Hi there! I just wanted to let my readers know that no, I have not forgotten about this story, but most of my stories are currently undergoing rewrites. This series is my top priority, but I'm planning to split it into several different books.

The first book will be called First Blood, and will focus on the First Quintesson War with the only canon characters being Azimuth, Alpha Trion, Kranix, and Nova Prime (plus a whole bunch of OCs). It is a prelude to the Second Quintesson War, which is what the second book will be centered on. The third book will be the Great War, and the fourth will be the *spoilers – sorry, can't tell*

I also want to thank the readers who have been there since the beginning (my sad, failed attempt at putting my idea into words about a year or two ago – possibly more), and for sticking with me. I've done two or three rewrites already, but this time I'm completely overhauling the story (it'll be better, I promise!).

Be on the watch for First Blood, as it's nearly finished (it'll be quite short, though, so don't be disappointed when it's only seven or so chapters cx). If you'd like, here's an excerpt from First Blood.

The Quintessons came. They wanted their birth planet back. Created by Quintus Prime, their ancestors were here before us, but they were spirited away by their creator after the War of the Primes. They brought their fleets of starships filled with false prophets and greedy merchants. But we are a young, naive race, and didn't know any better. We fell for their trap, and now we are paying the price.

But you know all this. As you should also know, I am not sending you this message to tell you only of our mistakes. You have experienced them enough for yourselves. No, I am sending you this message, this calling, so that you may join me in liberating our brothers and sisters from the Quintessons.

I have contacted thirteen of you to assist me in this challenge. I would like you to meet me beneath Crystal City, at the Underworld Gates. Do not allow anyone to see this message, or to follow you.

– Alpha Trion

001.06.13 AW (first orn, sixth quartex, thirteenth cycle; Age of Wrath)

On the surface, Crystal City was beautiful. Beneath, however, it was a labyrinth of twisting tunnels filled with rust-infected hallways and vengeful creatures of the dark. A trio of seekers walked down one such hallway, glancing fretfully about. The only sound was that of their peds clanking on the metal floor, and the drip of stale energon.

"Why do you suppose Alpha called us here?" one asked, a mech with intricate markings engraved on his gold and gray armor.

"How should I know, Azoth?" another replied, his armor black and dark red, with no markings.

"I was just wondering!" Azoth replied, narrowing his yellow optics. The other mech rolled his own red ones and cycled his vents in annoyance.

"Will you two knock it off?" snapped the third seeker, a femme with light blue and silver armor. "We're supposed to be quiet, remember?"

"Sorry, Radii," Azoth said sulkily. Viral gave a curt nod, then continued down the hallway. As they reached a corner, they noticed a bright blue light reflecting off the corresponding wall.

"This must be it," Viral whispered, stepping tentatively around the bend.

"Ah, you're here."