Hello everyone, welcome to the sequel and last part of the Deeper without a spark story.

To recap from what the other part was all about, it's an alternative universe in some way, where Reg is created by Shockwave to be used as a weapon.

Throughout the story, Reg has questions about his own identity and the Decepticons themselves. Despite these thoughts, he felt outcast and wanted to prove himself to them.

From our last story, Reg has finally seen the truth about everything, and is now no longer affiliated with the Decepticons. He is now out in the multiverse, alone and seeking for a new life.

Hope you guys are excited because here we goooooo.


"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! They think they can stop us! The Lessen empire! Ha!" A human man clad in black robe and white armor, with an elongated helmet, "These punks have no idea what they're getting themselves into! We have the finest army in the galaxy? Far greater than a bunch of little people with toy tanks and such. I'll crush them. I'll see how they can fight me before I smash them with my super fist. These morons probably think they can take on us with their forty million hired outsiders! No wait, maybe nine million!"

The man, along with a dozen of white, armoured army, stood in front inside trenches, behind a tall, futuristic, city base.

There were also war machines place separately and equally, resembling old

World War One tanks, with added in future technology.

"I gotta say! I have no fear of facing them!" He said, next to a lieutenant who is using binoculars to see any upcoming threats, "Isn't that right, lieutenant?"

"Uhhhh sir, there seems to be something coming our way", He replied.

"Oh really? What is it?" The sir asked, "Is it their latest new hero coming out to face us? Or are they brave enough to face us then? Huh, what is it?"

"It appears to be…..a boy".

"A boy? Human? Alien? Cybertronian?"

"Human".

"Are there any army with him?"

"No sir?"

"Any?"

"No".

"Come on, what about…uhhhh…..a diversion. Is he a diversion? Did they construct a new weapon?"

"No".

"A new trap?"

"Nope, it seems to me they send out a kid to do their dirty work. What a low brow".

"Awwww darn it!" The sir groaned with disappointment, slamming his helmet on the ground, "I expected some kind of cool army, not this!"

"Wait sir, it seems to me he's lifting his arm".

This got his attention quickly, "Really?"

"Yes, he's aiming it at us".

"Uh huh".

"He's positioned himself".

"Okay, okay, okay".

"And….."

"And..what?"

"Oh gosh darn", the lieutenant said, lowering binoculars and rubbing the lenses, "There seems to be some scrub on it".

"Come on! What is that kid doing? Is he playing with us or what?"

"Well sir, it seems to me he is-"

Before the lieutenant could finish, VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The entire room was wiped out, leaving the lieutenant and the sir alone, as they stood there in shock from a sudden blast.

They turned and saw their base in ruin, with the entire army being turned into dust.

As they blink at awe, a step of dirt startles them as they turn to see the boy looking at them.

He smiled and greeted them, "Hi".

"Uhhhh…..hi?" The sir said, as the two of them stood while their remaining army is in disarray from Reg attack.


It has been five years since the incident. Five years since he was created.

Five years since he departed.

Reg has now been accustomed to the entire multiverse. He has been journeying around the universe, gaining and learning many new things.

In the process, he manages to find himself a new life on his own.

That being, a hired mercenary.

In the village where the huts are grey and cone like and the inhabitants being smaller people with pale skin, black dot eyes, and wearing robes and helmets, Reg is there being celebrated by the inhabitants, cheering for him and congratulating him.

He is then confronted by the chief of the village, having a beard and holding up a wooden staff. He's also the only one wearing a blue robe, as everyone else wore mainly green robes.

"Thank you, kind sir", He said to him, "Now that the evil invaders have been rid of, we would like to invite you to stay in our grand feast. A feast for our hero!"

Everyone once again cheered for him, as Reg replied, although flatter, stated, "Thanks, but I would like to be paid and leave soon, if you don't mind".

"Yes, yes indeed", The chief said, snapping his finger, as a stroller was being pushed forward to him by two other villagers. The object on it was a soft sphere with fur on it.

"As a traditional reward for those who help us", The chief continue, "We have constructing you a valuable charm for you to-"

Before he could finish, Reg grabbed the charm and took one bite, much to everyone's surprise.

"Huh, it's not too bad. Taste kinda…sweet", Reg remarked, "I like it".

"Uhhh…you aren't supposed to eat that, but whatever", The chief said, "Good luck, my friend".

Reg departs with the villagers, moving forward toward the desolated area of this planet, while carrying a huge luggage on his back.

As he walked a long distance away from the village, he stopped at a cave in the middle of a desert.

He begins to feel tired, realising he is going to be out of commission soon for 2 hours.

After he put the luggages down and sat there inside the cave, he waited for a deep sleep.

As he waited, he began to reflect on himself, sighing to himself and feeling quite bored in these circumstances.

Despite finding what he was sought for, he almost felt indifferent about it.

Feeling as if he should do something else, and feeling that life as a mercenary doesn't suit him.