Transformers Regenerated: Origins - One Survived the Wreck [NON-CANON]

NOTE 1/31/2016 I've decided to retcon this story out of my Regenerated universe. Some parts of it will remain but the rest -- such as dates and the last scene -- will be considered "non-canon".

ONE SURVIVED THE WRECK

Foreword of Memoirs of a Hunter, by Cybershark

    Call me Cybershark; that's what everyone calls me. The name I was born with is actually Hammerstrike, but that just sounds... it lacks the creativity of "Cybershark."

    Anyway, I'm a retired Autobot Peace Marshal of the Altihex Security Force, having served under the renowned Depth Charge. We've been comrades ever since the First Great War ended. Back then, we were both loners. The only reason we worked together was because we both shared the same goal: to catch crooks. Sure, that's what all Peace Marshals were supposed to do, but we were the only ones who did our work religiously.

    However, Depth Charge was alone in sharing a vendetta against one single 'bot; a failed experiment at creating an immortal Cybertronian designated Protoform X. About a decade before the war ended, when it seemed like the 'Cons were going to win the war, Sentinel Prime ordered the creation of an immortal super-soldier. The result, predictably, was not up to standard and Protoform X was imprisoned at Colony Omicron, where Depth Charge worked at.

    When the war was over, X broke out of his prison and pretty much slaughtered everyone at the colony, save for Depth Charge. He was traumatized by the event, happening so soon after the war. He went through at least forty-six therapy sessions with Rung. When he requested permission from Sentinel Prime to hunt down X, he was only allowed to do so with someone accompanying him, to keep him from doing something rash. I was that someone.

    It took four years, but we eventually found X at Starbase Rugby... or what was left of it, anyway. Depth Charge just about snapped and nearly killed X until I stopped him. We then turned in X-- alive-- and he was imprisoned at the Ferromax Detention Center, a prison facility made specifically for mechs like him. 

    Depth Charge eventually moved on from his trauma, enough to become security chief at Altihex. I stuck with him, just to make sure he wouldn't lose it again. When the Second Great War came around, Colony Omicron was reestablished and-- for reasons that remain fishy to me to this day-- Zeta Prime chose Depth Charge to run it. I didn't like the idea of him returning there, so I volunteered to go with him.

    For a few centuries, he was sane for the most part, though he nearly got a spark-attack when a small-scale breakout occurred ten years into his service there. However, 285 years into the war, a scout team reported that one of their members was missing... and the Ferromax was destroyed.

    The very next day after this news came, he was gone.

    ...Over seven hundred years have passed and yet nothing has been heard of him. When the war ended, he was declared deceased in absentia. If he's still out there, if he's finally gotten his revenge... I do not know. His life is his own story; only he can write the ending.

    And some authors never get published.

--Space, Earth Year AD 1999--

    Bring out your dead.

    Wreck-Gar bobbed his head to the radio, transmitting television broadcasts from some planet called Earth. He usually liked what he heard from there, though there were often some rotten gems.

    Here's one.

    "Chief, we've got a reading," said Junkyard. "Right there, in the asteroid field."

    "Is it alive?" Wreck-Gar asked.

    I'm not dead.

    "Head to say. Let me zoom in on him."

    Silence reigned-- save for the radio-- while the Junkion worked on the salvage ship's visual scanner. He then said, "Kinda looks like he's dead. Shall we pull him in?"

    I'm getting better.

    "Sure, we could always use him for parts."

    The crew quickly went to work and in mere moments they had brought in the body. Rust concealed its silver and blue paint job.

    "Such a shame," Wreck-Gar muttered as he looked down upon the body. "That right there is a good chassis. I almost hate to take it apart."

    "I'm... not... dead."

    Wreck-Gar frowned and turned to the radio. "Is that blasted thing getting messed up again?"

    "No." Suddenly, the body shot up, startling the gathered Junkions. "I'm... still alive."

    "Huzzah!" Arclight cried. "It's a miracle!"

    "I'll say," Wreck-Gar said, kneeling down to become eye-level with the mech. "What's your story, mate?"

    "Revenge," was all he said as he stared out into space, remembering....