A/N: Right, I rushed writing through this as I need to get this out of my head so I can focus on my coursework. I have one half due this Friday coming, and then the other half due for the Friday after that. Then once that's done, I have to plan a public exhibition for my Uni for the next two weeks. So you will definitely not get another chapter potentially from a month to a month and a half. So, like I said, I rushed writing through this. I have most definitely made mistakes but I can't focus on this for at least that period of time. I do apologise if people want more chapters straight away but I got to focus on my grades.

I will still be here for any responses and criticisms as to keep this thread from being declared dead but no chapters will be worked on in the mean time.

Thank you for understanding.

Stellar Cycle: 13,943,689 ACC (After Cybertron's Creation)

Orbital Cycle: 01

Planetary Cycle: 05

Mega-Cycle & Cycle: 12:32

Location: Iacon, Main Autobot Base, Medical Ward 23-AD

"...and so, Lunar Breaker, Ninth Commander of the Knights of Iacon struck down the Quintesson Resurgence. Slaying the AI copy of the leader-class Quintesson Judge, bringing peace to Cybertron at the cost of his own spark, and with Lunar Breaker's deactivation, the Knights of Iacon were made extinct. After peace was achieved at the destruction of Cybertron's greatest threat since the Fallen, the High Council of Cybertron, and deemed the order to be left to the annals of history, having no need for." I read aloud off the computer screen.

Four planetary cycles had passed since I was left to my own devices, and I was practically in a physicist's heaven, a historian's nirvana and a theologian's promised land all in one. Cybertron's history was rich and filled with inspiring quotes, beautiful art, detailed accounts of events, and quite a few horrifying admissions of actions committed during wartime against other alien races.

Alongside my surprisingly reading speed that had been immensely increased; somehow comprehending the words on the screen, then just turning to the next page not even two seconds later - I was able to clear out hundreds and hundreds of volumes in just those four planetary cycles alone, well, nearly four. That's not even taking into account my lack of sleep! Not needing to yawn, rub my eyes or have a quick little nap after eighty mega-cycles straight was utterly fantastic!

Now that I had re-read the awesome final chapter on the Knights of Iacon, I placed the tablet down and turned to look at my creation - one I built out of boxes of scraps in some semi-conscious state - I could not stop, would never stop, until whatever I was building was complete and ready to be turned on.

When my consciousness was allowed to return - one hou… one mega-cycle later, I stammered out a breath of worry as I stared down at the multi-tool mainframe computer I had built; a black and blue fridge-tall cuboid that somehow worked despite its flimsy origins and dotted with rust. I had actually made something so complex in one mega-cycle! It…was strange, taking parts from destroyed and decrepit data processing machines, and somehow finding a way to fuse them together without the proper tools - instead using whatever equipment was inside the medical ward.

Something churned in me at using gadgets not fit for construction - an unfamiliar feeling that I had to bury, lest I enter another fugue state and somehow create an even bigger device to compensate.

Despite knowing what it was and what it did, I didn't touch the computer since my hands twisted in the last screw - a good ninety mega-cycles ago. I will admit to feeling like a bit of a coward. My anxiety roared to the surface as thoughts of somehow hacking into the Autobot database only to be discovered by said Bots and Zeta Prime would be proven correct in the eyes of his soldiers and would then send an execution squad to take me out an-

The door morphed and slicked open - revealing the medic and the soon-to-be Prime. Pushing my anxiety down, I quickly put on a brave face or tried to, hoping to dig deep and grab any kind of confidence as the two that saved me from Zeta's torture strolled in - no injuries, soot or scuff marks in sight, to my relief.

"Ah, greetings, New-Forged. How have you…been?" Ratchet's greeting was halted as the two Cybertronians paused when their optics spotted the mainframe computer, standing innocently next to me. "What is that?" The medic demanded, stunned at what he was seeing.

"A computer?" I responded, shrugging.

"A computer?" Ratchet repeated. "Where did you get it?"

Seeing that I literally couldn't make a believable lie, I just told the truth. "I…built it."

"You, built it? Out of what?"

"From the pile of scraps, over there in the corner?" I pointed towards the area in question - once covering up the whole corner was now more of a pile of decayed metal and frayed wiring that my brain had deemed unusable. "I figured no one was using them, so…I…did?" After a solid minu…cycle of waiting, I could not help but fidget. "Did…did you need that?"

"N-No, no, no, New-Forged! It is just a bit strange how you were able to do that - all of those scraps were decommissioned and should not be working whatsoever. The fact that you were able to make a computer of that size is mind-boggling." Ratchet and Optimus stepped towards it, the medic calling up his tablet and performing a scan on my creation, only to double back at what the readings said. "Wait! This is a mainframe?!"

Taking a step back as the smaller Autobot marched towards me, I nodded. "Y…um…Yeah."

"How?!" Ratchet yelled, again looking at his tablet. "The voltage alone to power one of these would be definitely discovered on our systems!"

"While it is a creation to be surprised about, Ratchet." Optimus said, cutting through the medic's hysteria. "I believe having a cooler head would be ideal."

Ratchet paused and nodded. "Yes, Optimus. I apologise, New-Forged."

"It's alright, Ratchet. I'm actually apprehensive of what I've created - to the point that I haven't turned it on since I made it three planetary cycles ago." I confessed.

"That might have been the correct course of action." Optimus said. "If Ratchet is correct, then Perceptor, our Chief Electrical Engineer, would have definitely made someone aware - and in turn, Zeta Prime."

'So my anxiety was right.'

Ratchet stepped up towards the computer and carefully unscrewed the back cover, letting him explore the insides of my creation. "I will say though, Optimus. It's not half-bad, in fact, I would consider it factory new - if not for the rust and second-hand parts. How did you build this, New-Forged?"

"I will admit. I don't fully know." Seeing the two Cybertronians' confusion, I continued. "It wasn't long after you two left when I accidentally tipped over one of your consoles - the one over there. I started panicking when I just…" Trying to find the words, I took a moment. "...stopped? I think that would be the appropriate word - and just moved. My body took apart the scraps and just…put them back together inside the metal casing." I flinched upright when I realised that I used Ratchet's tools. "Oh, I scrubbed the tools I used! Over there!"

The medic silently turned at my words as Optimus walked over to stand at my side, shoulder to shoulder. Seeing Optimus up close was sort of surreal, the closest I could compare it to was like meeting a celebrity, or a war veteran, back on Earth. You just wanted to spew question after question about their lives, or war stories to let you connect to the intense emotions that someone would never experience in peacetime.

I did notice one thing, however, comparing me to him though. My eyes were face to face with the tip of Optimus' helm. was actually taller than him. Not by much - maybe three or four feet - but it was something I noticed.

"How is your education going, New-Forged? I forgot to ask."

"Great!" I proclaimed. "I've gone through nearly half of the recommended volumes!"

"That quickly?" Optimis questioned, a small tilt of his head showed his scepticism. "At the final battle of Junkion, what was the main cause of its destruction?"

Immediately straightening at being questioned, I felt the deep urge to impress the Autobot second-in-command. "It was thanks to Commander Sentinel Prime that the core of the cannibalistic Junkions homeworld was infected with a neutron bomb empowered, and enhanced, by Red Energon. Severely ageing the Planet's core and chasing widespread destruction and death across the planet."

"The first four Commanders of the Knights of Iacon?

"Shadowstream, Hydrostrike, Blitzspear and Vector Weave."

"And the second commander after Vector Weave?"

"Razor Burst."

"Why did the Fallen betray his brothers?"

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Shaking my head at the slight lesser in my brain module, I answered Optimus' question.

"While it is truly unknown as to the reasons why, it is believed that there were two main reasons: either The Fallen was jealous of Solus Prime's love for Prima and killed them both in a fit of jealousy, only to then go mad and kill his fellow Primes, or The Fallen simply wanted to hold power for himself and lead Cybertron as its sole ruler."

"In Volume Three of Religion of Cybertron, what does the sentence say on line twenty-five on page one-hundred and thirty-five?"

"The sentence is 'Once Primus had created the Thirteen Primes, he had given each a unique feature to help combat Unicron.' I do think whoever wrote the volumes should have got to the point instead of going on long-winded tangents."

"It was my mentor, Alpha Trion, who had chronicled the first two-hundred and fifty."

"Oh, sorry. I'm still right though."

Optimus chuckled, reassuring me that I didn't insult the man. "Well, I do think my mentor would laugh at your comment, before immediately telling you to decode the lost manuscripts of the Fallen."

Bewildered at the strange punishment, I couldn't help but ask. "But how can you decode something that's 'lost?"

"Exactly."

A snort escaped my vocal processor. Seeing a more human aspect of Optimus was a sight to see and hear as I explained before. Seeing now I had the chance to ask, I went to have permission to leave the room - while the crawling claws of fear clung to my spark, I had to face the music, so to speak, and learn to deal with the scrutiny of those who would be my allies.

Looking back on it, the fact I was okay with essentially killing people in war sort of said a lot about who I am and was.

"Perceptor." Ratchet said towards a console, bringing my intent to a stop. "I have a mainframe computer here and I am just about to test its voltage. I'll need someone to look at the strain on the outpost's power, oh and make sure our defence systems for our data banks are at maximum."

"No problem, Ratchet." Replied Perceptor, an almost gentlemanly but strong and blunt voice belonging to him. "Nothing requires my attention at the moment, though I do wonder if it's alright to ask, why I'm doing this?"

"Appreciated, Perceptor." Once confirmation was given, the medic turned and pulled out a thick cable connected to an outlet next to his console, and slotted the plug into my machine. "I assume you have heard about our resident New-Forged?"

"Yes." Perceptor paused only to realise where Ratchet was going with the question. "Oh." Noises of typing were heard before the resident electrician spoke up again. "Right, the line is clear. I imagine the 'New-Forged' is with you?"

The medic turned to me and nodded.

"Uh, hello…Perceptor." I said, thinking that if Ratchet thought it was safe to talk, then I would do so.

"Ah, greetings, New-Forged! From what Ratchet implied, I am to believe you built this 'mainframe computer'?"

"Yes." I nodded despite the Autobot not being able to see it. "Built it within one mega-cycle."

"One mega-cycle? Fascinating."

Realising that it sounded like I was boasting, my face morphed for a moment. "Yes, I am a bit worried because I went into some fugue state when I was creating it. I know how and why the machine works, but I wasn't fully conscious when I constructed it." I repeated for Perceptor's sake.

"Well, at least now the defences are up like Ratchet suggested. I should be able to spot any viruses that could infect our systems. Is everything powered up, Ratchet?"

"Yes, Perceptor."

"Alright then, power it up."

Ratchet did so, holding onto three buttons as my creation quickly booted up with a small build-up of Energon. The screen sprung into action with a small thoom and a tab of information formed to greet Ratchet.

Greetings, User. Please select the recommended start-up function.

"Hmm, are you sure the New-Forge has created a mainframe computer, Ratchet?" Frowning, a small level of indignation rose in my spark at Perceptor's question. "I'm looking at the readings now and hardly any Energon is being used."

Ratchet didn't respond with words, as he activated the recommended function, and another window appeared on screen - blank, blue with data auto-typing onto the monitor. The time, down to the nano-cycle, and the date - Stellar, Orbital and Planetary - were shown clearly at the top; blank files in columns of three were on the right, titled with several different vital systems that allow my creation to run at optimal speeds.

I couldn't help but feel joy as my computer seemed to work without flaw or failure.

"Nothing's changed on my end, Ratchet." Perceptor informed us.

"Well, it is working fine, and my scans still say the components inside qualify it as a mainframe: two-hundred and thirty processing units, five hundred petabytes of memory," and on he went, listing off all of the components I infused within my creation.

Once he was finished, Perceptor said. "Fascinating! Is there any chance I could meet you, New-Forged? You've somehow created a mainframe that takes only half of what is needed to power one of those normally."

"That is what we originally came to tell you, New-Forged." Optimus said. Placing a hand on my shoulder plate, he continued. "While myself and Ratchet fully believe that you are not a being that follows Megatron's way of thinking - there are many that think you do. I will not lie and say it will be an easy process until our Autobot brothers trust you."

"I know." I sighed. "And I can't just live inside this room, despite its reverting colouring."

"I deeply, solemnly, ask for forgiveness for this hospital ward being not to your liking." Ratchet mockingly bowed to my words and I scratched my head in embarrassment.

"Sorry, Ratchet." Once Ratchet smiled at my apology, showing no hostility, I continued. "Like I said, I knew that I had to face scrutiny and discrimination, but I have nowhere else to go, and the Decepticons don't seem any better."

It was definitely naive of me to say so, to think so. In my brain module I still clung to the hope that the Transformers will just be like the cartoons I watched day in and day out as a child - mainly the cliche of characters that could easily be won over after one or two heroic actions.

"Then come, I have a meeting set up in two mega-cycles with the heads of Autobot High Command. Come, New-Forged, we must prepare. I hope to see you there, Perceptor, Ratchet."

"Yes, Optimus." Both the medic and electrical engineer said.

Leaving the room that had been mine for four planetary-cycles, I attempted to keep my optics from building out of their sockets as they went left to right, up and down, at the Cybertronian walls and ceilings. Even a simple hallway was like staring into a structural Mona Lisa to me. Walls that once shined with gold and blue Energon, had become frayed with time and yet still held onto their strength despite the war; ceilings that were lined with Energon that spluttered down the hallway towards somewhere I could not see, lines eventually breaking off towards rooms or stairs that went up or down.

As we journeyed through the Iacon base, I eventually found myself coming face to face with two Autobots that were coming the other way. Their faces changed to one of casual friendliness to one of hatred and distrust, the conversation between the two dying, as their optics met my own. Optimus shifted closer, probably concerned they would attack me, only we passed with no haymaker or kick thrown, not even a shoulder bump as I expected.

Except words were spoken.

"Con freak." One whispered to me as the two turned around a corner.

I didn't react to his words, my head held high as I didn't let those words ring in my brain module. While I was a Decepticon built Cybertronian, made for war against the Autobots, I was once human, still am, technically, in mind and soul - though I still wonder if Primus had anything to do with my transmigration - so being labelled a 'Con freak' wasn't a horrible insult like many Cybertronians had expected.

Now that the two were not in sight and spotting no other Bots coming our way, Optimus went back to his original position.

"You may find that many of us will be like that towards you." Optimus told me.

"I know."

It was about a mega-cycle before we reached our destination. The journey was a long winding path of hallways and lifts with no change in design or even scenery - it only hit me as we walked up to a massive barrier - one that dwarved everyone and everything nearby. The guards on either side outfitted with ion blasters and Energon blades of all shapes and sizes, even the anti-air turrets on either side were tiny in comparison to the slab of interlocking metal - constantly going back and forth in their eternal duty of scanning for enemies.

"Halt!" Cried a guard. "Who comes before Autobot High Command?!" He gave us another look before backpedalling his order. "Optimus? You called for the meeting?" He then turned to me and scowled. "Ah, I see why."

"I know that you are sceptical, Aeternus, but this New-Forged must be given a fair shot at proving himself. He has not harmed any Cybertronian nor has any plans to do so." Optimus said, trying to convince the elite guard to accept me through words alone.

The guard - with a height reaching my chest, a chassis of gold and silver with a tall Energon spear in his right hand - was silent for a brief moment.

"It doesn't matter what I think, Optimus." Aeternus said. "High Command will decide what to do with him, and I know Zeta Prime will plan to keep the New-Forged under lock and key."

"I'm right here." I reminded him, feeling like if he was going to keep talking about me, he should tell it into my optics, not Optimus'.

I got my wish as Aeternus locked onto me. "I shall warn you, New-Forged. You are a danger, one that Zeta Prime has deemed fit to warn our Autobot brethren about. My fellow guards are always watching you, and if you step a single circuit or bolt out of line, then you will be deactivated by force."

The warning - filled with equal parts anger and determination - forced my pedes to move back one step. While the insult from the Autobot soldier earlier was water breaking against titanium - nothing more than a schoolyard insult, Aeternus' words were a sniper bullet piercing through a thin slab of beef that had been hung up for some target practice.

Once Aeternus had given his warning, the metal behind him slid open and the guard walked to the side to let us pass.

"The council is inside and ready, Optimus, everyone is inside."

"Thank you, Aeternus." Optimus said.

Aeternus did not let out another word as Optimus and I entered the chamber room of Autobot High Command. It wasn't as large I expected, nor even as grand - with large ceilings with tapestries of a glorious Cybertronian past, and rows upon rows of seats that reached the ceiling while circling around a flat platform. No, instead I was met with a tiny cubed room, no bigger than the ward I was housed in, a frayed table holding eleven chairs.

Zeta was already in his seat, unmoving as he faced me. I imagined Zeta hoped I would spontaneously go offline just from his glare alone, and when I didn't, his scowl increased as his optical ridges furrowed, transforming his face into one of utter hatred.

The rest of the chairs were filled - minus three that were Tranafprmers that I did not know.

Red Alert, Jetfire, Ironhide, Prowl and Perceptor.

The last three were all of the same height. With two looking remarkably similar, the term 'Split-Spark' came to mind for the events of twins in Transformers. The first I spotted struck the concept of fear into my soul, for he was the one that thrusted an Energon spear into my chest.

Darkblight. A tall, brutish looking Cybertronian and like his namesake, was covered in dark colours except for a few areas of blue light. His optics were like Zeta's, fierce with the only difference being the almost dead look in them.

Next to him was his twin in the chassis, but the colours were reversed. Blue where the dark was, and vice versa, and just like their chassis colours - the emotion inside the optics was softer, still strong but unsure of what was going on.

The final High Command member was a lanky Autobot. Black and silver with a singular green optic who seemed to want to be anywhere but sitting in a meeting.

I saw Ratchet, seating three chairs to the right of Zeta. A smile of encouragement filled me with strength, knowing that I, at least, had two of the High Command members on my side.

"Now that everyone is here." Zeta announced. "We are here at Optimus' request about what to do with our New-Forged prisoner, one who was created by Shockwave's hands."

'Great.' An optic twitched as I realised Zeta was reminding the members of my origins - hoping to sway opinion right out of the gate. 'Arsehole.'

My little trial then began.

A/N: Thoughts?