Proloque: A mech tale by Judy Witwicky
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers and all I get out of this is good mood.
And warnings for the whole fic. Pay attention.
There will be some violence; this tells of war after all. Some swearing, Cybertronian and English, will occur. And, mentions of what most people would think as slash will occur too. I have two points. One: I happen to think that there is nothing wrong or odd in a gay relationship, and two: there won't even be any. My versions of transformers don't have genders, because they are inorganic beings with NO REPRODUCTIVE ORGANS. I use the word he of them just so I don't have to justify making them women.
Once upon a time, there was a young mech who was sparked to become a Prime of his people, the keeper of the All Spark, back when there were no Autobots or Decepticons. At the same time, there was sparked another young mech who in time became he Lord Protector of the All Spark and the Prime.
The Prime led his people well during the Golden Age, and the sparks he created with the All Spark dazzled and shone like beacons, creating much beauty in turn. He made his job with the desire to capture the sparks of all who saw it and entice them to continue his work. He wanted to cherish Cybertron always despite the senate, which was somehow becoming the shadow to his light, turning darker every vorn. The Lord Protector saw what the Prime created, and desired to protect it. He knew he would do anything to have them and him safe and for his own, to keep them from the corrupt senate's hands and possess them forever.
Do you know what? On a very basic level their wishes were exactly the same, so it's hard to understand how everything went so horribly wrong.
Once there was a baby boy named Ron Witwicky who dreamed about a mystic cube from outer space and an alien war (because at times it pays to be a big life-giving cube with mystic abilities.)
When Ron turned six, the cube told him he had to go away for a while, and it would be better if Ron forgot about him and the visions in the meantime. He promised to come back someday and then Ron would remember.
So it did.
When Reg Simmons was four his father brought him to see the family legacy, a terrible metal man in ice. After that Reg often dreamed of gigantic war robots chasing him through a city under siege. (Those dreams were just dreams, just like sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.) When Reg turned fifteen the dreams eventually went away, but he had a feeling that he hadn't seen the last of violent giant robots yet.
He was right.
Time measurements. Some of them vary in different continuities. I took Wreckers from IDW and I decided to be consistent with my continuities.
astrosecond 0.498 seconds
breem 8.3 minutes cycle (IDW continuity)
1 hour 15 minutes (1.25 hours)
mega-cycle (IDW) 93 hours
deca-cycle (IDW) about 3 weeks
stellar cycle (IDW) 7.5 months
vorn 83 years