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We always hear about Cybertron's Golden Age, but what about its Dark Ages?

When Unicron's half-mortal son Èkleipsis held the planet under his sway

And not even death meant freedom, just an existence as one of his mindless zombies

Eventually he was defeated. But not killed, only sealed away.

And now his prison has been found.

Featuring an immortal!Starscream, though not an disembodied one

He's just as old as dirt not that the 'cons and 'bots have any clue

Guardian

"It is done." The small group that stood around the stasis chamber that held their greatest enemy was a sorry looking lot. Not one of them was unmarked, fresh streaks of energon covering old scars that had never fully healed. It should have been a moment of elation for them all. At long last Èkleipsis had been defeated, Cybertron was free. There was just one problem.

"Done?" a gray and red mech echoed. "Done?" His lips rose up into a snarl. "You are all fooling yourselves if you believe that. It will never be over!" he shouted. "Not until that monster is dead!"

"And what is it you suggest we do Burnout? Open the pod?" the sole femme asked cooly. She wanted to hold Èkleipsis' empty spark chamber in her hand as much as the most energon thirsty of thier number. But that did not mean she was willing to risk his escape.

"Of course not," Burnout snapped back. "But there has to be a better solution than shooting him into space. What if the pod is breached? What if some ignorant primitive opens it?"

"What if it flies into a star and burns Èkleipsis to ashes?" the largest among them put in, looking up from the Requiem Blaster; a weapon that had been forged by Primus himself along with the Star Saber and Skyboom Shield . "Whatever we do, he cannot stay here." Unbelievable as it was, there were those on Cybertron who would attempt to free Unicron's spawn in the mistaken belief that he would somehow reward them.

Then, the giant grimaced. "Burnout does have a point though. How long?" he asked the others. "Until Cybertron forgets? Until all this is reduced to myth and legend?" Cybertronians were a long lived race, much longer lived than many of the other beings they had encountered. They were not however perfect.

True, warning signs had been carved into the pod. But it was a sad fact of history that beings nearly always believed they were wiser than had come before them. Assuming of course that whoever found the pod in the future could even read said warning.

A dark chuckle came from the far corner of the room, the mech's crimson optics glowing in the dim lighting. "I guess that make's me Èkleipsis' self appointed guardian then." A slender figure rose to his full height and sauntered forward, displaying his wings to thier best effect as he approached the group's undisputed leader. "Unless of course you have someone else in mind for the job Prime?"

Theta Prime grimaced. In all honesty, he would have loved to give the task to someone else, anyone else. While it was true Starscream's aid had been invaluable in the fight against Èkleipsis, none of those present fooled themselves into believing the seeker had done it out of the goodness of his spark. In fact, many of them would have loved to see him imprisoned right along the chaos spawn.

The fact of the matter was though, that it was not possible. While it was true Starscream was selfish, power hungry, vicious, and cruel he was also brillant, unmatched in the air, and most importantly immortal. Their people would forget, in time. But the seeker never would.

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Cybertron is doomed.

I would like to write this story someday

Or maybe give it to an experianced writer who will not abandon it

We'll just have to see how things turn out