This'll be my first time writing a Transformers fanfic that isn't a crossover or alternate universe of another fandom. And like TFP, I'll be doing my best to focus on the character and their relations, pouring as much love and care into them as possible.
Plans in the Making
Ever so silently, hidden from prying eyes. Cloaked within the clouds of Earth. The Decepticon warship, Thanatos, rested. The vessel was large, massive purple plates lining the frame with long extrusions coming out. Further along, ahead of the command bridge, two massive, tusk like spikes lay.
Along either side of the ships command bridge, was the insignia that sparked fear into all lifeforms. The jagged face of the Decepticon rested neatly, it's purple brighter than the ship's hull. Massive windows of an unknown substance protected the command bridge, itself surrounded by a vast array of weapon emplacements.
Spread out across the ship's hull came a range of different weapons. From Neutron cannons to Ion displacers to Null Rays and Moleculon missiles, the Thanatos was one of the very few Heavy Assault-class Warships in existence.
Deep within the holds of the ship, Vehicons moved about, hauling crates of Energon and weapons about. Tech and other bits and pieces were sorted away, among the many Vehicons, were Seekers. All of them shared the same body, only identified by their colour and occupation.
Walking down the hallways, two Cons moved. One was mostly purple and black, his body was blocky, with his wings angled along his back. The other was curved, female like. She was a light purple with darker purple highlights.
"I don't want to be the one who breaks the bad news to the commander, Slipstream, but I need more medical supplies." The first said, holding a pad in his clawed fingers. The pad displayed medical supplies key to helping others.
Slipstream walked along, listening to the medic talk. She nodded, her wings angled up along her body, a red optic raised as she glanced at their chief medical officer. "I shall see what I can do Hotlink. My brother may be hard-headed, but at least he's better than the insufferable fool Starscream." She replied.
Hotlink nodded, turning down another hallway, Slipstream continued down her path. Headed straight for the bridge.
Upon the bridge, another, sharing the same body as Hotlink, stood. He was mainly black and grey with purple highlighting his body. He nodded at something, red optics locked upon the clouds surrounding his warship. "Very good Sunstorm, I look forward to seeing what you have uncovered." He said, a single claw like finger pressing a button.
He turned, optics shifting to Slipstream as the female Seeker entered the bridge. "Sister, what have you to report?" He questioned
Slipstream crossed her arms, coming to halt. "Brother, I'm hurt that you can't be bothered to greet me in the way siblings should." She responded sarcastically, noting her brother roll his optics in amusement. "Hotlink's complaining about a lack of medical supplies and some of the troops are wondering why we're on Earth."
The commander nodded, glancing over the Vehicons stationed around. "Earth is but a temporary stop in our mission, it has a few…" He trailed off, a small smirk forming as he shifted position. "Things that we need to gather before we leave this system for good." He explained. Optics lifting as he noticed another Con enter. "As for Hotlink's situation, we shall see what we can take from the Autobots on Cybertron."
Slipstream followed her brothers gaze to the new Con. He was large, bulky as well. Four wheels stuck from his body, two in the shoulders, two in his lower legs. His plate were dark blue and green. A yellow visor lined his black head while a plate covered any facial features he might have.
She glanced back at her brother. "Correct me if I'm wrong, Skywarp, but isn't Cybertron under Autobot control?"
Skywarp nodded. "We can thank Starscream's cowardice for that." He slowly walked forward, optics moving to rest upon the bulky con. "Which is why I have enlisted the aid of Onslaught and his team to bypass security."
Onslaught crossed his arms, visor locked upon Skywarp. "I have already mapped out several weak points in the Autobot security systems. But our window will close within the next 2-3 orbital cycles." He grunted in annoyance. "Ultra Magnus is working on knocking out the few kinks we've managed to discover."
Skywarp shook his head. "That's not a lot of time to work in." He muttered. "How quickly can your team operate?"
Onslaught glanced at Slipstream, then the many Vehicon drones working around. "It depends on well you want the job done. If you need it done poorly, we can be in and out with the Autobots on our behind…"
Skywarp held a hand up, silencing Onslaught. "We don't need to draw too much attention. We only need to extract two valuable assets." He informed, stepping towards a computer terminal. In an instance, the images of Starscream and Shockwave formed.
Onslaught glanced over the two. "It'll be tough to get them both out intact. But I'm sure my team can handle it."
The Seeker merely smirked. "I don't care how many pieces Starscream is in when he arrives. His brain module is all I care about. Shockwave though, I require him intact." He turned, watching Slipstream closely. "Head down to the ruins of Megatron's fortress, give them some, encouragement to hurry up."
The female seeker grinned, her head tilting slightly. "Of course, brother, I'll give them some… motivation." She replied. In one quick motion, she turned on her heels, marching off the command bridge.
Onslaught glanced at Skywarp. "I question your choice of second in command." He crossed his arms, watching the Seeker closely. "There are others who are better suited to that position then her."
Skywarp growled quietly, optics narrowed as he faced the Combaticon leader. "Be careful with your words, Onslaught." He warned, fingers curling slightly, the sharp tips glimmered in the light. "My choice of second in command is not defined by my split-spark, but by her abilities."
Onslaught nodded, Skywarp may be the commanding officer of the Thanatos, but he had only enlisted the aid of his team, once done, they were headed off to Nebulos to join up with Scorponok. "I'm not intimidated, commander."
Skywarp merely rolled his optics. "Prep your team, we leave in 30 cycles." He turned, heading back to the front of the command bridge, only to pause and glance back over his shoulder. "And remember Onslaught, I'm not one to underestimate."
Onslaught grumbled, making his exit.
Jack's homestead was silent. Jack sat, reflecting over the departure of Arcee and the Autobots, and with them, all contact of Cybertron and Earth gone. A breeze of peace had fallen over Earth in those short few months, many had already forgotten about the Cybertronian civil war.
Jack had not, it continued to linger at the front of his mind, every night, he remembered that they were gone, the Autobots, Arcee, they had left for their home. Never to be seen again. It bugged him, he and Arcee were partners, and partners left each other.
The words seemed false, a white lie. They wouldn't come back, they never would. Earth wasn't worth it to them, not anymore. They had Cybertron once more. Jack closed his eyes, wishing himself to sleep. He couldn't afford to be stuck in the past.
Within the next hour, he fell into a peaceful slumber. In his dreams, he noticed a new landscape. Blank and barren, a void like realm rich with cosmic power. Power true to that of a god. "Where am I?" He wondered, taking a step. The ground constantly produced mist. "Hello?" He yelled.
The void stirred, mist swirled, images flashing through them. Someone who looked like Megatron stood, towering over Earth, a warship, like The Nemesis fought against The Nemesis. He saw Seekers in bodies he hadn't seen before. Decepticons, he saw fire raging on Earth.
Jack turned, his body tense and eyes locked upon the mist like images. He watched as the mist changed. He saw Arcee fighting against a purple and black Seeker. He saw hordes of unknown Deception drones cloud the skies above New York.
Soon, he saw Megatron, fighting against Deception drones, he saw five Decepticons form one larger one. Then, he saw an Autobot, one he hadn't seen before, stand up, the Star Saber in hand. He soon saw himself, running towards Arcee and the purple and black Seeker.
The mist vanished, taking the images with them. Jack looked around, confused, and wary of what they meant. "Is anyone there?" He cried. He started to run, nothing moved. The scenery stayed the same. He halted, looking around, the images lingered in his memories.
Jack paused, closed his eyes and breathed. In and out, like his mother taught him to. He opened his eyes. "What were those images?" He wondered.
A voice spoke, one unlike any he had ever heard. Jack looked around, searching for the voice's origin. "The future."
Materializing before him, standing tall, was one of the ancients, one of the firsts. His armour was white and maroon, gears sat within his joints. A clock like insignia sat within the centre of his chest. "Who are you?" Jack asked.
The ancient one kneeled before Jack, blue optics locked upon him. "Jack Darby, I am Vector Prime. Guardian of Space and Time." He revealed.
Jack widened his eyes briefly, only to frown. "Where am I?" He inquired, watching the Guardian of Space and Time with curiosity.
The ancient Prime allowed his gaze to briefly sweep the void. "I have brought you here, to the Realm of the Primes, on the request of my brothers and sister." He pulled back, standing to his full height. "Every Prime, past, present and future, find their way here eventually."
Jack blinked. "But I'm not a Prime, not Cybertronian. I'm just… "Jack glanced up at Vector Prime. "Human." He muttered with a sigh.
The Guardian of Space and Time took note of Jack's words. "It is true that you are human, nor are you a Prime." He began, walking slowly, allowing Jack to keep up with him. "But we do not summon people here lightly."
Jack blinked in thought. "And why have I been summoned?"
Vector Prime smiled slightly. "Long have the Primes watched over Cybertron, and Earth. Watching for one worthy to succeed Optimus. In our days of observation, we witnessed many potential Primes fall to their own greed and lust for power."
The elderly Prime glanced up, stars filled the sky of the void. "Others were just not ready for the burden of leadership. But we all saw one thing, something we can no longer ignore. The Decepticons are not as finished as many believe." He paused, optics falling upon Jack.
"Dire times lie ahead, a great evil, one far more dangerous then Megatron, is coming to power. I have foreseen his rise, and his downfall." Vector Prime paused. "I have said too much already." He announced suddenly, falling silent as they continued to walk.
Eventually, thirteen thrones formed. Ten of them were occupied, while three were vacant. Jack assumed one of them belonged to Vector Prime, but the other two, who they belonged to eluded him.
Resting upon the thrones, were silhouetted figures, each of them varied in both size and shape, but all of them had the same bright blue optics. At the head of the thrones, was an insignia, one Jack assumed, related to each of the original Thirteen Primes.
A voice spoke out, benevolent and bright. Authority and recognition rested within the tone. "Welcome to our domain, Jack Darby of Earth."
Jack glanced around, he saw Vector take a seat, his body hiding in the shadows as he did so. "Who are you all?" He asked, gaze sweeping each of the Primes.
"Warrior of light, Prima."
"Master of time and space, Vector Prime."
"Records keeper, Alpha Trion."
"First female and smith, Solus Prime."
"Minicon and power booster, Micronus Prime."
"Student of elements, Alchemist Prime."
"The first combiner, Nexus Prime."
"King of the beasts, Onyx Prime."
"Ever changing, Amalgamous Prime."
"Creator of life, Quintus Prime."
"Manipulator and liar, Liege Maximo."
"We are the Thirteen, those birthed from Primus to fight Unicron, and guide our race to prosperity." They said at once.
Jack nodded, gaze falling upon Prima, the Warrior of Light spoke. "Jack Darby of Earth. Long have we watched over you. Seen how you have grown and adapted. How you have transformed beyond the limits of your peers."
Jack was creeped out slightly, they had been watching him for who knows how long. He didn't like it. Alpha Trion soon continued. "In you, we have seen the qualities of a leader. You worry about your safety last and focus on helping keep those around you safe."
Nexus Prime nodded. "You have ignored the lust for power, the drive for vengeance, and the greed of money that many of your kind have in common. You recognise the weak as the strong, and the strong, weak."
Solus soon added her own input. "You treat all as an equal, never abusing the power you have over others. You are smart and creative, finding a way around issues without second thought."
Jack blinked. His gaze fell upon Prima. "But why me? Why not the hundreds of others out there?" He demanded, watching Prima closely.
Prima closed his optics. "Because Jack Darby of Earth, you have shown courage in the direst of times. Even faced with the destruction of your own planet, you stood strong, never allowing your emotions to take over."
Jack sighed, his eyes falling to his feet. "I..." Jack was at a loss, he didn't know what to say. He closed his eyes, his mind reflecting over all the things he had done in his life, over the events that had changed his life.
Time passed, minutes turned to hours, at least, it felt like that to Jack. Finally, he spoke. "I… I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I can't lead people, I'm not the one you want."
The Primes glanced at each other, each of them whispering to one another. Words Jack couldn't understand went over his head. Jack hated it, they were talking about him, and he didn't know what they were saying.
At last, the hushed talk was broken. Prima stood tall from his throne. Emerging from the shadows, revealing his full form. His plates were silver and gold. Along his back, was a small cape of sorts. "Jack Darby of Earth. If we are unable to convince you of what destiny has planned for you. Then we have failed our duty to Primus, to our people, and the universe."
Prima soon pulled a blade from his back. In a quick motion, he brought the blade down into the ground, he fell to one knee. "Without a Prime, chaos will rule over life. Light will fade till only darkness remains. And our sparks, will forever be extinguished." And the mist rolled in, devouring his body till darkness remained.
Jack awoke with a gasp, he glanced around his room. He breathed heavily. Sweat rolled down his forehead. It was warm, far warmer than he was comfortable with. Something rested at the back of his mind, a thought.
The memories rushed him at once, flooding his mind. The dream, if he could call it that, felt real. The Thirteen, they summoned him, only for him to reject them. He shook his head. He couldn't dwell on those thoughts now.
He looked out the window, the rising sun over the horizon greeted him. Sunrise, Jack felt tired, sleepy. The dream, or out of body experience, it didn't give him any sleep. He sighed, flipping his legs out, he stood tall. He felt something metal under his foot. He glanced down.
Gently, Jack lifted up a small badge. The insignia Vector Prime had upon his chest laid upon the small object. A voice soon spoke to him. "You can't reject your calling forever. One day, you will have to stand up and lead."
Jack closed his eyes, he placed the badge upon his bedside table. "I will never be a Prime." He mumbled, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
Massive crystal reached into the skies of Cybertron. The light reflected off them, causing them to shimmer with beauty. Racing through the crystals, a small group of Autobots moved. At the front of the group, was Arcee. The blue female twisted and turned, avoiding the crystalline towers.
Swerving in and around them behind her, raced Chromia. The light blue Cybertronian motorbike accelerated rapidly, speeding towards her twin. "I've never been to this region of Cybertron before." She said, zooming around one of the large crystalline towers.
Above them, ducking and diving through the towers, a sleek black and red jet soared. The Aerialbot Air Raid did a barrel roll as he ducked around one of the crystals. "Woo-hoo! This is some of the best flying I've done if I do say so myself." He exclaimed, diving down towards the ground.
Arcee turned to the side, skidding along the ground, plates started to shift as her form changed. Sliding to a stop, she glanced around, optics sweeping the area. "It was forbidden to enter this region before the war. High council punished any who entered…" She paused, glancing back at her sister. "If they were lucky to survive the unstable grounds."
Chromia raced up a ramp, her form changing, just like her sister did beforehand. Landing upon the ground, she glanced at Arcee, a small smirk forming upon her lips. Blue optics met blue optics, the twins had the same body, but differed in colour. "Never knew that. Guess I spent too much time training for the Elite Guard."
To Chromia's left, Air Raid descended, his plates shifting as he dropped to his feet. The thrusters of his jet mode served as his shoulders, his blue optics were brighter than the others. He jogged on the spot, optics locked upon Arcee. "So…" He began, halting his movements altogether. "Going to tell us why we're in the middle of a massive Energon field?"
Arcee rolled her optics, a hand falling upon her hip. "Air Raid." She allowed her optics to fall upon the massive crystalline towers. "These aren't Energon crystals. Their light crystals, a key piece of light benders."
Air Raid raised an optic, arms crossed as he watched Arcee. "That doesn't answer my question."
The female Autobot shook her head. "I'll explain why we're here when the others arrive." She replied.
Chromia frowned in confusion, curious as to why her sister was waiting for others. "Others?" She voiced, watching her twin closely, hoping to gain an answer.
Arcee merely smiled at her twin and brought a finger to her audio receptor. "How far out are you Silverbolt? Chromia, Air Raid and I have already reached the meet up point."
"We're about twenty kliks out from the meeting point. But we're encountering a few Insecticon scout, so we may be delayed."
Arcee sighed. "Do your best to get here. I wouldn't want to explain everything twice." She replied with a chuckle.
"Off course not, ma'am. We'll make double time. Silverbolt out."
Arcee turned, optics falling upon her two comrades. "Keep sharp, the Insecticons are acting up again."
Air Raid grumbled. "Those ugly bugs, wish they'd just stayed underground." He shifted his arm, allowing a long barrel to form. "Well, I'll be up on the ridge if you need me." He said.
Arcee nodded, glancing at Chromia. "What's bothering you Chrome?" She always knew when Chromia bothered by something. A side effect of their split-spark, something that worked both ways.
Chromia sighed, her optics falling upon the towers. "This peace, it feels too good to be true."
Arcee followed her sisters' gaze. The large reflective crystals towered above them. "The war's over Chrome, the Con's leadership is locked away, and Megatron's in his self-exile. There's nothing to worry about."
Chromia didn't feel relaxed by her words. She shook her head. "That's what everyone's saying, Cee…" She trailed off, optics locked upon the sky. "But what if it isn't over. What if there's someone out there? Plotting to unite the scattered Cons?"
Arcee closed her optics as she observed Chromia's words. Was the war truly over? Or was this just the calm before the storm? A screech reached her audio receptors. Her optics widened. "Insecticons!" She cried, guns formed as she turned fast.
Chromia followed suit, her optics locked onto the horde of metal bugs. "By Primus, that's a lot of bugs."
Air Raid's voice quickly fell upon their audio receptors. "They'll be crawling back to their queen leaking Energon when we're through with em!" He cried, firing a few shots at the oncoming swarm.
Arcee backed up slightly, shaking her head. "Fall back to cover, they outnumber us one hundred to one." She cried, breaking into a run, firing back at the swarm.
The Insecticons screeched, their legs scurrying along the ground. Few of them shifted forms to draw out their own weaponry. Chromia widened her optics when she glanced over her shoulder. "Why did it have to be bugs?" She muttered.
Air Raid continued to rain down covering fire. A screech reached his audio receptor. He moved fast, avoiding the massive claw that slammed into the ground. "Hello ugly." He greeted, leaping back of the ridge as he fired a shot into the bugs chest.
Arcee slid to a stop, her optics locked upon the oncoming swarm. "Primus, help us." She muttered, her back brushed the surface of the crystalline towers, she continued to fire, round after round of fire into the swarm. "Silverbolt!" She screamed, diving to the side as one of the bugs slammed a claw into the wall.
Diving forward, she kicked the bug back, firing a few shots into its head. "We could really use your help right about now." She finished, leaping to the side as another two bugs slammed into the ground from above.
Chromia wasn't faring any better than her sister. The bugs continued to swarm in their overwhelming numbers. She'd gotten the bugs using their ranged weapons, something she wished didn't happen. She preferred to fight up close and personal with the enemy.
Ducking behind cover, she sighed. "Oh, sweet Ironhide, if I survive this, you are in a world of trouble." She grumbled, turning out form her cover. She fired several rounds into the bugs inching closer.
Air Raid dived in beside Chromia. "Not how I thought things would go honestly." He stated, turning fast to return fire. "And here I thought this was going to be an easy fight."
Chromia chuckled lightly, firing away at the bugs. "Nothings easy when it comes to the bugs, Air Raid." A shot landed above them, causing a few crystals to fall to the ground. "But they sure are persistent."
Air Raid rolled his optics as he lined another shot. "Well, this certainly isn't our finest hour." He noticed Arcee in the distance, the bugs had her surrounded. "Scrap." He hissed, adjusting his aim to give her support.
Arcee narrowed her optics, blades drawn as the bugs towered above her. "You want some, bugs?" She threatened, watching as they each spread their massive claws apart. "Then come and get some!" She yelled, leaping into the air.
One of the bugs fell before her, she twisted, ducking under another, she sliced at the legs, knocking them off balance. She could see Air Raid giving her support from a distance, Chromia covering him. "And here I thought this day couldn't get any worse." She muttered.
A fist slammed into her. She crashed against one of the pillars. She grunted from the impact, optics falling upon the bugs as they moved towards her. She growled, slowly pushing herself back up. "I won't go down without a fight, bugs."
Fire rained down from the sky as several explosions sent bugs scattering. "Air support has arrived, ma'am?" Silverbolt declared, announcing his arrival soaring with a few missiles. Following behind him, three other jets soared in, each of them opened up into the Insecticon horde.
Arcee smiled to herself as she stood tall. "Better late than never, Silverbolt." Rising her blasters, she let loose a few rounds into the horde. Something flashed before her optics. Something fast, she glanced either side of her, unable to locate the thing, or person. "Strange." She muttered.
The bugs screeched, pulling back as Silverbolt and his boys shifted form. The Aerialbot commander drew his gun. "I'd be out of here if I were you." He warned, watching as the bugs fell back.
One of the bugs paused, glancing back. "The Decepticons will rise again, Autobots…bots…bots." He spat like poison, racing back after the horde.
Silverbolt frowned at the bugs words. "The Decepticons will rise again, that's highly unlikely." He muttered to himself. Turning around he moved towards Arcee, his fellow Aerialbots moving to support the others. "Sorry we couldn't get here earlier, ma'am. We encountered some… non bug obstacles on the way in."
Arcee shook her head in annoyance. "At least you got here Silverbolt. I'll explain everything once we're well rested."
The Aerialbot commander nodded, leaving to speak with the others. Arcee relaxed against the crystalline tower, her optics narrowed, the cons words lingered in her mind. "Arcee, I require your presence."
Arcee widened her optics. She glanced to see the others, they were busy tending to their temporary camp, and didn't seem to hear the voice. Carefully, she snuck away from the others, heading into the massive maze of crystalline towers. "That voice, Optimus, but how?" She wondered, curious as to how their former leader was speaking to her.
She walked for what felt like ages, the day seemed to draw on. She could feel her movements become sloppy, slow and uncoordinated. She stumbled upon something. She shook her head, reaching out to the nearest crystal for support. "What's going on with me?"
She felt weaker than normal, she could fell her systems shutting down. The darkness surrounded the edges of her vision. "Why do I feel weak?"
"Everything will be explained"
Optimus' voice again. "Am I going mad?" She thought, sliding down the edge of the crystal. "Or is something else going on?" She finished. The minutes passed till all she could see was darkness.
Arcee glanced around, she was floating in the air. The lack of anything solid below her confirmed that. The air around her was thick with energy, raw, unfiltered Energon. The void was dark, really dark. She couldn't see much beyond the black fabric of reality around her.
"Where am I?" She wondered, prepping herself for a fight, or an ambush. Thoughts, theories and ideas of how she got there started to form. Had the bugs gotten to her, had the Cons really returned, and she was one of their first targets? Or was it something else? A bounty hunter?
"With the words of one, and the actions of another. A rising evil will bring destruction to all. And in the conflict, a rising light will fulfil his fate."
Arcee glanced around frantically, searching for the voice's origin. "Show yourself!"
"On a world forged from chaos, conflict will brew. Siblings will fight, and torment will reign."
Arcee rolled a fist, her patience grew thin with the voice. "Who are you? Where are you?"
"In their darkest hour, the Lathe will be bound to the chosen. And in the suffering, the rise of a hero will culminate."
Arcee felt her body loosen at the words. Listening closer, they sounded, almost prophetic.
"And with the aid of one, will he fight back the warlord of destruction."
The voice faded, leaving Arcee alone. She frowned. "Who are you?"
Silence, silence was all that greeted her. "Arcee."
"Optimus." Arcee said, turning to see Optimus standing there. "How?"
Optimus raised a hand. "Your time here is limited, and there is one who wishes to speak with you."
Arcee tilted her head in confusion, turning around, a massive head came into view. Bright green optics glowed. "Primus." She muttered.
"Arcee of Iacon, dark days draw near."
Arcee blinked. "Dark days?"
"The War is not over, and shall not be till all who seek to continue it are gone. Optimus Prime, my child."
Optimus nodded, his gaze locked on Arcee. "Arcee, Primus has chosen you to be the first of his champions." He began to explain. "You are to be one of two stationed on Earth."
Arcee glanced back at Optimus. "Me? Why me?"
"Through your connection to the world. Jack Darby of Earth."
"The Decepticons are searching for something Arcee, something that could reignite the war and bring about the end of all life on Earth." Optimus warned.
Arcee widened her optics. "You want me to go to Earth? But what about Cybertron?"
"Cybertron shall not be left unguarded, Arcee of Iacon."
Arcee felt Optimus' hand upon her shoulder, she glanced up at the prime. "Earth needs you, Arcee. As we speak, my brothers and sister speak to my successor. Jack needs you now, more than ever."
Arcee nodded. "I understand Optimus. But what do I tell the others?"
"Take your team with you, for they play a major part in Earth's protection."
Arcee glanced at Optimus. "And what do I do when I arrive?"
Optimus started to fade into the void. "You will know." He said.
Arcee blinked, she wanted to ask more questions, get answers for what's going on. She glanced back, only to find Primus gone as well. She felt the void shake, darkness edged over her. And the last thing she heard before everything went dark, came from Primus.
"Arise, Arcee, protector of Earth, champion of Primus."
Spent around a week or two writing this first chapter, introducing some of the characters, and how they'd interact, or how I might see them in this universe. You might notice some minor characters getting used as well, such as Hotlink, or Lifeline(She'll be in the next chapter.). I felt like some of these characters needed more recognition then just being toy characters, or in Skywarp's case, the guy who always comes last in the main Seeker trio. (And for some reason, he's always the hardest to track down for a reasonable price.)
What did you think of this first chapter, I'll be doing my best to make sure the chapters reach at least 4000 words or more. I'm debating on whether or not this should be an ArceexJack story as well, (And if things go as I've planned, it might happen.)
Well, review and leave feedback, and ideas as well.