Ok, so much for saying the story was going to end. It's apparently not. Another plot creeped it's way into the story, and it would be just cruel to cut it off there, huh?

Hopefully, you all enjoy this next chapter!

A/N: I claim nothing but the plot. 'Nuff said.

A/N 2: Each of these titles have a Latin quote translated to English. Just a notable note... lol

As the screen sat seemingly in limbo on what Ratchet had paused it on, the unfamiliar Mech and a dark grey – almost charcoal – moon by the place they came to think was only Cybertron, they all pondered about it. None of them had ever known Cybertron to have a moon – which made Optimus consider that perhaps the ones on the screen were on a different planet altogether, which wasn't unheard of.

Charr, for example, had a moon. But the planet itself was nearly a fireball itself, being too close to any star to actual keep any other life other than Cybertronians, the heat being sometimes unbearable to the mechs who had been exiled there.

They'd never seen one orbiting the planet of Cybertron before in their long lives, so what was this? It couldn't have been Cybertron. The image only formed more questions than answers.

They also had never seen any of these mechs before, this one, in particular that the playback had happened to be paused on. Optimus studied him closely. He was mostly an off-silver white with red that adorned his seams and body in various places with hints of blues and golds. His chest, which had the orb and glowed slightly seemed to have a spark – if that's what it was, one could only guess, but it wasn't one like any of them had ever seen. The Spark chamber was usually always protected deep within the chest, given they were so vulnerable, so why would any Cybertronian have it so close to the outside?

In his right hand, what appeared to be the hilt of a sword in his hand, but no one could tell for sure as they scrutinized the memory before them. It was a weapon, that much they could say, but what exactly, they could not. None of them ever heard of using swords anyways – so why was this one using what appeared to be a sword?

"Play it, but be prepared to pause it, I want to record an image of each of these new mechs," Optimus nodded towards the screen, already having taken this one's form and kept it to memory.

Ratchet reached forward and allowed the extraction to go forth. A soft, 'hmm' was heard from him as Starscream's optics turned fully onto the moon, a few readings coming across his HUD as it did so, giving dimensions and such but some things even the ones in the room had no idea what they said, "Pause that," Optimus said and Ratchet did as instructed, looking to where Optimus was looking. His optics staring down the writing all over the HUD, "Can any of you read that?" It wasn't the first time they had seen it. They hadn't addressed it before, because they were already awestruck by the occurrences before them.

"Nope," Ratchet answered.

"Not at all, is it even Cybertronian?" Wheeljack responded, tilting his head slightly. It appeared to be Cybertronian, but since when could they not understand their own language?

"It looks Cybertronian, but…" Optimus paused, "I have only seen those marks on the Allspark," His optics narrowed as he studied it, "so it must be,"

"You're saying that these guys used the same language as the Allspark?" Wheeljack asked.

Optimus nodded, it was the only conclusion. No one really knew all of the Allspark's secrets. They only really knew that it gave life and was older than Cybertron itself – or at least that's what they had heard, but now this image was contradicting that in a big way.

"No one knew where the Allspark came from."

"But this is showing the same language. Do you think someone has skewed a little in the origins of the Allspark itself?"

"I think it's pretty obvious." Optimus replied curtly. Why would historians want to lie about where the Allspark came from?

"Continue playback," Optimus said almost with awe in his voice.

If the others were talking they would never have known it. Starscream flinched a few times as the memory proceeded and Optimus stared as two other mechs came into Starscream's field of vision, "Pause it," he ordered, and Ratchet did such. Optimus stared at the two new mechs on the screen, writing every detail of each of them to memory.

"Who are they?" Wheeljack asked, completely confused.

"I don't know, Wheeljack. We can only assume they are on a distant planet. Cybertron never had a moon,"

"Whatever this is, it's unwritten in anything I have ever read," Ratchet replied, looking to Optimus to see if he was done, and Optimus only nodded at the unspoken question.

Ratchet allowed the extraction to play back, when he knew to stop on 4 other mechs, allowing Optimus to put them to memory for later examination. They all seemed to be standing around, mostly talking with constant looks to the moon as if worried about it. Who knew – Maybe it was going to explode? Starscream's vision fixed on the two that the memory had first spotted. Again Ratchet paused it while Optimus stared at the screen. Not only committing them to memory, but also studying the one. He swore he knew this guy, but couldn't place him.

"Optimus, are you alright?" Ratchet asked, concerned as he saw his leader staring so intently at the view.

"I – I don't know, Ratchet. I feel like I know that mech, or I should… but I have never met him in my life," Optimus responded, not taking his optics from the view. Ratchet glanced between the view and Optimus' optics… another soft 'hmm' emanated from the medic, "Are you ready to continue?"

Optimus nodded with a shake of his head, going through his own memory banks for something to tell him who these guys were with Starscream… and when.

Twitch.

By the time Starscream's optics had gone to all of the mechs seen, Optimus surmised that there were strangely enough only 12 – forgetting to count the one looking to the others with various conversations being the 13th himself. It still hadn't dawned on the leader.

The thought came to Wheeljack that these were the 13 original Cybertronians, but quickly cut off that idea since he didn't think Starscream was that old. He couldn't even bring it to his mind to think that Starscream was standing among the ranks of such legendary Cybertronians.

The screen suddenly went white and next it cleared out to several starships flying into orbit. All of the ships looked old. They were far too old to be of any modern design like Optimus or Ratchet, or even Ironhide. Wheeljack wasn't half as old as the rest of them, but he had seen the oldest of all transformation designs – or so he thought, so he was even more confused than the rest of them as he stared at the machines, even though the thought never left him about what they might have been seeing. He held up his hand, unsure if speaking was the smartest, but the only question not asked was the stupid one, right…?

Twitch, twitch.

…Right?

He looked to Ratchet who paused the viewing, "Something wrong Wheeljack?"

Wheeljack considered what he was thinking, "Never mind," he said gently, passing his idea off, but thought again, "What if… what if we are seeing the beginning… you know, the very beginning?"

Optimus furrowed his optic ridges in question. Wheeljack may have had a point, but this would be impossible, right? To think that Starscream was one of the original 13 made Optimus hike a ridge even higher, "You are saying that Starscream may be that old?"

"Well, maybe. I don't know, it was just a fleeting thought." He snorted at himself, "You know – disregard that. There's no way that we could possibly be seeing…" He paused, "Primus," His voice was accompanied by a quick inhalation in his vents.

"What?" Ratchet asked expectantly.

"Well, I remember as a youngling – while I was still at the academy, learning a little about the story of the first 13-"

"It was standard, but as you can see, this is not Cybertron – This planet has a moon." Ratchet countered, cutting the Engineer off, "Besides, the ones you are talking about are the ones who came across the Allspark on Cybertron,"

Wheeljack nodded, "You know, you're right," He almost laughed as he chided himself for even thinking that they were viewing such stories first hand.

Ratchet continued the playback and they watched as the large group of Cybertronians made their way to the moon and came close to it, yet to have landing there, "What do you think their doing?"

Starscream did something unexpected, this time, while they watched. He vibrated as if he had been struck by lightning then went limp again.

Ratchet shrugged with a hiked optic ridge, "Exploring?" he glanced back at the screen.

What they hadn't known that if they had turned around, they wouldn't have seen a planet behind them, but a Cybertronian. A very, very big Cybertronian. And if they only knew what – or rather who they were seeing as this 'moon' they would have all probably shorted a circuit or two.

For some reason, Unicron and the battle of Primus himself were omitted from any story any of them had ever heard. Even the myth of the few Cybertronians was just that – a myth. The 13 they had heard about were supposedly workers for old Cybertron. By the story, these were the ones to have stumbled upon the Allspark in the depths underground.

However, what they were witnessing was nothing like they had heard in the books they read at the academy. The Myth, the true history of how the Allspark came to be, and the 13 Cybertronians who helped defeat the worst evil that the race ever encountered and never knew about were on the screen, as if here to rewrite history itself.

And as quickly as it had all come, it was gone. A loud bang and startled cry suddenly made them all flinch as the memory went black on the screen and Starscream started to writhe on the berth. His body disconnecting from all of the ports he had been connected with, rendering the machine idle. His optics flashed on and he sat up slowly. They were no longer the red color everyone was so used to seeing, but more of a green color. It was seen in the optics of all of the others in Starscream's memory, as the ones in the room observed, "Starscream?" Optimus asked curiously. He went to place a hand on the youngling's shoulder, only to have said youngling rip his shoulder away violently and give the offending hand a dirty look as if it was invading his personal and private space.

The green alienated optics went over each in the room. He acted as if he didn't know who he was in a room with, scrutinizing each one with an unfamiliar, unblinking glare.

Optimus blinked a few times questioningly at Starscream. Ratchet had already started his scans finding the bot was completely blocked off and he snorted. Wheeljack stared dumbly at the Seeker. Just then, Starscream ran off a series of Cybertronian, or what sounded like Cybertronian before glancing at them all once more and standing and walking out of the med bay without another word.

They all thought perhaps Starscream had gone over the deep end, having too much from his flooded into his processor which was wiped with each rebirth. He knew who he was around, he knew where he was, he knew everything. All that they had not seen on the screen, and he knew everything they would have seen if he hadn't sat up and ripped himself from the machine.

Next Chapter: With all that knowledge, what will Starscream do?