Transformers Prime: A New Adventure.

Chapter 59: Enter Dusksword.

(Quadwal cluster Earth 1928.2837 Alpha, June 12th, 2019, first person POV...)

I'm Damian Karridge.

I'm a 39-year-old fanfiction writer in my spare time and a secretary manager.

Granted, it's not a job that pays well in some cities, but sometimes you gotta make do with what you have.

Anyway, I live in Massachusetts, one of the 10 best areas of the United States for writers of different fields, and this day is the beginning of a new, awesome, and yet insane life for me.

How is that so, you ask? Well, allow me to explain from the beginning.

It was eleven in the morning/mid day and I was visiting my grandfather for the week to spend some quality time with him as my great-grandfather was taken to a hospital to check on his physical health.

Thankfully, so far there's nothing serious about his condition to be concerning, but the doctors want to make sure he's healthy and not suffering from health complications that are apparent in my paternal grandfather's side of the family every three generations. And also because the doctors don't want to take any chances just in case something serious is in fact happening behind closed doors and they don't want to be too late to save the life of a man on the cusp of turning one hundred and twelve years old, in spite of the fact that my paternal grandfather and my maternal grandmother's sides of my family come from a long line of people with respectable careers who take lots of time off in their vacations to exercise and maintain a healthy diet. Hence the reason why despite my great-grandfather being five-ten feet and inches tall and just one hundred and eleven years old, he has a bodybuilder's physique.

In any case, the place my grandfather lives in in terms of the street is among the worst streets in Massachusetts to live in.

And the reason why is because there are gang sightings, murders, and shootouts between the gangs and the police with both sides taking heavy casualties, hence why there are many police officers amounting to sixty-nine either dead or in critical condition.

Almost makes me wish the Ghost Rider from Marvel Comics was real so he could kill the gangs in question.

Granted, murder is a crime and a sin in religious contexts, but as I haven't grown up religious, I don't know much about how evil some people can truly become depending on how they're raised and depending on what traits of each parent they inherit later in life among other factors.

But I had a feeling that I was going to find out the hard way somehow.

Anyway, my grandfather came up to me and he said, "Damian. I'm going shopping with your dad. Keep an eye on your big little cousin Mariska, okay?"

I replied as I went straight to it, "Aye-aye, chief."

Yeah, my grandfather served in the Armed Forces in the time of the 9/11 terrorist attacks and he was one of the above top secret commando members who raided Afghanistan and other Middle East countries in search of the terrorist responsible for the four simultaneous attacks in the United States on September 11th, 2001: two in unison on the Twin Towers in New York City, one on the Pentagon in Washington, D.C., and the averted destruction of the White House thanks to a passenger rebellion on the last plane.

Anyway, my grandfather and my dad walked out of the house and went to the Walmart two blocks away from here for groceries and semi-perishables.

I ain't going to go into too much detail about my relationship with my cousin as that's nobody's business other than my own, but it's kind of like a sibling love/hate relationship in childhood.

Then, the incident happened all too quickly.

It was 11:30 in the morning.

My cousin went to my neighbor's place to talk to her two friends. But I heard screeching tires outside.

I hauled assets to the outside and I saw a green lowrider driving at full speed towards Mariska!

I super sprinted to Mariska while shouting at her to look out, but she didn't hear me because she had her headphones on, as she has this bad habit of playing music on her headphones whenever she goes outside just because she doesn't like outside world noise, and no matter how many times my dad, my grandfather, or I tell her to stop doing it especially when crossing the street, she doesn't listen to any of us.

I knew what I was going to do would result in me dying, but since my cousin decided to be a freaking idiot again, I had no choice.

I pushed Mariska out of the way and the last thing I saw before darkness entered my vision was the car zooming towards me at maximum speed.

That day was the day I saved my (bleep!) cousin and the day my life came to an end.

But the last thing I remembered hearing before I entered oblivion was my cousin crying for me to stay awake as a bystander called for help while police officers chased down the lowrider.

Then, I woke to find myself in an unusual place like a white void.

At first, I thought I was in heaven, but there was no sky, no clouds, no pearly white gates with stairs, no angel choirs singing in the short distance to the new city of New Jerusalem.

A wise, booming voice said to me, "I see you are awake, young Damian."

I asked, "God? Is that you? Am I in Heaven? Am I awaiting my judgement?"

The voice chuckled before revealing, "Many of my children call me their savior, and many Cybertronians and other Transformers and other life forms indeed call me a god, but I am known as Primus."

I gawked as I questioned, "You're Primus?! The god of the Cybertronian race?! Why am I here in your realm?"

Primus answers, "I have brought you here to my universe in the hope that you can assist me after seeing your courage and willingness to save your flawed cousin. Because of your heroic sacrifice, she has a much better life along with your family. Thanks to this experience, your cousin finally decided to listen to you, your sire, and your grandsire always telling her to stop wearing her headphones especially when crossing the street, as she wants to avoid what happened to you from potentially happening again. And the driver responsible for your death will end up sentenced to die as capital punishment has slowly started to become legal in the United States again. This is why I know you are the correct human to help me."

I replied before asking again, "As long as my cousin is safe and much more willing to be more cautious in the future, I'm at ease. Let me guess, you want me to assist the Autobots in the war between them and the Decepticons."

Primus answers with seriousness in his tone, "Yes."

I looked down at my hands, now turned into servos.

I looked at my new frame, and I saw I was as muscular as Beast Hunters Optimus Prime, but without being as big as he was; most likely I was 28 feet tall. I also could see a blue Batman/Dracula style cape on my back along with Seeker wings on my back. I also had the same helm as Sentinel Zeta Prime, but my armor's paint job was orange, yellow, black, and purple in dark shades.

I questioned, "Am I a Seeker or a Triple Changer?"

Primus answers, "You are a Triple Changer, and a Cyber-Ninja member of the Autobot Triple Changer team considered to be one of the more powerful and trustworthy Autobot Triple Changers right alongside the famous ones. And you may remember them as Springer, Broadside, and Sandstorm."

I replied, "Okay. And I came up with the perfect name for my Cybertronian form: Dusksword."

Primus replies back, "Excellent choice, Dusksword. I shall be contacting you every solar cycle or deca-phase for updates on your progress. May your God and my father The Source watch over you."

And with that, there was a bright flash of light and I closed my optics to avoid being blinded.

In no time, I found myself in the Nevada Desert approximately 340.85 miles from the Autobot base.

I remarked, "Whoa, he wasn't kidding. But that's to be expected."

I looked down and I saw what appeared to be my new Cyber-Ninja weaponry.

I saw ninja shurikens, twin katana swords, twin tanto daggers, multiple kunais, twin kusarigamas in their twin variants – scythe and no scythe – nunchaku, a naginata, a makibishi, twin sais, a blowgun, a yari, a spear, a ninjato which can turn into a sniper rifle, a pair of nodachis that can combine to form a shield-blaster, a pair of twin metal bokken that can double as an assault rifle, a pair of Chokutō swords that can combine and turn into a shotgun, a pair of Guntō swords that can combine to make a Cybertronian version of an M240 machine gun, a pair of Kabutowari swords that can combine to form a Cybertronian M4 carbine rifle, a pair of Iaitō swords that can combine to make a Cybertronian M2 Browning .50 caliber heavy machine gun, a pair of Jintachi swords that can combine to make a Cybertronian M1 Garand semi-automatic rifle, a pair of Kenukigata-tachi swords that can combine to make a Cybertronian M14 selective-fire battle rifle, a pair of Kodachi swords that can combine to form a Cybertronian Heckler & Koch MP5 submachine gun, a pair of Sasuga swords that can combine to form a Cybertronian M203 grenade launcher, a pair of Shinken swords that can combine to form a Cybertronian M134 minigun, an Astro Blaster, a pair of boot guns, a pair of Howitzer pistols, a pair of Magnum Shotguns, a Mega Striker, a Quad Barrel Shotgun, and a Triple-Barrel Phalanx Cannon.

I guess I'm sort of like one of my favorite OCs by another author, this one going by the name of Shadowslicer.

I remarked again, "Nice... now I can defend myself if hand-to-hand combat is out of the question and if I need to take out enemies from a quiet distance."

I also noticed that I had hidden daggers in my arms laced with poisons and a cane swordstick.

I equipped myself with my gear and transformed into a 2014 Chrysler 300C SRT8 sports car.

I trekked through the desert in vehicle mode in the hope of avoiding being confronted by Decepticons.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a Ground Bridge opening, but I couldn't tell if it was the Autobots using their Ground Bridge or if it was the Decepticons using their own Ground Bridge.

Fortunately, it wasn't close enough to where I was, but it also wasn't far enough for me to run away without being seen.

I switched back to robot mode and had my katanas ready for if I need them.

I maintained vigilance as I walked through the desert with my stealth cloaking shield activated.

I heard blaster fire and explosions, and I could see Arcee, Chromia, Elita One, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, Shadowguard, and Tailgate fighting some Vehicon Troopers.

One of the drones exclaims, "Whatever you do, don't let the Autobots get to the Neutral!"

With hyper speed built into my systems similar to Red Energon, I decapitated two of the drones, split another two of them in half, dismembered and shot another two of them in their heads, gunned down another 16 of them while maintaining my movement, and impaled the last two of them in their spark chambers.

As their bodies fell to the ground, Arcee, Chromia, Elita One, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, Shadowguard, and Tailgate looked surprised.

I decloaked and sheathed my katanas.

I looked serious as I remarked, "Surprised, Autobots?"

Arcee quickly regained her composure and crossed her arms before saying with a smirk, "You could've gotten here a little earlier."

I scowled as I replied, "Seriously? That's what you have to say about the bot who saved your skidplate? I'm not familiar with the humans' territories or this organic terrain and you're already talking the way an idiot would talk."

Arcee holds up her servos as she asks, "Whoa there, kid, you can't take a joke?"

I replied back, "I hate it when people joke like that. So to answer your question, I take joking very seriously."

Bulkhead then questions in a concerned tone, "Arcee, he's a Seeker. I can see his wings underneath that cape. You think we can trust him 100%?"

I stated, "Correction: I'm a Triple Changer."

I switched to my ground vehicle mode before transforming to my jet mode, which was an Earth version of Megatron's jet mode from Transformers Energon, before transforming back to my robot mode.

I then stated with as much seriousness in my tone as I could, "At the present time, I'm not part of any faction on Earth, if you wish to know."

Elita One then says, "We would like you to join the Autobots after having seen you take down those Vehicon Troopers. Our leader would like to have a word with you."

I replied with seriousness in my tone, "Very well. We shall get going, but no funny business. I'm currently paranoid with the Decepticons attempting to capture me alive and I don't want to lose my temper on any of you."

I transformed to my car mode as the others did the same and they drove, escorting me to their base.

We finally emerged in the Autobot base and there he was standing in front of us: Optimus Prime, the supreme leader of the Autobots.

We transformed to our robot modes and Optimus looked curious as he approached me.

Optimus questions, "So, you are the Neutral we found, correct?"

I nodded as I replied, "Yes, that is correct."

Chromia then says in praise, "Optimus, you should've seen this guy in action. He was incredible. He destroyed eight Vehicon Troopers with hyper speed and stealth technology in a nano second."

Optimus looked surprised before he resumed his stoic expression and asked me, "Who trained you in combat?"

Just then, an Autobot who appeared to be Master Yoketron from Transformers Animated answered the question, "I did."

I asked in shock before anyone else could, "Master Yoketron?!"

Master Yoketron replies, "Dusksword, my successor."

I bowed like a martial arts student and Master Yoketron bowed back.

Arcee then questions, "Hold on. Master Yoketron's Cyber-Ninja Corps teaches Autobots in stealth. How aren't you an Autobot, Dusksword?"

Master Yoketron answered the question for me as he explained, "Dusksword never knew this until now. He was a young sparkling before the war. He never had a family, nor did he have a home with rations and other supplies to survive with. I took him in and raised him as if he were my own. I trained him in every Cybertronian martial arts style in the datapad, and I called him to be my successor because of his skills in mastering everything there is about being a Cyber-Ninja. I did not know if he managed to survive to the Great Exodus after Omega Supreme fell to Dark Energon."

I closed my optics, trying to rein in my emotions.

Optimus then says before asking me at the end, "Dusksword, we wish for you to join us in restoring peace and life to Cybertron as well as protecting the native humans of this planet and their various animal companions and predators from the Decepticons. Will you join us?"

I answered, "Affirmative. My blades are yours to command in the name of peace and freedom."

Optimus seemed to smile at what I said.

Optimus then says, "Welcome to the Autobots, Dusksword."

I bowed at that as I also said, "I am honored, Commander."

Optimus then says, "Master Yoketron, Arcee, can the both of you please show Dusksword to his quarters?"

Master Yoketron replies, "Yes, of course."

Arcee replies as well, "Yes, Optimus."

Master Yoketron and Arcee started to take me to my room.

Master Yoketron and I noticed Arcee smiling at me.

Master Yoketron asks, "Is something on your mind, soldier?"

Arcee replies, "No, Master; I'm just glad your student could join us."

Master Yoketron nods before asking me, "My pupil, why were you on edge with Arcee earlier?"

I answered, "Terrible experiences with Pretenders and Shifters impersonating the civilians and damaged soldiers under my care in my travels."

Master Yoketron replies, "Ah. I see. The instant you believe someone is safe, and the next instant later, they turn out to be an infiltrator working for the Decepticons."

I replied again, "Yes. I was never safe anywhere I went to because of them."

Arcee replies, "Well, you won't have to worry; our troops include Pretenders that are nice guys and useful Autobots who will help you if you need it in the field."

I nodded in response.

Arcee then says, "Oh, I almost forgot, the Iron Legion will be wondering who you are."

I asked, "And what is this Iron Legion?"

Master Yoketron answers, "An assortment of human civilians who got caught up in our war with the Decepticons and given their own so-called Iron Man battle suits to help them assist us as reserve numbers against our enemies. You should get to meet them, my student."

I replied, "Consider it done, teacher."

About two hours later, I went into the command center and I saw the humans Arcee and Master Yoketron were talking about, including Jackson Darby, Miko Nakadai, Rafael Esquivel, Sierra Landresse, and Vincent Raider.

Miko sees me and she comes up to me, rushing like the quirky, overly excited child she is, and she asked me multiple questions in rapid succession like she did with Bulkhead in canon.

I replied coldly, "Slow down, so I can understand you better."

Even Optimus was surprised at how cold I sounded when I told Miko to slow down.

Miko was about to activate her Iron Man watch to turn on her armor and weapons when Optimus intervened and said, "Miko, violence against someone like our latest recruit will not be tolerated."

Miko slumps before going to sofa with Rafael and Jack.

Optimus then says, "Iron Legion, this is Dusksword, our new recruit. He is a Cyber-Ninja of the Cyber-Ninja Corps, trained by Master Yoketron."

The kids and their parents and guardians looked at me in disbelief and fear.

Honestly, if I were in their position, I'd be scared to death as well.

Vince asks, "He's very scary. Is this the reason why he's serious all the time?"

I replied, "Yes. True, I'm an Autobot, but I refuse to allow myself to be influenced by crude and offensive joking."

Ratchet states as he uses the computer to search up my history, "Dusksword has a good history with Master Yoketron, according to the files we have on every Autobot or other Cybertronian trained by Master Yoketron. Although the file says Dusksword was dead during the War for Cybertron, that was cleared up with the public knowledge that Cyber-Ninjas can fake their deaths and use other kinds of trickery on their enemies."

The kids and their families were surprised to hear this.

I guess this means Primus ensured that my history wouldn't go unnoticed or uninvestigated, only for the Autobots to find out something that they shouldn't.

Thank God and Primus that they bought it without a second opinion.

After I explained a brief recount of my forged history, I went down into the SAFE for training, simply because Optimus wanted to see if I was as heavily trained as Master Yoketron says.

And I sure didn't disappoint.

The End.

(Author's notes: See you all in chapter 60: 6 Returning Teammates.)