AN NOTE Here's the rest of the story summary… They awaken born anew as minicons many many centuries back in cybertron's past before the war now they have to learnwhat it takes to be a cybertronian how to use their minicon powers and most importantly can they change the war's outcome? As the kids try to survive To make it back to present day they will learn many secrets how did the war really start why are the mini cons so important who saved them who was that powerful voice that turned back time why them Exciting twists and turns will be at every chapter They'll meet new friends and new enemies and learn the secrets of the past but what will happen when they realize that things aren't quite how they pictured it Find out in this thrilling new story[ Last days on earth!]
2Author's note heads up this story will be slow as molasses to be updated I already have two stories I'm working on but I simply couldn't pass up this idea when it came into my head so for now you will get chapter 1 but that's it for a while!
Transformers: Armada – Last Day on Earth
Chapter 1: Rebirth of Hope
The sky split open with a flash of sickly green light. The Hydra Cannon's beam roared through the atmosphere like a spear of raw destruction, carving a path straight for Earth.
Inside the Autobot base, Rad, Carlos, and Alexis stood frozen, their eyes locked on the viewscreen. The blast consumed the horizon beyond the cliffs, racing toward them with impossible speed.
"No... No!" Rad gasped, his breath hitching in his throat.
"There's still time! Optimus—he can stop it, right?" Carlos shouted, clenching his fists so tightly his nails bit into his palms. But Alexis could only stare in silence, her face pale as the inevitable approached.
Outside, Above Earth
Optimus Prime hovered in the air, his entire frame trembling as the Matrix of Leadership burned within his chest. Its golden light clashed against the Hydra Cannon's emerald energy, but the force pressing against him was too great.
"I... I will protect them...!" Optimus roared, pushing forward with everything he had. Jetfire circled nearby, shouting something through the comms, but the words barely registered.
Optimus could feel his internal systems overheating. Circuits strained, armor plating warped from the energy backlash. Yet still, he held firm. The fate of Earth—and the humans he'd sworn to protect—depended on him.
Inside the Base
"He's going to make it!" Carlos shouted, voice cracking with desperate hope.
Rad bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. "Come on... You have to hold on...!"
Alexis' nails dug into her arms. "Optimus, please..."
But the light beyond the monitor only grew stronger. The Hydra Cannon's beam pushed forward, inch by inch, until it began to engulf Optimus completely.
"No!" Rad screamed, pounding his fist against the control panel. "Don't give up—please!"
Optimus' voice echoed faintly through the comms, distorted and fragmented: "Forgive... me..."
The next instant, the Matrix's light vanished.
"No, no, NO!" Carlos shouted as the beam shot past Optimus' collapsing form.
For a split second, Optimus hung in then, cracks of blue light spiderwebbed across his frame as his armor began to disintegrate into countless glowing fragments. They scattered into the void like shattered stardust, vanishing as if the universe itself mourned his passing.
"OPTIMUS!"
And the beam kept coming.
Time seemed to slow as the green light swelled across the monitor, consuming everything in its path. Rad staggered back from the console, his legs shaking so badly he nearly fell.
"We—we have to get out of here!" Carlos cried, grabbing Rad's shoulder.
"There's nowhere to go!" Alexis shouted, her voice cracking with fear.
The ground rumbled beneath their feet as alarms blared. Red warning lights flashed across the walls. Above, the ceiling groaned as shockwaves from the approaching blast struck the outer cliffs.
Rad clutched the edge of the console, knuckles white. His chest heaved with ragged breaths as panic clawed at his throat. No. No, this can't be happening. It's not supposed to end like this!
Carlos backed up against the wall, eyes wild as he shook his head. "We were supposed to win... We—we had the Mini-Cons, the Autobots, Optimus—" His voice broke into a sob.
Alexis sank to her knees, staring at the floor as tears streamed down her cheeks. "I don't want to die..." she whispered.
The monitor flared white as the beam reached the cliffs outside the base. The final alarm screamed through the air.
Rad closed his eyes. Silence.
A stillness so absolute it seemed to swallow the entire world. The alarms vanished. The rumbling earth grew still. The harsh, green glow disappeared.
Rad's eyes flew open.
Everything around him was frozen—dust particles suspended in midair, lights halted in their flickering cycle. Alexis and Carlos stood motionless beside him, their eyes wide with shock.
And then—
A presence.
Vast. Timeless. Infinite.
It pressed against Rad's very spark—no, deeper than that. It touched something beyond flesh and bone, beyond even thought. The air vibrated with a deep, resonant voice that echoed not through the ears, but through the soul:
"What is done can be undone. I grant you life anew."
Light erupted from nowhere and everywhere at once—pure, golden radiance that burned away fear, sorrow, and pain. It filled Rad's vision until there was nothing else.
"Life anew...?" Rad thought, confusion mixing with awe as the light swallowed him whole.
The last thing he heard was the hum of unseen machinery and the pulse of a distant spark
Rad's optics flickered online.
...Optics?
His vision adjusted, revealing a sky of endless silver stretching high above him. Towering spires of gleaming metal rose in every direction, catching the distant glow of Cybertron's core far beneath the surface.
He lay on smooth steel ground, his frame oddly light, his limbs unfamiliar. With a faint whir of servos, he sat up—
—and gasped.
His hands were mechanical. Sleek, silver fingers tipped with black plating. His arms were compact and sturdy, his armor smooth and streamlined. His chestplate bore a faint green glow where his spark pulsed within.
"I... I'm...?"
Panic swelled in his chest as he scrambled to his feet. His legs moved effortlessly, guided by instincts he shouldn't have. He stumbled forward, trying to process the impossible.
"Rad?"
He spun toward the voice.
Carlos stood nearby—no, not stood. He hovered slightly above the ground, his compact wheels still spinning faintly as his new Mini-Con frame adjusted. His design was blockier than Rad's, with thicker armor and sturdy limbs. His vibrant orange and yellow plating gleamed in the distant light. His red optics glowed faintly with confusion and fear.
"Carlos?!"
"It's me! But... what happened to us?!"
"Rad! Carlos!" Alexis approached, her slim frame designed for speed and agility. Pastel pink and purple armor hugged her compact form, with two sleek arm spikes folded against her forearms. As she moved, they briefly flickered with faint energy, as though responding to her emotions. Her pale blue optics blinked in rapid succession as she clutched her chestplate, feeling the faint hum of her spark beneath the armor.
"We're— We're Mini-Cons," she whispered, voice shaking.
"No—no, this has to be a dream!" Rad shouted, clutching his head. His fingers grazed the edges of his helmet-like design, smooth and streamlined for mobility. His joints hummed softly with every motion, their mechanical precision both alien and familiar. It's not a dream," Carlos said, his voice strained with panic.
"I can feel everything—the circuits, the power running through me—it's all real!"
"But how?!" Alexis cried. "Why would this happen to us?!"
"I... I don't know!" Rad turned, optics scanning the endless metallic horizon. "But this isn't Earth... This is Cybertron!"
Their voices echoed across the empty streets, swallowed by the silence of a world not yet touched by war.
The Weight of Realization
Rad's vents heaved as if trying to catch a breath he no longer needed.
That voice...
The words still echoed in his mind: "What is done can be undone. I grant you life anew."
Rad's spark pulsed sharply, sending a shiver through his frame. But... who had spoken those words? And why had they transformed them into Mini-Cons?
Carlos collapsed onto the ground, gripping his head. "But why?! Why turn us into Mini-Cons and drop us here—wherever here is?!"
Alexis clutched Rad's arm, her metal fingers trembling against his armor. "What do we do now, Rad? How do we get back home? How do we—how do we fix this?!" Rad forced himself to breathe—no, not breathe. His body didn't need air anymore. Instead, he focused on steadying the pulse of his spark, grounding himself in the present.
"I... I don't think we can go back," he said slowly. The words tasted like cold iron. "Whoever—or whatever—saved us... they didn't just bring us back. They changed us. This is who we are now."
"No... No, this isn't fair!" Carlos shouted, slamming his fist against the ground. "We didn't ask for this!"
"But we're alive," Rad replied, his voice low but steady. "We're alive. And we're together. I don't know why we're here... or why this happened... but we have to find out."
The others fell silent, their optics reflecting the distant light of Cybertron's core as its faint pulse echoed beneath their feet. The world stretched out before them—vast, unfamiliar, and full of unanswered questions.
Somewhere, beyond those gleaming towers, fate was already shifting.