As we all know, Smoothsayer and a few others knew or had the faintest idea there was a war upon the horizon. And only Smoothsayer knew its due date. As much as I would love continue on about with his other prophecies, and encounters with Autobots and Decepticons alike. On with the story.
For a while Smoothsayer had been plagued with the visions of Cybertron's downfall. Restless and unable to focus, Smoothsayer went from project to project. Many which in his lab, either set alight or blew up in his face. (And yes, he was a scientist and a not so bad artist.)
Within few of his visions, Smoothsayer saw the near Annihilation of the youth of his species and the loss of the Allspark's vessel.
Smoothsayer driven near madness, sought out ways to ensure the survival of his race. He had long given up on the thought of preventing war. How could he stop something without knowing the cause and limit his meddling with fate? Bargain with it? But war was already on the way.
One solar cycle Smoothsayer within his usually plague of visions he saw of a young bot. Black and yellow and barely conscious, partially buried within a scrap pile, recognisably Kaon. The youngling wouldn't last a mega-cycle if left there. But why show him her, there was no connection nor meeting between them.
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Kaon, undeniably the worst of Cybertron. It's slums, a sea of faded bots fortunate to survive the next cycle. Second, the markets, if one were somehow unbelievably able to lose their t-cog it would be there. Third, the scrap yards, one made could make a living from it, if they weren't caught. Forth, the Pits of Kaon. It was a game of survival of the fittest in there. And fifth the truth nightmare of anybot, the Smelting pits.
Our kind sparked, near madden seer had sworn to his maker find the youngling. He would search even inch of Kaon, it's scrap piles and markets to help her and to find a solution for the future.
A.N: It's supposed to be longer but I think or process the word I want to write down, sorry.
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