PROLOGUE
[from the logs of Alpha Trion]
Cybertron. The gleaming jewel of the Alpha Centauri system. For millions of years, our race had been at peace, with a golden age reigning supreme.
Then came the Decepticons, an evil faction led by the tyrant Megatron. They invaded our greatest cities. Kings were dethroned, soldiers fell. Our darkest hour had come.
But suddenly, in the light at the end of the tunnel, a hero rose. His name was Optimus Prime.
In order to save our dying world, Optimus Prime gathered a group of Autobots and took the spaceship designated the Ark, in search of more Energon. However, Megatron discovered this and took his flagship, the Nemesis, to pursue them. Both ships eventually crash-landed on the planet Earth, where, four million years later, Optimus Prime and the Autobots would ally with the native humans to defeat the evil forces of the Decepticons.
Meanwhile, on Cybertron, we had found enough Energon to continue our race, though the Decepticons still stand in our way. And now here we are, in Earth's twenty first century, still waging our war to find peace.
Only fate will decide if we will succeed.
CHAPTER ONE: NO ACTIVITY
Blue optics intently watched the monitor of Teletraan One, the Ark's central computer. Decepticons had not been sighted in six months, which was actually quite unusual. Normally, the 'Cons would attack a site every other two to three days, as if calling for attention. Here it had been months, and Prowl was growing suspicious.
They must be up to something, he though. It just isn't like them to just...stop.
Activating his communicator, Prowl contacted with his leader. "Optimus, this is Prowl. Are you busy?"
"Not at all, Prowl," the Autobot commander replied. "I'm in room C-Ten with Wheeljack. Why?"
"I need to speak with you. I'll be right there." With that, Prowl ended the connection and made his room through the base.
* * *
"...So I'm still trying to work out the kinks of this new RX-7 model rocket launcher I made," the chief Autobot engineer Wheeljack was saying to Optimus Prime as Prowl opened the door to the room. "There's a loose screw in it I think, but-"
"Take your time, Wheeljack," Optimus said. "I have to speak with Prowl."
As soon as the engineer had left, Prowl entered the room. Optimus turned to face him. "What is it, lieutenant?"
"Well, I've noticed that the Decepticons haven't attacked in nearly six months. I'm starting to think they're up to something."
Optimus nodded slowly. "I have been thinking the same thing recently. Megatron and his followers have been known to be scheming and clever. I can only imagine what they might be planning."
"Especially after the Devastator incident," Prowl muttered, recalling the recent battle with the Decepticons' combiner experiment.
"Yes," Optimus replied, apparently recalling the same thing. "Especially."
* * *
Scarlet optics stared menacingly into the darkness before their bearer. Months ago, after having stolen enough Energon, Megatron had unleashed the Constructicons' combined form Devastator, the first 'gestalt' known to have been created. Unfortunately, as Megatron should have foreseen, the Autobots arrived and, eventually, defeated Devastator.
It was back to the drawing pad again...as usual.
Over the months, Starscream, Air Commander of the Decepticons, had heard Megatron speak with the Constructicons' leader Scrapper. Apparently, the two had come up with an idea; to summon more Constructicons from Cybertron so they could combine into a larger Devastator. To Starscream, this was failure just waiting to happen.
From what he had learned during his brief stint as a scientist, he could tell the combination of more than six Transformers would result in too much power and probably be suicidal.
Once again, Starscream thought, another misstep made by our so-called 'supreme' leader.
Walking down the hall of the Nemesis, the Decepticon Air Commander could hear voices coming from the command room, which was once the Nemesis' bridge until it crashed landed onto Earth nose-first into the ground. As he got closer, the voices grew clearer.
"Yes, Lord Megatron," said one voice, which sounded like it was coming from a computer monitor. "Project X is going well. If the Autobots do not find out about it and intervene, it will be ready by the end of the deca-cycle."
"Very good, Shockwave," Starscream heard Megatron reply. "Report back to me when you make any progress."
Starscream entered the room just as Shockwave's visage vanished from the screen. Noticing the Air Commander, Megatron turned to face him, his crimson eyes glowing from his metal grey faceplate.
"What is it, Starscream?" the Decepticon ruler said in a slightly raspy voice.
Starscream gave a mock bow, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he said, "My lord, I was just wondering about your plans with Scrapper."
"What about them?" Megatron asked, glowering at the same time.
"Well, I was just thinking that it would be..." Starscream though frantically for a word that wouldn't anger his leader. "...That it would be naive to go through with the plan."
Megatron simply glared. After a moment of silence, Starscream nervously continued.
"I mean, all of that Energon being used in a seven-or-more part Devastator would be...dangerous."
Silence still. The Seeker went on. "N-not that I...dislike seeing a giant crush the Autobots, it's just that-"
Megatron held up a metal hand, silencing Starscream. "Enough," he said. "I've made my choice. I've already ordered Shockwave to send six extra Constructicons-"
"Six?!" Starscream exclaimed. "That's...that's twelve Constructicons united!"
"Congratulations, Starscream," Megatron said dryly. "You have learned your math."
Before the Seeker could retort, the doors opened behind him, allowing an azure-colored Decepticon. with a scarlet visor and a featureless faceplate concealing his mouth, to walk in.
"Lord Megatron," Soundwave said in a monotonic voice. "Reinforcements have arrived."
"Ah, the extra Constructicons, I presume?" Megatron said.
"Negative," Soundwave replied. "The reinforcements have identified themselves as...Ultracons."
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