Hello, I'm just here to say this is my first fanfic and I hope you enjoy it. Just a quick heads up, this story is a tie in with SWCW, TFP, TF RID (2015), TF Saga, BW, and with bits and parts from Animated, Cyberverse, and WFC Trilogy.
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Transformers Prime/Robots in Disguise (humanized) Star Wars the Clone Wars Crossover Fan Fiction
(Note: I own just this story and my own OCs I will bring in later, but not the characters)
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Cybertron, Iacon
On the surface of the Cybertronian homeworld, Optimus, with red mechanical armor bracers that were on his forearms and the black fingerless gloves on his hands. On his body, he wore red, blue, and silver armor, gray pants, with blue metal shin guards, silver knee pads, and black combat boots. He held his helmet under his left arm, and he had onyx hair with some shades of blue in it and his eyes were cyan blue. Compared to a human, he has lightly pale skin and appears to be in his mid to late thirties. He stands outside on a platform overlooking the city wondering how the Autobots can get an advantage over the Decepticons, he hasn't had any ideas so far.
"Optimus?" A female voice says.
The former clerk turns to see a woman wearing bright red mechanical armor and bracers that were on her forearms and the pale pink fingerless gloves on her hands. On her body, she wore red armor, light pink pants, with red metal shin guards, silver knee pads, and light gray combat boots. She held her helmet under her left arm, and she had blonde hair with some shades of pink in it and her eyes were cyan blue. Compared to a human, she has fair skin and appears to be in her early to mid-thirties. Elita-One stands there with a worried expression on her face.
"What is it, Elita?" Optimus asks.
"I was hoping you had a plan for when we would have to leave Cybertron and continue our effort against the Decepticons, even though we have everything ready for our turn to leave, but we have nowhere to go once we do leave Cybertron and if we stay, we're doomed." The Autobot Commander laments, holding her arms. She closes her eyes at the thought of what could happen.
Optimus holds her left hand in a comforting manner. She opens her eyes and looks at her sparkmate giving her an assuring smile. "I am well aware of the stakes, Elita. And I know that if we are to survive, we must leave our home and-" Optimus gasps abruptly and drops his helmet.
"Optimus, are you alright?" She asks, worried for her sparkmate.
A white glow emanates from Optimus' eyes as the panels to the chest of his armor opens revealing the Matrix of Leadership as it glows a bright blue.
Elsewhere…
He felt weightless like he was adrift in the vacuum of space; no gravity, no downward pull, nothing. However, he did feel something other than gravity: pain. The leader of the Autobots felt like he had entered a smelting pit and by some sick joke, he had not perished. A curious groan rumbled from the Prime's mouth as his eyes sparked to life and his eyes opened.
Immediately, he knew he was no longer on the platform of his Autobot's base, mainly because what he saw was not the city of Iacon but the full sky of the cosmos. Forcing himself to move, albeit slowly, Optimus sat up and looked down at his body, his armor fine, but stayed vigilant not knowing what's out there.
Suddenly, Prime felt the ground beneath him and rolled onto his side. Moaning in pain, Optimus got to his hands and knees and struggled to get to his feet. Once he was up, the last of the Primes stumbled but managed to keep his balance.
"Where...where am I?" the Prime asked no one in particular while looking around, taking note of the empty plane around him and the fog that covered everything around. Wherever he was, it stretched further than his eyes could see. In essence, he was alone in this empty plane of fog and the cosmos above, though he could not identify the sector he was in based on the stars above and their location in the sky.
"Optimus..." said a somewhat gentle voice.
"Who... speaks to me?" Optimus asks. "Who beckons me?"
"I do."
Optimus turned around to see a bright light that appeared to be coming down from the stars above. The Prime held his arms up to shield his eyes from the intense light. Slowly, the light dimmed and revealed another Cybertronian, a Minicon based on its size. The Mini-con floated in the air in front of Optimus, legs crossed like a Shaolin monk would with his hands on his knees. The blue eye short figure's armor was covered in white and different kinds of light blue armor. The Minicon appeared to be around the same age as Optimus, but what really caught his attention was his power. Optimus could feel his power and it felt very familiar to the Matrix.
"Who... who are you?" Optimus asked the Minicon.
"I am your ancestor, Optimus." answered the Cybertronian simply and calmly.
The larger Prime narrowed his eyes for a moment before deciding to ask a different question. "Are you a Prime?"
"I am, Optimus," the Mini-con nodded. "My name is Micronus Prime, the conscience of the Thirteen, and the first Mini-con."
Optimus' eyes widened at the now revealed member of the original Thirteen. However, the awe of being in the presence of his ancestor was overruled by a flurry of questions in the former archivist's mind. Before Optimus could ask any of them, Micronus beat him to it.
"I understand if you have any questions, Optimus." the Mini-Con began, raising his right hand to silence the Prime before lowering it. He then turned in the air. "Come, there is much to discuss and the others are waiting."
"Others?" Optimus repeated.
"You will understand in a moment." Micronus elaborated as he then raised his left hand and outstretched it. Suddenly, the Mini-Con's palm lit up with white light and suddenly, the plane around them began to shift as if both he and Optimus were speeding across the ground, despite not moving at all. Optimus looked around, watching as the fog whipped by and stars shot across the sky.
From the horizon, Optimus watched as the fog rose up, forming thick clouds in the sky, lightning flashing within the mass of clouds. Both he and Micronus then came to a halt at the very edge of the clouds while lightning flashed and thunder cracked.
"Who is it that awaits us?" Optimus asked as he watched Micronus hover up into the air and towards the mass of clouds.
"The Primes and Primus." the Mini-Con answered simply, throwing a smirk over his shoulder at Optimus, taking mild amusement in shock that swept across the Prime's face.
A sudden crack of thunder, followed by a lightning bolt striking the clouds, a bright flash erupted from the impact, momentarily blinding Optimus. When the Prime looked back, the leader of the Autobots could only stare in shock and wonder as he stood in the presence of eight of the Thirteen Original Primes. To Optimus' left was Vector Prime, the Master of time and space; Alchemist Prime, Student of the elemental structure of the natural world; Mincronus, and Alpha Trion, holder of the Quill, which he uses to record the past, present, and future of Cybertron in the Covenant of Primus, and Optimus's mentor and oldest friend. To his right was Nexus Prime, the first and greatest combiner; Onyx Prime, the first beast-form Cybertronian; Amalgamous Prime, the joker of the Thirteen and first shifter; and lastly, Quintus Prime; a daydreamer and perfectionist whose drive to express his ideas lead him to become a scientist. Each Prime towered over Optimus, their size much greater than that of his own, but the archivist's attention was fixed on the being standing directly in front of him.
Before, easily larger than any of the Primes was their very creator and the creator of the Cybertronian race, Primus. The towering titan resplendent in white and gold dotted in ancient blue glyphs.
"Primus..." Optimus breathed in total awe.
"Yes, Optimus, it is, your creator." smiled the incarnation of creation warmly, his voice more powerful than any others Optimus had heard but also seems incredibly gentle at the same time. "I understand you have many questions."
"I do, Lord Primus." began Optimus, however, the Cybertronian god raised his hand.
"'Primus' will do just fine, Optimus." he assured, lowering his hand. "Now, what was it you wish to ask?"
"Primus," Optimus began. "What is this place?"
"This, my child, is the Realm of the Primes." answered the gentle giant. "The reason you are before us now, is because your work has only just begun."
"I do not understand." Optimus said.
"What he means is; you have a larger journey ahead of you, Optimus." Alchemist Prime interjected in a wise tone.
"Megatron and the Decepticons." Optimus states, as he bowed his head, recalling his last moments on Cybertron.
"Not quite, young one." He corrected, "Megatron and his Decepticon's are a part of what you are to face in the future, but only a part of the main threat."
"What do you mean?"
"During your time, have you likely heard of the other galaxies the Ancients visited?" Vector Prime asked, earning a nod from Optimus, "Well, one of these galaxies is in dire need and in particular, desperately requires your aid."
"But what of my Autobots?" Optimus asked, recalling how they were still at war with the Decepticons on Cybertron. "Is it not irresponsible to abandon a current threat before addressing a new one?"
"Under normal circumstances that would be the case." Quintus Prime confirmed, speaking up. "But Vector Prime has looked into the future of the path you and your Autobots are to follow and has found that the Decepticons will likely give chase, possibly drawing attention away from your Autobots as they escape."
Optimus sighed in relief, knowing that his friends, his family, will not be in danger is a large weight off his shoulders.
"While that may be true, I do not believe we are in any state to provide assistance to them." Optimus stated, gesturing to him and his Autobots.
"That may be true, but that will not be the case should you agree to depart on this mission." Onyx Prime stated, his voice gruff like gravel. Optimus seemed to pause for just a moment before looking up at his creator.
"What is this mission?" the last Prime asked.
"At this time, the people in this galaxy are at war." began the incarnation of creation, holding up his hand and from his palm, a hologram was projected down to Optimus. The projection took the shape of a large galaxy. "This war is referred to as the Clone Wars, primarily due to one side of the conflict using an army of clones bred to win this war. The two factions of this war are the Galactic Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Systems. The CIS or the Separatists, as members of the Republic refer to it as, built an army of robots, droids as they refer to them for the purpose to secede from the Galactic Republic."
"But why start the war?" Optimus asked, "Why put countless lives in danger?"
"That is for you to learn for yourself, Optimus, but know this: much like the former caste system that once existed on Cybertron, the Galactic Republic shares the same fault of corruption."
"But that is not all to this conflict," Alpha Trion interjected. "Fighting in this war are two other groups, ones of great significance: the Jedi, and the Sith."
"In this galaxy, there is this cosmic energy, The Force as the Jedi and the Sith refer to it. The Force has two sides, the Light Side and the Dark Side, where the Jedi are practitioners of the Light and the Sith, the Dark Side."
"What is the difference between the two sides of the Force?" Optimus asked.
"The Light Side of the Force is the aspect that is aligned with calmness and is used for knowledge and defense, dealing with higher emotions. It was built around the alignment of tranquility, compassion, selflessness, and unconditional love for all living creatures." Micronus explained.
"The Dark Side is the aspect of the Force that is more raw and intense. The Dark Side deals with more basic and powerful emotions such as fear, anger, hatred, passion, and aggression." Onyx finished for Micronus. "It grants more power than the Light Side, but is not nearly as focused or controlled as the Light is."
"The Jedi and the Sith have been mortal enemies since the very beginning in this galaxy and have been to this day." Primus explained, "The Jedi sided with the Republic while the Sith sided with the Separatists; if only to use the movement for their own gain."
"But what is my purpose in this war?" Optimus asked after a moment to review what he was told, "What is my role in relation to the Jedi and the Sith?"
"Your role Optimus is to save this Galaxy from a specific Sith Lord and remind the Jedi what they once stood for." Primus answered, this earned a surprised expression from Optimus, "The Jedi Order has been on a downward decline for many years, becoming dogmatic and refusing to adapt to the changing environment."
"More than that the current Jedi Order maintains a fear, even hatred of the Dark Side." the ancient deity continued, bowing his head and closing his eyes. "This fear has grown so much that Jedi are no longer permitted to have contact with their families and are taken in at a very young age, usually at infancy."
"The Jedi were once individualistic." Quintus stated, "Now they are more robotic in their practices and rules."
Hearing this, Optimus glanced at Onyx. "Onyx, you said that my current objective would not pose an issue should I accept this mission; how?"
"To better connect with the Jedi and members of this galaxy Optimus, myself, your brothers and creator agreed that you will greet them first and see if they will accept yours, as well as the Autobots aid to help." the first Beast Cybertronian answered.
Optimus was about to speak up but Alpha Trion spoke up. "The reason for your first task is to allow you to connect and relate to the beings of the galaxy easier than you would as a Cybertronian, and it is also to keep your identity as a leader and your mission a secret until the time is right."
"Wouldn't keeping such information a secret be counterproductive if I am to earn the trust of the Jedi Order?" Optimus inquired.
"There are some things this galaxy is ready for and some things they are not." Primus said. "If there were any other paths to restoring the Jedi and ending this terrible war, I would take it, my child, but tragically, this is the best way to ensure the most positive outcome."
"But be warned my child," Primus cautioned as Optimus continued to think about this. "The Sith are not the only threats you shall encounter during this war. Your foe Megatron will make his debut in time, as will other threats, greater than that of the Sith could ever be."
Optimus looked down for a moment in contemplation; on one hand, he was still fighting a war with the Decepticons, but on the other, he could not in good conscience ignore the suffering and deaths of countless others. After a moment of thought, Optimus looked up at his predecessors and creator.
"I understand the importance of this mission." the Prime started standing up, his eyes burning with determination. "Even though I would be away from my comrades for a short period of time, I know and believe they can take care of themselves and protect each other to hold off the Decepticons in my absence. If I am the only one that can end this war, and restore the Jedi to their former nobility, then I accept this mission." Optimus then placed his hand on his chest. "With all that I am."
"Optimus, you truly are worthy of being a Prime." Alpha Trion states, smiling proudly at his student. "It is for that reason, you will obtain tools you will need to end this terrible war in time."
"I understand, Alpha Trion." Optimus bowed his head.
"As you are Optimus, the level of strength or durability that you currently possess, but you will be stronger than any other human or being in this galaxy. You will even surpass some Jedi in the Order as well." Primus stated, "But know this Optimus, even though you are in a different galaxy, Cybertron will find a way to reach you, in both positive and negative ways. Friends and foes will emerge during this conflict; you must be ready for either at any time."
"I understand." Optimus nodded as he prepared himself. "Send me to this galaxy so that I may begin my mission."
All the Primes nodded, as did Primus before the former all bowed their heads. Suddenly, the Primes chest plates began glowing a bright blue and from the center where their Sparks resided, bolts of sapphire electricity shot out and streamed together to form a sphere of pure energy right above Optimus. Primus then reached out with his gigantic hand and touched the top of the sphere, which then grew larger before a beam of pure power blasted down to Optimus sending him back to the physical plane.
With Elita…
Elita lowers her arms shielding her eyes from the light coming from the Matrix beginning to subside only to see Optimus' eyes stop glowing and his chest plates close, then falls to his knees.
She runs over to him placing her right hand on his shoulder, after checking him and seeing no damage she decides to ask him what just happened.
"Optimus, are you okay, you were out for a while." She says.
"I am fine, Elita. It would seem that my subconscious was merely transported to the Realm of the Primes." He says as he gets up.
Elita's eyes widen as she's shocked by what she just heard, being brought to the Realm of the Primes is an honor only few receive, but curiosity gets the better over concern.
"'The Realm of the Primes'." She repeats in shock. "Well, what did they say?" She asks.
"The Primes have given me a mission of utmost importance. We must journey to help a galaxy in dire need." The Last Prime explains.
"Wait, what? They want us to help a galaxy in need while we're in the middle of a war?" She asks. "Talk about bad timing." She remarks.
"Come, we must tell the others of this development." He says as he puts his helmet on and they then make their way inside to explain something that will send them to a place that shall change them and the outcome of the war in a way like no other.
(And for those of you who are wondering what "humanized" means, it means that, for this story, with the Cybertronians, basically, what their bodies are in canon is their armor and they look human and have everything in that category (if you know what I mean), but with many different skin tones and colors. And they're not giants or cyborgs (save for any cybernetic implants), but still a bit taller than normal humans. Although not all the characters will be humanized.)
-If you all are wondering what happened to the Cast page, I transferred it to a new story that will available soon.
-I'm also open to constructive criticism. (So do not hold back)