of Trimus, Solus and Ivorriamor because she and Solus were mates."

She gently touched Trimus' outstretched arm that held a piece of metal that looked almost exactly like the Matrix of Leadership, taking note at the sad, pained expression on his noble face.

"I know you never knew me," she whispered, "But I am honored to be your descendent, Trimus."

A soft blue glow flickered from her hand around the Seven.

"We lived, we died, we gave our lives so that the Universe would live," A chorus whispered, "We sacrificed everything but yet we still live,"

****End Dream****

I opened my eyes.

My Universe had its own version of the Thirteen. And I was descended from one of them. But who? Solus and Ivorriamor? Trimus? Maybe Annara?

I frowned.

But if they had a version of the Thirteen, they had to have a fallen brother…

Or sister.

Could that be who I'm related to?

Do I come from evil roots?

And what did they mean that they sacrificed everything, yet they still live?

I sighed, just more things to ask my parents when I meet them.

If I meet them…

"You woke up," 'Bee said.

"What?" I said, "You expected me to sleep forever?"

"At least we'd have some peace and quiet," he joked.

"Heeeey!" I whined, stomping on the floor.

"Hold it, 'Bee!" Sam yelled.

'Bee hit the brakes.

"Ok, everyone out," Sam said, "We walk from here."

….

"It's gotta be around here somewhere," Simmons said as we climbed over the rocks.

"Come on you slowpokes!" I called from in front, "Day's not getting any longer!"

They groaned.

"I still can't believe you guys managed to get outstripped by a gi…" I stopped and stared in front of me.

A stone temple, carved out of the very mountain in front of us, raised its ancient head before us. The others stopped and looked as well.

I looked up at 'Bee.

"It's here…" he said, "Or at least, it was…"

"I feel it too," I said, running up to the temple steps, "You see the size of this? You see this?"

"Spectacular," one of the twins said.

"Amazing. Look at that," Simmons said.

"It's here somewhere, guys," Sam said, looking up at the ceiling.

"Yeah, why?" Leo asked, "'Cause we're trusting Grandpa Blackbird who doesn't even know what planet he's on?"

"In his defense," Simmons said, "This is the biggest doorway I've ever seen in my entire life."

"Plus," I said, "You're also putting your trust in a Halfling who's very, very Energon sensitive, and three 'Bots as well."

"Okay," Leo said, "Well, that's great. Let me do a quick search, all right?"

He looked around at the bare room.

"Nope!" he said, turning back to face us, "Every cross your mind, guys, that archeologists have been here before? There's nothing here."

I felt as if someone sucker punched me.

"Nothing here?" I thought, "But…but what about Optimus?"

I sat down on the ground next to 'Bee with a thump.

"I-it can't be gone…it-it can't." I breathed.

"Real life is heartbreak, despair, kid," Simmons snapped, "Sometimes you get to the end of the rainbow and the leprechauns went and booby-trapped it!"

"I'm listening to you?" Leo snapped, "You live with your mother!"

I clenched my fists, standing once more.

"It's not over," I snarled.

"It is over!" Leo snapped at me, "It's done!"

Mudflap stood up, optics narrowed.

"Why we still listening to you, little punk-a…?"

"Language!" 'Bee hissed.

"I mean," he corrected, "What you ever done for us except ding my rim?"

"Killed Megatron," Skids growled, "How about that?"

"Well, he didn't get the job done," his twin snapped, "you know what I mean, 'cause he's back now…"

"Are you scared?" Skids demanded.

"Scared? Scared of your ugly face!"

"I oughta scrap them right now," 'Bee muttered.

"'Bee, be nice," I warned walking over to Sam, "You okay?"

"I've got a feeling that it's not over, too," he said as the twins began fighting.

"I'm ugly?" Skids asked, angrily, "Well, we're twins, you stupid genius! Bring it, then! Get off me!"

They fought like football players, ramming each other into walls. I had to push Sam down as Mudflap went flying into the wall.

"'Bee!" I yelled, "do something!"

Skid's pede clipped my shoulder, making me yowl in pain. Energa began to well from the wound and run down my arm.

'Bee's optics narrowed in anger.

"That's IT!" 'Bee roared, grabbing the twins, "You two need a time out!"

"Come on, Bumblebee!" one wailed.

"Bumblebee, listen!" the other pleaded.

'Bee slammed them both together in response and threw them outside.

"You two need to cool it!" he growled as he came back to me, "You okay?"

I rubbed my bleeding shoulder, the Energa leaked through my fingers and onto the floor.

"I'll be fine," I said, taking a look out the wound, "It'll heal."

I heard the wind whistle lowly behind me. A pull tugged at my Spark.

"Here…" a voice whispered, "Here…"

I walked up to the wall Mudflap had crashed into, there was a huge dent in it.

I put my hand on the crack. The voices escalated.

"Here!" they called, "Here! We are here!"

I pulled the chunks of wall away from the crack, the wind moaned. I saw a cage of melted/twisted metal, glyphs etched upon it.

A ribcage?

"The symbols," I breathed, touching the 'bones', "'Bee! Shoot it!"

I touched the metal one last time, "I'm sorry,"

I was desecrating a tomb, but it was the only way I could help Optimus.

I somehow knew that I was being forgiven.

'Bee clicked his cannons in the place.

"Step back, little sister."

I did as he said.

"Cause as little damage as possible," I said in subsonics.

"I'll try."

There was a soft bang, and a low moan emitted from the Tomb. Sam shone a flashlight as I climbed inside.

"Oh, dear Primus," I whispered as I looked at the scene.

The Primes' faces reflected the Ivorras' in my dream.

Noble faces, beautiful faces, pained faces, sad faces…

All grey.

All dead.

"Check this out," Simmons whispered, coming in after me.

"Look at it," Sam said, swinging the flashlight up into the higher part of the Tomb.

"Wow," Leo said, eyes wide.

"These are the bodies Jetfire was talking about," I said, gently touching the outstretched servo of one of the dead Primes, "The Tomb of the Primes,"

"Yo!" Leo yelled, listening to the echo, "Yo!"

I smacked him upside the head.

"Show some respect," I growled, rubbing my bare arms.

Tank-tops in scorching Egyptian desert: Good idea.

Tank-tops in ancient Alien Tomb: Bad idea, very bad idea.

The flashlight's beam glanced over the servo I had just touched, a glint of shining metal caught my eye.

I looked where I had just touched and saw it.

The Matrix of Leadership.

"Oh, Sam," I whispered, getting down on my knees, "Look!"

"The Matrix," Sam gave a brilliant smile and looked at me, "You take it."

"Me?" I asked.

"You're the one who found it," he said.

I looked at the Matrix, then at Sam.

"I shouldn't have this," I whispered, "I don't want to ruin anything else."

Sam put his hands on my shoulders, "It's not your fault he died. It's my rotten luck that got us into that mess."

"But I could've gotten you outta there faster,"

"And what?" Sam said, "Been ambushed on the road? Dusk, you saved my life, just like Optimus did. If anyone's worthy of taking the Matrix…it's you."

I sighed, and picked the Matrix up gently. I could feel the power that thing gave off, to prove my thinking, the center glowed gently in my hands…

And promptly dissolved into dust.

I felt like someone had extinguished me.

"No…!" I breathed, "No!"

I broke into tears, letting them fall onto the ground. Electric blue drops on a metallic canvas.

I grasped at what once was the Matrix.

"No," I repeated, feeling the slick grains under my fingers, "NO! Oh, dear God, NO!"

"Thousands of years," Simmons said, "Turned to dust."

"This isn't how it's supposed to end!" I said, my voice cracking.

A rumble of a jet flying over filled my ears.

"Hear that?" Simmons asked as he ran out.

He called back, but I could barely hear his voice.

"US Air Force! C-17s!"

"What's a C-17?" Leo asked running out.

"You can't bring him back, Dusk," Mikaela said sadly, "There's nothing left."

"Look!" I snapped, "Look around you!"

I gestured wildly around at the Tomb.

"We didn't just go through everything we went through for no reason at all, to just have it end like this." I said, "There is a reason that we are here!"

"The voices and the symbols in my head led us here for a purpose," Sam said.

I looked at the dead Prime's servo, and began to gather the Matrix into my hands, Sam pulled off a sock and gave it to me.

My first reaction: Ewwwwww! Stinky freshman sock!

What I really did: Took the stinky freshman sock and put the remains of the Matrix in it.

"Everyone's after us because of what we know," I said, continuing to scoop the remains in the sock, "And what I know is that this is going to work,"

"How do you know it's gonna work?" Mikaela asked.

"Because I believe it," I snapped, looking up at her through my tears, "Because Optimus', mine, 'Sides', Sunny's and 'Bee's dad, Ratch's and 'Hide's friend, Jolt and 'Cee's mentor…his life hangs in the balance."

I stood, storming out of the Tomb.

"And Primus, Prima, and the Maker save the mech, femme, Halfling, Guardian or human that stands in my way," I growled.


Silver POV

"She's even more stubborn than me," I said, watching Dusk storm out with the Matrix dust.

"She most definitely is your daughter," a low voice said from behind me.

I turned, facing an ash-blond haired young man with vibrant, piercing, electric blue eyes.

His name to all of Cybres was Jacob, or Jake, Wheeler. But I knew him by a different one…

His true name was Trimus, son of Prima, the eldest of the Seven.

He had died once, millennia ago, but was sent back to Earth to live on in what we called a Bearer. Trimus' 'brother', Jack Wheeler, was his bearer before Trimus was awakened and released by Prima in Jack's time of need. Trimus was encouraged by Jack's bravery and sense of honor, that he adopted Jack's last name and became his brother.

All Seven of the Covenant were brought back in this manner…but that's a story for another time!

Trimus looked at the Glass and smiled.

"She has my persistence," he said.

"I couldn't tell," I said dryly, "What is it, Trimus?"

His head snapped up from the Glass and he looked right at me.

"I must urge you to accompany me," he said.

"Why?"

"Because it will grant you the chance to see your daughter,"

My Spark froze and my eyes widened.

"Y-You mean…" I looked at the Glass, "I-I'll actually get to meet with her?"

He nodded and offered his hand.

I nearly took it, but then frowned.

"What if she doesn't like me?" I whispered, "It's been so long…what if she hates me?"

"She could never hate you, Silver," Trimus said, softly, "But in truth, there is but one way to find out…"

I stared at his outstretched hand, and placed my own in it.

And my world exploded into gold and blue light.

A/N: I got home from school today, checked my email, and found out that a few people think that Dusk is a Mary Sue. Personally, I don't think she is, my co-conspirator (partner in crime) Jackie agrees with me. He says that her stubbornness and hot temper claims that she is not perfect. I really don't know how they see she's perfect? I saw some major flaws in there, but we've got to remember...Dusk is not normal, she might be considered a young Prime in this world, but she makes mistakes. If anyone still thinks she's perfect (and hasn't read the prologue) I'd suggest reading that. Dusk is stubborn, headstrong, sarcastic, takes the wrongs she's done waaaaay too seriously, and (if you didn't read the prologue, you wouldn't get it)...she has blood on her hands, and it haunts her, but she'll never let anyone know. She keeps it bottled up inside and as I've always said...that's never good. It's gonna blow sometime, just...not yet.

Let me know you guys' thoughts on this!

P.S. I BROKE MY WORD COUNT RECORD! OVER 4000 WORDS!

Title from Matthew West's Family Tree

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.