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"Silas, Silas, SILAS!", exclaimed the mysterious voice.
"What! where am I?", said Silas, formerly Leland Bishop, leader of MECH. Looking around, he could see a never-ending abyss and a great darkness surrounding him.
"Greetings, Silas", the voice said again. Silas looked onward, fear and worry in his dark heart.
"Where are you! What are you! Why am I here? ".
"SILENCE!, I am Unicron, and all will be revealed at my command" the voice said.
"Unicron? I do not understand, where am I, is there the Afterlife?" Silas asked.
"It is not! You cannot join in this Afterlife, for my lifeblood once flowed through your veins." Unicron said. "Your lifeblood? Dark Energon!" he remembered what the Decepticons had done to him, the pain, the hunger, the FURY! "Yes, it binds you to my Anti-spark." the dark god proclaimed.
"Why have you called for me?" Silas demands. "The foolish cybertronians rendered my energy form captive, but I have found a way to break free from my prison. For that I require a herald! You shall be that herald!" Unicron explained. "And why me!" the human asked. "I shall send you to another realm, one free from the cybertronian race, yet still contaminated by the presence of their so-called god Primus and his spawn Optimus Prime! I require one of MY children to be sent there to insure my return!" Unicron replied.
"Your children?" he asked with skepticism. "But of course, for your kind was born from my seed. I see much of me in you, we both wish for the power to change this stagnant world!" he said, bringing Silas to his side. "If I accept, not only will I have my revenge against Prime, but continue with my designs?" the human asked, with glee. "If you succeed you shall receive exactly what you desire, to stand amongst titans." The chaos bringer says.
"So… I will live again?" he asked.
"Only to serve me! Your husk will simply be an instrument of my will." He proclaimed. Immediately a purple light surrounded him, and he heard Unicron say one final thing.
"You will destroy the spawn of Primus, and usure on a new age… The Age of Chaos"!
Silas woke to the freezing chill of the night, his vision blurred, and his body exhausted. Yet he could feel it, the power, the undying power that coarse thru his veins. He could see little, but it looked like he was still inside Breakdown's old body. Gathering his strengths, he opened the window to looked around. He was in a desert, one that looked ravaged by war, scrap metal seems to surround him. But that wasn't all, in the distance, he could barely see it. There were shapes coming towards him. That was the last thing he saw before loosing consciousness.
Minutes earlier, on the deserts surrounding the border between Mexico and the States, a bright purple light shined in all directions. On a small camp close by, a peculiar group of people were settling down. They were called Los Muertos, the dead, Mexico's most notorious gang.
Leading this small band of ne'er-do-well was a man named Nico, or Nicolas, he was a revolutionary, a rebel without a cause. At least that was how he saw it, in truth his little gang was the lowest of the low, outcast that not even Los Muertos wanted to deal with. That was why they were here, officially they were hunting for scraps from the war to help their cause, the reality of the situation was that they were exile.
Still, loser or not, Nico was a true believer, he wanted to dispose of the corrupt government of his country and replace it with a new order. But dreams can only get you so much, he needed resources, resources he thought he could get from the gang, he was an idiot.
"Otro día más y nada más que mierda." Said the man to himself. "Oye jefe, another slow day" said one of his subordinates. He was going to answer before he was interrupted by another member of his group.
"Boss, the bot says he saw something big by the fields!" the new member informed him. "Show me!" Nico said with force.
Nico's group was full of outcast, people too smart for their own good, hopeful dreamers, wannabe heroes, but the oddest member of the group was the one omnic with them. Most of the gang hated omnics, not that rare due to the war, but still the prejudice of Los Muertos was bad, so having one with them was rare. Luckily for him, Nico wasn't one of them, to him he was a valuable tool at his disposal. "What you see bot", he asked him. "There was a huge energy signature to the north, is does not match anything on record." This could be it, his one shot to make it big! "Grab the trailer and bikes, we go now! He would find whatever was out there and his dreams would finally come true.
They arrived at the site, and old battlefield, they were here before nothing but scrap! But it was easy to see what didn't belong in such a place, an old, armored SUV. It was old, rusted, and wielded together; but still, he couldn't help but be intrigue by it. Closing in, he saw the drivers window partly open, taking a closer look he gasped.
"Hijo de Puta! there someone in there!" he yelled out. "Looks like a gringo?" said one of his men. "What we do with him? Rico was deep in thought, until suddenly," Take him out there, we gotta get him to camp!" he said. "What! why?" asked one of his men. "Just take him! We have to get outta here before the law gets here!" Nico yells out again. They listen a hurriedly get the man and the car out of there.
It was a few hours before Silas woke up again, the first thing he does is checking his surroundings. He's in an old campsite, rapidly constructed from the looks of it. Lifting his hand, he sees blood coating it.
"What the…" he looks at it with concern. What had happened before he woke up, where the hell had Unicron dropped him, these were all thoughts going thru his mind before his attention was demanded elsewhere. "I would move much if I were you, not exactly the best place for surgery" he heard a young man say, Mexican judging by his accent. "Who are you and what is this place!" he asked in a calm voice.
"The names Nico, hombre, and this my camp. I'm the man that just save your life. You were in pretty bad shape, your lucky to be alive." the man said. "You mention a surgery, what did you do to me." He asks again, keeping his composure. "Got you a new spine, I don't know what you were doing, but your lucky the bot knows about cybernetics." Nico said. This got his attention, not only had these thugs possess a machine, but they could provide spinal cybernetics of such quality. This was truly a new world, one perfect for his designs. "You still didn't answer y first question, who are you and your men!" he asked again. "Isn't obvious, is writing on our face's gringo, you're in Los Muertos turf", Rico said whit a smile.
"Los Muertos?" Silas asked lifting his eyebrow. "You been living under a rock, how have you not heard of us!" Rico asked in disbelief. Silos found it funny, he hadn't been living at all until a few hours ago. "Forgive me if am a little uninformed" he said while gesturing at his wounds. "We're revolutionaries who represent those left behind by the government after the widespread devastation of the war. Freedom fighter who wants to see a new tomorrow!" Rico proclaimed out loud.
"So, you seek to create a new world order" Silas said. "Exactly! Except all we do is collect useless scraps!" finished a dejected Rico. Perfect, "Well my friend, I belief I can help you with that" Silas offered with a smile.
"Oh yeah, and how would you help us." Rico demanded. "You saved my life, and I don't like leaving my debs unpaid. Surely you have seen my vehicle." Silas said. "Yeah, I did pretty bang up, the innards where interesting doe!" he says.
"All by my design, project CyLAS. The next step in mankind's evolution." Silas declares.
"How so?" Rico asked, intrigued.
"There's a war brewing, between the new world order and the newest. The victor will be the side armed with the most innovative technology. I have made it my life's work to be that victor; and I can let you in on it" Silas offers. "Is that so. Then tell me mister victor, why do you need us!" Rico askes.
"The names Silas, and while I can do much on my own, I still need numbers. Is clear to me that our goals align, so why not going forces and make our dreams come true." Silas explained. Rico thought about it for a long time, it was true that their goals were seemingly the same, and it wasn't like Los Muertos wanted to help him reach his goals. He had seen the car, it was so unique, so advance; he had told the other that it was the reason for bringing him here, so they could use him. Why not join together under a common goal, what could possibly go wrong.
"Very well, amigo you got a deal, welcome to Los Muertos.
"No, my friend, welcome to MECH."
