1- Prologue.
Inside some kind of assembly shop, a group of people and some pokémon were working on something. By the size and appearance it seemed to be a cybertronian.
"Status report?" A man with an officer uniform requested.
"Final steps are finished at 89%, it would not take long before its ready for launch." A female engineer answered while they looked at a huge launching bay, with a small space shuttle attached to it. "Sir, I still don't see the reason for this plan. Why do we need to put an already failed asset fix for outside Earth travel when we should focus all our hands at keeping our leader alive?"
"The past events forced us to renounce to all the might we so tenaciously achieved, so our leader thought about an alternative way to recover it. Those beings came from somewhere, so if we manage to find their home world, who knows what wealth and other secrets we may find. Perhaps something with being able to turn the tides on our favor."
"But we are not sure where it may be, or if it even real. Space is such a huge place, what if it takes much longer than expected? Or if we may find something that we should not."
"Risks are not doubt very high, but is our best option. If Team Alien has any hope of being back what we once were, we have to trust Nemesis Prime to lead us there."
Indeed, the cybertronian they were working on was Nemesis Prime, not totally whole like previously, the prototype they once used against pokémon rangers. That was then, at present, the lifeless cybertronian was wandering through space, without set course. It had to be a long time wandering because its whole body was covered by ice. But everything was about to change for it, as it approached a weird thing in middle of space. As it grew closer, it crash-landed on its surface. Once it noticed it hit land, the artificial robot regained activity. It scanned the surroundings, until an entrance in front got its attention.
"Strange signals detected inside the structure. Proceed with investigation." The robot said, with the same imitation voice of Optimus Prime, as it entered the weird place.
However, it looked like there was somebody at home in that place.
"Welcome, far away visitor. Welcome to our sanctuary, the last seed of hope for our race. Come meet your makers. I'm Alpha Quintesson, the Prime of Life." A strange being announced with a deep voice, which was heard around the room like echo.
In front of Nemesis stood floating a weird being: its upper part resembled a humanoid, but the lower part looked like a bunch of tentacles moving. Besides, all its body seemed like metal, just like cybertronians. By the look of its face and body it was a male, one very old. There were others like it, but unlike him they quickly hid at feeling the robot's presence.
"Unknown being detected, possible cybertronian resemblance. Combat functions activated." Nemesis said with intention of attacking it.
But before it could hit it, the one called Alpha Quintesson stopped it with some kind of energy pulse. Next, multiple chains grabbed the robot with the arms, feet and other body parts. The strange creature looked at it with rage before unleashing another pulse, putting it to his knees, submitting it.
"You dare to strike a god? It hasn't been enough pain, after what your cursed kind did to us?! Destroying our world, dispose of our all-wise leaders?! Taking from me the one who could light my spirit even in the darkest hours?" Alpha expressed, this last part with sadness.
"Great resistance found. Engage with all might." Nemesis repeated, before being slapped by Alpha in the cheek, leaving a red mark on the side of the helmet.
"You fool! You have no might here, you are at our mercy."
By surprise, a very huge cybertronian with sinister appearance approached it from behind, kicked it and grabbed its head. That allowed Alpha Quintesson to see it closer, and that's how he realized.
"You have no life, no soul. Your body wasn't born, was forged. You have no consciousness, no sense of will. You are void of everything." Alpha checked, and then smirked. "I have been waiting for someone like you. I can give you a purpose of existence, a new life. My perfect creation. I will give you a new identity, and you will be mine to command. You are going to fix the mistake your relatives orchestrated, so the Quintessons' race may have another chance for survival."