Title: The Prime
Genre: Action/Drama, Friendship/Romance
Rating: T for mild transformer swearing, some violence, and crude language
Short Summary:
When a young mech destined to be the next Prime is exiled by his evil uncle, he must learn what it means to become a great leader.

Chapter One

Before dawn even approached the face of the beautiful city of Iacon, everyone knew that something was happening. They could feel it in their systems. There was just that feeling of peace and tranquility that overwhelmed the mechs and femmes of Cybertron.

Something was happening. Something that was so great that they knew it was going to change their lives from that day on forward. They knew that this was the day.

It was the day the young Prince would be born.

How anyone even knew, it was due to the calling of the Ancient Scribe of Cyberton, Alpha Trion announcing it through the subspace communications system. He was calling attention for it.

The first calling, however, went to a young medical officer of the Iacon Medical Facility; a young 28 vorn old Cybertronian named Ratchet. He had received the call before his colleagues had and it was he who rushed to the Iacon City Palace, which was the dwelling of Iacon's great ruler and Leader and his mate. He knew the state of emergency and was already rushing out the doors of the facility, swiftly stating of where he was going. His colleagues could only watch him go, somewhat envious that he had been chosen to perform the greatest honor that a simple medical officer could do.

And that was delivering a sparkling into their world. But not just any sparkling. The Great Prime's sparkling.

It was just as the great bright moon of Cybertron appeared over the beautiful city when the young Prince was sparked. And everyone knew it had happened because never in a time, other than their great ruler's day of spark had the stars shone so brightly and the moon so silver white that its rays hit the brilliant silver city of Iacon, making the great structures nearly glow. Until it did now.

The calling came through and the people of Iacon rushed to the Iacon Palace to welcome their prince. They wanted to be there, to see him and welcome him into his new life.

Everyone was excited about meeting their future Prime. They knew if he was anything like his creator, he would be a great Leader. Everyone couldn't wait to see him.

The courtyard of the palace was slowly filling up with mechs and femmes of all vorns. There were younglings, botlings and even the Ancients filling in the spaces, all face plates turned upward towards the great balcony of the palace where they could see their great leader, overlooking his residence.

Sentinel Prime was a great figure, tall, proud. His coloring was of a brilliant noble red while his frame was no doubt powerful yet gentle. He had a powerful, broad frame, made of some of the toughest metal. Everyone knew against enemies, he could beat many. He was a proud, brave Leader who would jump into protecting his people, no matter the cost.

Over looking the growing crowd, Sentinel Prime was proud to see all of them, coming to welcome his new sparked offspring. It was a sight that made him feel warm to think that his sparkling would be greatly welcomed into their world.

His brilliant blue optics caught movement from the side and he turned to see that the greatest of all of their kind, in most of everyone's opinion any way, had arrived. He only smiled as he watched the tall, lanky but clearly wisest of their kind approached him.

The oldest and wisest of the Cybertronian world was a mech of brilliant golden yellow and shiny silver coloring with splashes of red here and there. He was about the same size as Sentinel, if not with a smaller frame. He wasn't a warrior like The Prime was but at one time of his life, he had been. Now he was more of a wise mech, a scholar of knowledge and wisdom. He was the one everyone turned to when they needed to know something. He had even taught Sentinel Prime how to be a great leader and was acknowledged for it because for when he arrived beside The Prime, there was a roar of cheers from below.

Chuckling, the great leader, turned to glance down at the crowd before looking to his once teacher. "They welcome you just as enthusiastically as they see me, Alpha Trion." He said in his deep powerful vocodor.

Alpha Trion merely shook his head as he glanced at all of their people before turning back to Sentinel. "In truth, I do not see why. Hardly any of these mechs and femmes see me out and about through the streets. I do not get out very often." He stated.

"True. But you are a Prime of Old, my oldest and dearest friend. And they show you the respect you deserve. It warms my spark to see that our people still care for the mech they have only seen on occasions." Sentinel said, proudly. He then greeted his old mentor respectfully by bowing his head reverently.

Smiling, Alpha Trion did the same before just deciding to get it over with and embraced the younger in a metal groaning hug.

Booming with laughter, Sentinel returned the embrace before stepping back with his hand still on Alpha Trion's shoulder. "My old friend, I greatly welcome you and ask you to bless my new sparked off spring by the will of the Primes of Old. Will you grant me and my son this honor?" He asked in pride.

Snorting, Alpha Trion had a glint of humor in his optics. "Why else do you think I am here, Sentinel? I have come to look upon the heir of Prime's name. To see if he is worthy of being such a title." He stated.

"Well, of course he is worthy. He is my son." Sentinel said with a slight put off way, though in truth he was pouting a little.

Chuckling, Alpha Trion shook his head. "Yes, but you do know it is still tradition. He will be Prime one day but I must determine what kind of Prime. We do not want a repeat of the fifth Prime of Old, given the title before he could be looked upon by myself and he lead our world into a dark time of war." He said, his optics falling a little.

Firm, yet gentle, Sentinel Prime shook his head as he also remembered the tales of the Dark Prime. A Prime so selfish that he had been a terrible Leader. "You know I would never allow my son to be so dark and wicked, Alpha Trion. He will never be like Nemesis Prime was." He swore.

"It is still safe to check, my young friend." Alpha Trion said firmly. "Need I remind you, you still have to worry about your brother. He was never happy when I told the Former Prime, your creator that he was not to be Prime but you were to be." He stated.

Sentinel huffed but smiled nonetheless. "Who? Megatronus? He does not wish for such a title any longer. He has grown out of caring for it. He may not be the most friendly of mechs, but he is still great. He has served my side as Protector well, never complaining but with only a few snippets. He respects my position and has not said otherwise." He said sounding rather fond of the spoken.

Nonetheless, Alpha Trion frowned, still not looking convinced. He knew that Sentinel wouldn't want to hear of anything less of his only brother and close friend, but the old mech did not trust the said. "I hear he has changed his name, wanting to be called something else." He said with a curious tone.

Nodding, Sentinel looked directly into Alpha Trion's optics. "Yes, he said he did not want to be named after The Fallen Prime, the darkest Prime to have come to seat of power and abuse it. We are only so lucky to have had only two dark Primes of Old. But nonetheless, I still do not understand why my creator would have named my brother after such a nasty Prime. It was like he was insulting his oldest sparkling to do such." He said a sound of disapproval in his tone.

"I know for a fact that your creator only wanted Megatronus to be named after The Fallen Prime to represent what he had been once before he became Prime and abused his title. Megatronus Prime had not always been so dark and full of hate, Sentinel. Remember your lessons I forced you to sit down to do." Alpha Trion told him firmly. "You would do well to remember that before he became Prime, he had been a great protector too. But the lust for more power was what made him full..."

"Yes, yes. I remember, Alpha Trion. You do not need to lecture me all the time." Sentinel said with a chuckle. "Still, my brother chose to change his name as Megatron, to not follow in The Fallen Prime's stature. He grew tired of all of the whispers behind his back when everyone thought he was not listening." He had a sour look upon his face at the thoughts and memories.

Alpha Trion sighed but shook his head. "True, I believe it was what happened with Megatronus Prime as well, being taunted and teased by his peers that drove him to such a dark tale. I am only glad to see that your brother has you to respect him so highly." He then frowned looked around. "Where is Megatron anyway? I would think he would be the first to welcome your son into our world."

Sentinel Prime sighed with a frown as he glanced around for the spoken. I do not know where he is at the moment. I expected him earlier myself. But perhaps it is the cause of concern for this new rebellion called the Decepticons that has called his attention away. He has been rather concerned of the latest attacks on smaller cities and villages. He stated that they needed to be stopped before they grew out of control. He is one of peace, yet sternness about the matter. So that must be where he is at, looking into the matter." He said sounding as if he was convincing himself.

Alpha Trion looked thoughtful but not convinced. He wasn't so sure about that at all. He had seen Megatronus...Megatron before out in the city, with some of the most suspicious looking mechs. He wouldn't word it out loud to Sentinel but he would not be surprised if Megatron was a part of the so called Decepticons.

But then again, who was he to judge, if not the one who actually witnessed Megatronus Prime and Nemesis Prime becoming such Dark Leaders?

But before any more words could be exchanged, there came the sounds of approaching footsteps and both mechs turned to see Sentinel Prime's sparkmate, Beta coming with the medic, Ratchet beside her. Her personal hand femme, Firestar and her mate, an Honor Guard of Prime, Streamline were behind her, smiling grandly as the followed. Sentinel and Alpha Trion knew that they were due to have their own sparkling soon. It was only a matter of time.

"Beta, my love." Sentinel said smiling as he went over to greet her with a touch of his metal brow. He gently touched her shoulders before letting them trail down to the bundle of metal she was carrying. He looked down at the brand new mass of silver protoform that was only an orn old. "My son."

"I've decided his name already, Sentinel." Beta said a little sheepish. She ducked her head when he looked at her curiously but then spoke the name softly for all to hear.

A moment later, Alpha Trion had the sparkling, a little mech as he approached the balcony, where every Cybertronian went quiet to hear his words. He was smiling down at the sparkling, looking very kind in deed before he lift up the small protoform for all to see.

"The future Prime has been sparked! He will be a great new Leader of nobility, honor and bravery! As Cybertronian Elder and Prime of Old, let all welcome the new Prime! Let his name be spoken in respect and pride! His name as a Sparkling and youngling shall be known to all as Orion Pax!" He announced.

Cheers and applause broke out like a thunderous storm from all through the palace. Many roared out their welcomes to the new Prince of Cybertron.

Though on the out skirts of the palace grounds, in a darkened ally of the city, a pair of red optics narrowed darkly. The owner of them was not pleased whatsoever. He had not been looking forward to this day. It only meant he would have some spoiled brat to grovel at now, even after he was forced to do so for that vain, pompous he was forced to call Leader.

A deep feral growl escaped his vocoder before he swung away, allowing only a glint of moon light to hit his rusty silver frame and shine a little. He had business elsewhere. Too many rebels to beat the slag out of and so little time.

So Megatron took his leave, heading towards the Iacon Subspace Station. It was Kaon he needed to be within the orn and then back before his pathetic younger brother came looking for him.