When the group assembled in the main room, Ratchet let out his disagreement of letting the Decepticons come to the base on Optimus with a wrench. The boy watched as the wrench went flying and hit Optimus in the middle of the forehead, before smirking and shaking his head slightly. Ratchet started ranting at Optimus, but Optimus quieted him, pointing out the new human. Then, evidently finding this as good a time as any, the boy started.
"Well, I guess I'll start from the beginning. I guess that the beginning took place during the last few minutes or so of school, so I'll start there. It was the last period of school, and I had science. A few months ago, a friend of mine disappeared, so my parents have been a bit wary...
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(Flashback)
"And so class, I am expecting the thousand word essay on the evolution of homo sapiens and our ancestors to be turned in by Friday." Said the teacher, Mr. Slaughter. The class groaned, but were interrupted by the bell. The class packed up their things and left. One boy by the name Jordan Cready walked up to the front of the class and turned in three stapled papers. Mr. Slaughter looked up to Jordan from his desk and rose an eyebrow upon being handed the papers. He nodded his head with a quiet "thank you" as Jordan walked away. He couldn't help but feel a strange foreboding, as if something important was about to happen.
A long bus ride later, he was at his stop. He started the lengthy trek to his house and he walked in. On the counter was a note from his mom saying she was not going to be home anytime soon. The best bet was that she was shopping, so she would be home a little before dinner time. Jordan read it then went to his room and laid on the bed.
All of sudden, a pain went through his back. He sat up so quickly it was almost as if he never laid down in the first place. He looked at the bed and saw a small metal cube. He picked it up and found it fit perfectly in his hand. Jordan looked closely and saw many small markings etched on. He used his thumb to feel along both the faces and edges, which he soon regretted. The edge was sharp, and he pressed his thumb on it too hard, hard enough to draw blood.
Jordan dropped the cube and started to feel lightheaded. Before he could do anything else, he fainted and fell back against the bed.
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He woke to a giant metal city in ruin. The tallest buildings were so high he couldn't see the tops. The sky was dark, all that was visible were stars. What appeared to be metal roads with sections blasted apart were as wide as five of his houses put side to side. He looked around for any life, but could find nothing. Before he could search for anyone, he was interrupted by a voice.
"Jordan Allen Cready, I have chosen you to be my prodigy. You will help heal me and make sure my children will live past this war. For I am Primus, the god that has long been worshipped by the Cybertronians. I created them, but I no longer have the power to save them from themselves. My battles with Unicron have used up most of my energy. All I can do is bestow upon you the power of my Allspark, for better or worse. That is, if you so wish."
Jordan looked down at the ground in thought, wondering if this was a dream. He pinched himself.
"There is no possible way this could be real. Transformers is just a franchise that has been around for a long time, right? I'm just dreaming. Yeah, just dreaming."
"Actually, this is as real as school. What is that line from your world? 'You must understand, when you are writing a novel, you aren't making anything up. It's all there and you just have to find it'. That is true in this case, though obviously it is so much more than a novel. Now, do you wish to be my prodigy or not?"
"Sure, this may just prove to be fun."
"Ah yes, I almost forgot to tell you, you may soon see one who is familiar. Now, close your eyes..."
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"And then Primus brought me to the cavern, and the rest is history. Well, he also said wanted me to find Unicron's Prodigy, though he didn't tell me anything else about this person. Anyway, any questions?"
"Yes, one," said Megatron "why would Primus choose a human?"
"I need one who is neutral in this war, one who cares little for either side. One who has no personal vendetta."
The group startled and looked around in shock, fear, and surprise, showing that they all heard it. Optimus was the first to speak, and what he said was not a question.
"Primus."
"Yes, it is I. I am using a lot of energy talking to you, so I am going to be brief. Trust Jordan, he tells the truth. Unicron also has a prodigy. Beware of Zane, he has been here for longer than you would think. He also has the power of the Dark S..."
"Hello, Primus? Yoohoo? Anyone there?" Called Wheeljack. There was no response.
"Well, is that good enough for you?" Asked Jordan.
"You win this round." Sneered Megatron, narrowing his optics.
Throughout the entire conversation, no one noticed how Jordan's expression changed upon hearing the name Zane. He had a nagging feeling he knew which Zane that was.
"If the Zane is the one I am thinking about, then he will..." What went through Jordan's mind next was many different scenarios of what would happen if Zane had the power of a chaos God, not all of which were necessarily sane. Jordan grew worried for a moment, hoping that nothing would set Zane off. After a second's thought, however, he stopped. When he realized that he had yet to be demonized by the Cybertronians for any truly evil acts he had committed. He continued to ponder this before he realized the conversation was being continued.
"Are you thinking what I am thinking? That Primus was referring to the Dark Spark?"
"Yep, it is definitely Zane. He always wanted power over anything else. He always liked the smart villains, and he is smart. With power, he could be almost unstoppable. I wonder if I'll see him?"
"Impossible. We sent it deep into space in the middle of the war. The direction was nowhere near that of Earth, how could a human obtaIn it?" Asked Ultra Magnus.
"We cannot discount anything when it comes to Unicron. He never follows expectations, and will do whatever he can to stop Primus' goals." Replied Optimus Prime. No one had any responses.
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Meanwhile, Zane was in the main room of his base introducing Predaking to Omicron. Due to having seen the episodes that Zane had, Omicron already knew of Predaking, and thus had a one-way conversation with the dragon-like ex-Decepticon.
"Omicron, this is the latest addition to our little band of rebels. I hope the two of of you get along well, else I may have to step in and, ahem, mediate. Anyways, Predaking, come with me, I'll take you to where the clones are. Don't worry, they are perfectly safe. Although, we will want to wake them up one at a time, or else they may harm themselves. Oh, and a word of warning; you will need to prove your dominance over them. I have seen many examples of your species, and they are animalistic. I trust you will know what to do."
Predaking nodded and Zane teleported the two of them to the room that the Predacons were in, a room that was larger than all of the human bedrooms put together. Spread out on the floor were the bodies of the Predacons, all offline. Zane went up to one and and put his hands on it, closing his eyes so that he could focus on the task at hand. A purple glow surrounded both of figures before the Predacon woke up. Zane teleported behind Predaking as the Predacon stood upright and shook its head. This Predacon was in its it's anthropomorphic form, and it looked slightly feminine. It was yellow with bright green highlights on its wings, arms, and legs, had a tail that was like a scorpion's with three little claws on the end, black joints, purple claws, a purple crest on it's head, and yellow horns that would be a better fit for an extravagant crown.
It looked around the room, stopping on Predaking. It's red optics narrowed, and it charged at the larger mech. Predaking readied himself, spreading his legs to take the force, and grabbed the charging Predacon by the horns. He spun and pushed the Predacon against the ground, stepping on it's head in the process. Zane stared up in amusement, hoping the rest would be as easy as this one.
Meanwhile, Predaking started talking to the Predacon, though it was more akin to growling and snarling than communication. The Predacon snarled, baring it's beast-like teeth in the process. Predaking stepped down hard, causing loud squeals from the metal protesting against the pressure. Finally, the Predacon stopped making noise and went limp, in what Zane could only guess be compliance. Predaking stepped off, and the Predacon got up. It finally noticed Zane, and it walked towards him. Predaking growled, and Zane shook his head. Predaking stopped, and the Predacon picked Zane up. Zane reached for the wrist and plugged in his Ipod that he teleported to his hand into the Predacon's port. The Predacon stopped moving and it's optics dimmed as it took in the data Zane was downloading. A moment later, it set Zane back down and spoke in a feminine voice full of cockiness and insolence at the same time.
"Well, it is strange to see such a puny creature has power over my better."
Zane replied while Predaking took a step forward, putting as much anger and indignation into that one action as possible.
"I do not have power over him. We are equals. He helps me, I help him. It is a win-win no matter what way you cut the baby. In fact, I just might reformat Cybertron into a techno-organic planet for his efforts . It just depends on if I am able to do the necessary calculations. Heck, I may need a Quintesson to help. You know, one of those things with five faces. Anyway, if you do not yet have a designation, may I suggest Ser-ket? It suits you rather well."
After a long, drawn out pause, the Predacon nodded and started conversing with Predaking in the snarls and growls. When there seemed to be an end, Zane cocked his head towards Predaking. Predaking nodded, and Zane teleported them to the Transformer Building area, and started talking to Predaking.
"Predaking, now that your faction is gonna start growing dramatically, I have realized that I may need to explain a bit about what was to happen, what happened, and what is to come. You see, upon seeing the remains of Shockwave's lab, they were supposed to notice your clone's CNA combined with the Synth-En created cyber-matter. Then, they would refine the Synth-En. After that, Megatron would try to shoot it down to Earth, but the Autobots would have stopped him. The Autobots got rid of the commanders in the battle, and take the Vehicons to Cybertron. Using the cyber-matter, they revive Cybertron.
Now, obviously, that did not happen. I prevented the Autobots from going there, and I saved the Predacons. Oh, by the way, Shockwave made your clones all male, seemingly so they could not breed. You should know, I may have made a couple of them female. That way they can satisfy their natural urges. Anyway, with your CNA, and some of the Synth-En I may or may not have taken from the cave, we can revive Cybertron. Of course, I will not do that without your permission."