Prologue

~Just a quick note: I DO NOT own Transformers. No clue who does. No need to sue me, okay. This is just for fun.

Optimus Prime took the turbolift down into the sublevel of the new Unified Command Centre. He had to admit, it was great to be back on Cybertron. Unicron was gone, and the war was over. All of the Transformers lived in 'Peace Under Prime' as they sometimes called it.

After the war with Unicron, Cybertron called for a leader who could take command of the once warring sides and get them working together in some sort of cohesive order. Everyone agreed that Optimus Prime was the obvious choice, and a virtual shoo-in for the new vacancy. With that settled, Prime took command and began to rebuild Cybertron. Piece by piece, the war-torn planet was rebuilt and now virtually everyone was living in relative comfort and safety.

There were, however, some other things being built as well. Down below the Command Centre, Optimus had gathered a team of the best technicians, mechanics, and various code breakers to rebuild two of the lost Decepitcon warriors. Also down here is where his beloved sister Firestorm slept.

Three capsules were all lined up in a row against the wall as Prime walked into the room. Red Alert, Sideswipe, and various other Autobots and Decepticons were hard at work deciphering codes and soldering metal and working to restore the shells of the two lost Transformers.

The lone capsule that was full contained the sleeping Firestorm. After the war, she had mysteriously fallen into a deep stasis lock, and no one could seem to bring her out of it. The blue fluid which protected her brought out her pale, ivory hair and made it almost shimmer. Never had she looked so lovely. Prime turned to his faithful friend and comrade.

"Red Alert, how's the actual metalworking going?"

"As well as can be expected sir, given the fact that only the Decepticons seem to be able to break the codes and read the schematics we need to rebuild Galvatron and Starscream. This is going to take a lot more time to complete. Right now we only have about 45% of the schematics to rebuild their bodies."

Prime absorbed this information for a moment before answering.

"All right. Keep up the good work. Maybe one day this will all pay off. The sooner we can get the new bodies completed, the sooner we can get to work on locating the sparks."

Before he left, Prime's gaze shifted to his dormant sister.

"Hang in there, Firestorm. Sooner or later, we'll find a way to bring you back to life. And maybe we can bring back your lover, too. When that happens, I promise you two will be able to live together in happiness. Not even Galvatron will be able to hold you back."