Hey, so I was reading Elhini Prime's stories, when I was hit by this plot bunny: What if Ultimus had known his identity before he did? And one thing led to another, and I rounded up a few more plot bunnies, and this was the result.

Well, let's see if this works.

I don't own Transformers Prime. Only my own OCs.

Darkness Rising Pt. 1

The sun was setting over a red Mustang that was driving down the highway. As it went down it, a voice came from it. "So there I am on lookout, when these high beams hit my rearview. Then it hits me. I'm illegally parked!"

"So what, another parking ticket?" This voice came from a blue motorcycle with pink highlights that was driving along a desert road. If one looked closely at its rider, they would have seen that she was flickering in and out.

"Even better: the boot!"

"Big metal tire clamp, impossible to remove."

"Bingo! So, I let the local police do their thing, let them get down the block. That's when I kick off my shiny new shoe, and bam!"

"New York's finest soil themselves."

"Hey, you know me, 'Cee. You mess with Cliffjumper…"

"And you get the horns."

"I hope you aren't doing any of this around Aurora."

There were few things that terrified Cliffjumper: Scraplets, the Fallen, and Unicron were some of them.

His sparkmate when angry? Definitely.

"No worries, I won't," he said. "Besides, cut me some slack. Patrolling for Energon here in dullsville is the most boring thing that has ever happen. Almost makes me miss the 'Cons."

"Like Jasper, Nevada's a party," shot back Arcee. "Which is where I've been ever since Aurora has switched to low-grade. Ratchet's keeping me here until I 'get back into shape.'"

"His words?"

"What do you think?"

Before Cliffjumper could continue their banter, one of his sensors started beeping. "I'm picking up a signal," he said.

"Need backup?"

"Do I ever?" he asked as he drove off the road. Reaching the edge of a crater, the car transformed. Standing in the car's place was a thirty-foot humanoid robot. The parts of the car he transformed from became armor and his plating had also shifted, revealing an iron-grey skin-like metal. He had two small horns on his helm, his most prominent feature.

"Energon!" he said. "And a whole lot of it!"

That was when he was hit by a blaster that knocked him into the mine. Picking himself up, he saw purple robots standing on the edge with a purple warship floating above them. "Decepticons!" Cliffjumper said. He put a digit to his helm. "Arcee, about that backup…" he said.

On the open plain, a red and blue semi-truck was rolling down the highway. This wouldn't have been unusual, except that this truck didn't have a driver. This was Optimus Prime, noble leader of the Autobots. The great Prime was taking a rare chance to observe the scenery when a voice came over his radio.

"Arcee to Optimus, the 'Cons are back, and Cliffjumper may be in some scrap!"

"Understood," Optimus said. "Ratchet, do you have Cliffjumper's coordinates?"

His answer came from an ambulance that was driving in the midst of a small snowstorm. "I've locked on his signal," he replied. "But our team is scattered several timezones. The only one in the base at the moment is Firewall."

"What about the other two?"

His answer came from a human-sized robot standing at a control panel in an underground base. "Ultimus has work and Kaosu is in trouble with her teachers again."

"Very well. Arcee."

The motorcycle pulled up at a stoplight.

"Bulkhead."

A green SUV skidded to a halt in a forested clearing.

"Bumblebee."

A yellow muscle car stopped in another desert.

"Wheeljack."

This one was a white sports car with green and red highlights who pulled on a coastal road.

"Elita-1."

A pink convertible in a parking lot started up.

"Rendezvous at base and prepare to groundbridge."

All five vehicles seemed to nod and drive off.

Meanwhile, Cliffjumper had engaged the Decepticons. He had taken out quite a few and was doing well all things considered. However, numbers were not on his side, for every drone he took down, another took its place. Eventually, they had thrown him into the depression the Energon was in knocking off one of his horns in the process. That got him mad.

"You want the horns?" he said, transforming his servos into blasters. "You've got them!"

After a few of their kind were taken out, the Vehicons started returning fire. One of their shots hit the Energon crystals behind Cliff and ignited it. The resulting explosion ignited the volatile substance and blew up the rest of it and knocked Cliffjumper out of the fight. A couple of Vehicons dragged the red Autobot away from the debris and onto the warship, which had extended a yellow tube. With its newest passengers aboard, it took off.

When the ship was out of sight, a green vortex opened up. Out drove the vehicles from earlier, which transformed into robots that were similar to Cliffjumper. They got into battle stance ready to fight an enemy… that wasn't there anymore. With no hostiles in sight. They relaxed and approached the now smoking crater. "An untapped Energon deposit," said Optimus, the bot that had transformed from the semi.

"Or what's left of it," said Bulkhead, identified as the green SUV.

"First sign of Decepticon activity in three years," said Ratchet, who was the ambulance.

"That we know of," corrected the pink bot that had previously been the convertible. This was Elita-1, the second-in-command of the Autobot forces on Earth, and the sparkmate of Optimus Prime.

"If they're scouting for Energon now, they might be preparing for his return."

They all knew who he was.

Arcee then let out a strangled gasp and ran down the slope everyone looked as she picked up a piece of metal that was identifiable as one of Cliffjumper's horns.

She looked up at the rest of her team. "We have to find him," she said.

Optimus helped her back up. "Don't worry," he said. "We will find him.

Meanwhile, on the Decepticon warship, a silver robot stood at the helm, looking at the cloud of smoke that was rising up from the remains of the deposit. "The Energon…it's useless to me know," he said. This was Starscream, leader of the Decepticons. He different from the Autobots, not just in whose side he was on, but in the fact that he had wings on his back. He was a schemer, and he had enjoyed the position he had held for the past three years.

He would have been taken seriously if not for his high heels.

He turned around to see the two Vehicons dragging Cliffjumper. They forced him on the ground and the red Autobot looked up.

"Scream, it's been a while," said Cliffjumper, pausing to spit some Energon out of his mouth. "So, where's your master?"

"Never mind him! I am my own master now!" screeched the silver Seeker. He then plunged his talons into Cliffjumper's chest, right into his spark "Any other questions?"

Cliffjumper didn't answer, as he was contacting his sparkmate through their bond. Arcee… I… love… you…

Cliffjumper fell forward, and went offline.

"Clean that up," said Starscream, not caring about the Energon dripping off of his servos.

Arcee fell to her knees with a cry, servos grasping at her spark. Ratchet looked at his scanner, but it only confirmed what he feared.

"Cliffjumper's signal has gone… offline," he said with a heavy spark.

Elita approached her sister who had gone into a sitting position, clutching her knees and rocking back and forth.

"Arcee," she said. "Please, you have to be strong. For Aurora. Your sparkling. She needs you. You can't give up yet."

The other femme looked at her sister then collapsed into her arms.

Optimus activated his comm. link. "Firewall, send a groundbridge," he said.

The green vortex opened again, the remaining Autobots entered it.

Sierra Cody looked at a chemistry problem. "Can you explain how to do this one again?" she asked. When her lab partner didn't respond, she turned her head to look at him.

Jack Darby was staring into space. He was an average sixteen-year old, with black hair and storm-blue eyes that occasionally flashed bright blue. He was dressed in his usual attire of grey shirts with long sleeves and faded jeans. He was Sierra's next-door neighbor and occasional tutor.

Today, however, he was distracted, looking out the window and sometimes at the mantle. Sierra soon had enough. "Earth to Jack," she said, snapping her fingers.

Jack came back to the present. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" he asked.

Sierra frowned and closed her book. "Okay Jack, spill," she said. "Something has been bothering you all day. So, what is it?"

He looked like he was about to say something, but he then sighed and looked at the mantle. Sierra followed his gazed to a particular photo. It was one of Jack's family. In it was Jack himself along with his parents. Jack's father looked the same as when Sierra had last seen the man, wearing a red flannel shirt with blue jeans. His black hair was longish, and he had a short beard, but there was a twinkle of kindness in his eyes. He wasn't usually around, as he worked as a trucker. He had his arm around Jack's mother. She was dressed in her work uniform, green scrubs with a yellow coat thrown over it. She too had long black hair, and was smiling playfully in the picture.

There were another couple in the picture as well. The male in it had darker skin and a military haircut. He was dressed in a dark red sports coat, and had a Rams cap on his head. He had his arm around a young lady who was dressed in blue. She had a couple of blue and pink streaks in her hair and shared the same blue eyes with Jack's mother. She was dressed in all blue with a dark blue leather jacket and a motorcycle helmet under her arm.

"I lost my uncle yesterday," Jack said. "Hit me pretty hard."

"Oh," said Sierra, tracing a finger over the dark man's image. "How's your aunt taking it?"

"Pretty hard also. Doesn't help that she has a child."

"Oh." She didn't say anything for a while. Then she said, "I got to go."

Jack looked up at her. "See you tomorrow?" he asked.

She shrugged. "Probably."

"See you then."

Back on the Nemesis, Starscream turned around at the sound of quiet heeltaps. He turned to see another Seeker standing behind him. This one was colored blue-green and purple and also had heels, although this one had an excuse for wearing them.

Starscream scowled. "What do you want, Slipstream?" he growled.

His sister stood unintimidated by his threat. "Soundwave here," she said, indicating the visored mech behind her, "has picked up a transmission that may be important to us."

Starscream scowled. "And just what is this transmission?" he asked.

Soundwave played an audio clip. "Like Jasper, Nevada's a party," Arcee's voice said.

Starscream grinned. "Of course," he said. "Why settle for one Autobot, when we have the advantage of surprise?"

Slipstream shook her helm. "Sometimes, I wonder how we have lasted this long," she muttered.

One of the mesas in the Jasper desert is no ordinary mesa. Instead, it is home to the Autobots. Currently, they were assembled on top of it, paying their last respects to Cliffjumper. Solemnly, Optimus placed his horn, the only piece they were able to find, on a pile of stones they had just built. Normally, this was the job of the sparkmate, but Arcee was busy. She was holding Aurora, her tiny light-blue child, or sparkling. She was armored like Arcee, expect her helm had small horns much like her absent sire.

"We must not allow our anger over the death of Cliffjumper to cloud our judgement," Optimus said. "For as of today, we seven are the only Autobots left on Earth."

"What about us?" someone asked. Optimus turned to see a pink femme standing near the back. "We can fight."

Optimus shook his helm. "Firewall is too young, Kaosu," he said. "And you have barely completed your training. You are not ready yet." His optics darkened. "And neither is my son."

The femme, Kaosu, pouted. "Fine," she said, walking away.

Optimus faced the rest of the Autobots. He spoke a bit more, but Arcee tuned it out. She was focusing on her spark, and the emptiness it had and on the welfare of her daughter. She only responded when a gentle servo took her arm and led her away.

Ratchet approached Optimus. "Optimus," he said. "Helping the humans will only lead to more tragedy."

"Your opinion is noted," said Optimus.

Elita approached the medic. "How is my sister?" she asked.

He sighed. "She's becoming unresponsive, but that is to be expected. As long as she snaps out of it by the next solar cycle, she should be fine."

The femme looked at her sister, who was being led back inside by a surprisingly gentle Wheeljack. "And if she doesn't?"

Ratchet shook his helm. "I honestly don't know."

Jack exited his place of work, the K.O. Burger. "Can't believe someone drove off without paying again." He muttered "Someday, I'm going to level this place."

He suddenly stopped as he felt something approach. "Cons," he said. "And my signature is showing up on the radar also. Better hide. Don't want them to connect Jack Darby to the Autobots." He looked around the restaurant. "Aha!" he said, finding what he was looking for.

Two minutes later, two purple cars drove by, paying no attention to a stationary blue and silver motorcycle.

Ultimus chuckled. "Works every time," he said. "Now, to get out of here."

He froze when he saw Sierra approaching.

Scrap, forgot she was meeting me today, he thought.

Sierra was unaware of the motorcycle's predicament as she walked beside it. "Wonder what's taking Jack so long?" she said.

Wouldn't you want to know, the motorcycle thought.

Sierra looked around until she saw the motorcycle. "Well, his bike's here, so he can't be too far away."

Dad said that was a bad idea, introducing myself as my way of transportation, Ultimus thought. Wait, he thought when he saw Sierra approaching him. Is she going to…?

She sat on his seat.

Yes, she did. Okay, this is uncomfortable.

Unaware of the mood the bike was in, Sierra ran a finger on one of the edges. "Jack certainly takes care of you," she said.

Ultimus shuddered. That feels good… DON'T PURR! DON'T PURR!

"But where is your owner?"

Before the situation could progress, a couple of headlights shone in the parking lot, blinding the human girl.

Scrap! thought Ultimus.

Sierra shrieked as the motorcycle took off.

"Don't let go," a voice said.

"Who said that?" Sierra shouted.

It didn't respond, just hit the brakes and let two purple cars slam against each other. Speeding ahead, it went into an alley and let Sierra get off.

"Who are you?" asked Sierra.

"I don't exist," said the motorcycle. "Don't tell anyone about me, and you won't be hunted down."

Sierra gave a hurried nod and ran down an alley, not wanting to find out if the bike would make good on its threat.

Ultimus sighed. Now that Sierra was out of the way, he could focus on getting to a safe spot to take out the drones.

However, fate loves to throw wrenches into the plans of men and robots. For while one Con chased after Ultimus, the other went after Sierra.

Frag you, Murphy, thought Ultimus and he jumped his pursuer and went the other way.

Sierra was running as fast as her too feet could take her. "Of all the days to wear a skirt," she said.

A car horn grabbed her attention. "I don't even know him!" she shouted.

A small engine caught her attention and she saw the same bike jump the vehicle and land right beside her. "Get on!" it said.

Sierra didn't waste breath arguing.

They got back on the main road, with the purple cars close behind. Guns popped out of the car's hoods and began firing.

"Why are they shooting us?" Sierra asked.

"It's just me, you got on at the wrong time."

"Then let me off!"

"That's what I was doing in the alley!"

Ultimus pulled onto the highway, hoping to get some distance between him and the 'Cons. However, that didn't work as they kept coming. Thankfully, a pink pickup truck came into the same lane and rammed into one of them.

"Friend of yours?" Sierra asked.

"Yes," came the reply.

Ultimus started looking for a place to drop Sierra off. It had to be one where no one would notice a motorcycle drive away.

While Sierra was getting the ride of her life, two young boys were playing in a drained canal. Rafeal Esquivel and Terrance Patterson were racing RC cars. Raf was twelve (and a quarter!) with orange spiky hair and red-framed glasses. Terry was eighteen and lanky as could be. His messy brown hair kept getting in his way, to his annoyance. The two were great friends, despite their six-year age difference.

Terry's phone rang and he picked it up. "Hey, Mom," he said. "I'm down the street racing cars with Raf. Just five more minutes? Thanks, you're the best. Bye."

"Your mom?" Raf asked.

"Yep. Hey, your brother coming anytime soon?"

Before the tween could answer, an engine sounded, and a motorcycle with Sierra on it came flying over their heads and landed before them. "Whoa, awesome!" said Terry.

"You have no idea," said Sierra.

"Trouble?" asked Raf. But before the girl could answer, the cars that were chasing her slid down and transformed into giant robots.

"I don't think they're friendly," said Terry, backing up.

"Don't worry," a voice said. "I am."

They looked behind them to see the motorcycle go through the same process. Except that this robot seemed bigger than it should be. He stood about thirty feet tall, and had blue and silver armor. The handlebars of the motorcycle could be seen on his shoulders, along with a pair of jet wings. Two wheels were on each boot-like foot and an additional two could be seen in its hips. A battlemask covered all of his face except for its eyes, or optics.

"Let's do this," he said cracking his servos. He then charged the other robots.

He took one out with a couple of punches, and threw the other one over his shoulder.

Looking at the mess, it shook his helm and said, "Megs really should get his money back."

That was when he was hit by a blaster bolt and someone said, "Perhaps. But they aren't as careless as you."

The bot stood up and looked up and the humans followed his eyes. Standing under the bridge was another robot. This one was a purple and tan color, with a light blue face, with one eye more like a monocle. He stood about twenty-five feet high, and had wings on his back as well as a couple of turrets and his legs were more like tank treads.

The bot picked himself off the ground. "Blitzwolfer," he said. "Haven't seen your ugly face in a while. Or should I say faces?"

The new robot's face was replaced with a different one. This one was colored red and the optics were hidden by a single visor. "ZE NAME IS BLITZWING!" he shouted. "REMEMBER THAT AUTOBOT! BECAUSE IT'S THE LAST THING YOU WILL HEAR BEFORE I-"

His face switched again, this time for a black one that resembled a jack-o-lantern. "-express my feelings in song! DOMO ARIGOTO, MR. ROBOTO!"

Before the crazy bot could continue, the pink pickup drove off of the highway above. As it fell, it also shifted until a twenty-foot robot landed feet first on Blitzwing's helm. As it jumped off, Sierra could see that it had a more feminine build. She had two of her wheels on her back while the truck's hood made up her chest.

The new femme pumped a fist. "BOO-YAH!" she said. "Take that Con!"

She then froze as she heard a snap. She lifted a pede to see that she had stepped on Terry's RC car. "Sorry," she said.

"Hey, no worries," he replied.

She couldn't reply as one of the Vehicons had gotten back up and tackled her… only to be thrown off by the first robot.

"Kaosu, do you think you can take the drones while I face Blitzwing?" he asked as he helped her up.

Kaosu rolled her optics. "Of course I can, Ultimus," she said. "You're sounding more like your dad every day."

"I'll ignore that," he said as the purple bot got up. He turned to the humans. "If I were you, I'd get out of here. You could get hurt."

"Sure," said Sierra, not wanting to get in the middle of the robot fight.

Ultimus breathed a sigh of relief as the humans ran down a drainage pipe. Turning to Kaosu, he said, "Let's kick some aft."

She answered with a predatory grin. "Now you're speaking my language," she said, deploying a pair of energy hammers.

Ulitmus rolled his optics. "Just don't destroy the bridge this time," he said, activating a battlesword.

"Whatever." With that, the duo faced their designated foes.

Blitzwing had gotten up with his angry face. "YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT, AUTOBOTS!" he cried.

Just then, a horn sounded and a SUV and an Urbana 500 drove up and transformed into another pair of mechs. The first one was a twenty-five foot mech with a green paint job. The second one was a twenty foot mech with yellow and black stripes who got in a wrestler's position.

The green mech took a more direct approach. "Who wants to rumble?" he said, banging his servos together.

Blitzwing turned to his calculating face. "These variables call for a different approach," he said. Switching to random, he added, "RUN AWAY!"

With that order given, he transformed and jetted away with the Vehicons going to car form and speeding away.

Ultimus disengaged his battlemask and turned to face the green mech who was Bulkhead. "What took you two so long?" he asked.

He shrugged "Traffic," he said.

Bumblebee, the yellow mech, lifted up his doorwings. "So, what did we miss?" he asked.

Kaosu laughed. "Only me landing on Blitzy's face!" she said.

"We'll explain when we get to base," said Ultimus. He put a digit to the side of his helm. "Ultimus to base, please send a groundbridge."

A green vortex appeared and the four bots went into it.

Ultimus had just finished explaining what had happened to his parents. Optimus was thinking on what his son had told him.

"So, humans caught you in action?" he asked.

Ultimus nodded. "Yes, Sierra and another boy. I think Firewall knows him."

Optimus nodded, deep in thought.

Ratchet knew that look and didn't like it. "You're not thinking what I think you are thinking," he said.

Optimus nodded. "If the Decepticons are targeting us, anyone associated with us would be at risk."

Sierra caught up with Raf and Terry after school the next day. "Guys," she said. "About what we saw yesterday, I think that it would be best if we forgot about it."

Terry nodded while Raf mentally rolled his eyes. If she only knew…

He was interrupted from his musing by a car horn. He looked up to see his ride home waving his hand.

Sierra watched as Raf ran over to his brother's car. Ben 'Bee' Esquivel was eighteen years old, with bright blond, almost yellow, hair. It certainly matched his car, she noted noticing the bright yellow that was also its main color. Bee was dressed in a yellow jacket over a black shirt, and jeans. He didn't speak, having lost his voice at a young age.

Raf watched as Bee's hands move in a flurry of movement. He grew worried. "Are you sure?" he asked.

Bee nodded.

Raf sighed. "Very well," he said. He called over to Terry. Sierra watched as the young teen walked over to the bright Urbana. Satisfied that he had gotten a ride, she started making her own way home.

"Hey, Sierra." She turned around to see Jack running after her.

"Hi, Jack," she answered. "Sorry about yesterday, but something came up."

"Yeah, I bet," he answered, knowing full well what had happened to her.

"Well, I've got to go," she said, turning into an alley to take a shortcut to her house.

Jack sighed and ran after her. "Hey!" he said. "Can I ask you something?"

Sierra turned around. "What?" she asked.

"Well," he said, unsure of what to say. "What do you know about aliens?"

Sierra blinked, bemused. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well… oh, no easy way to say this. I am an alien."

Sierra just stared at him.

"And also, my kind is in a civil war that has span centuries and that we have been using Earth as our battleground for the past few years."

She chuckled. "That was pretty good," she said. "You should put it up on that one fanfiction site."

"Actually, I am serious."

Sierra shook her head. "Even if I believe what you are saying, why does this affect me?" she said turning away.

There was the sound of shifting gears behind her, and Jack said, "Because you are one of the few who know about us."

Sierra turned around and almost screamed. Standing, or rather crouching behind her was the same robot from the day before! Only this time, the battlemask was gone and she could see that its facial features almost resembled Jack's! In fact, she could see him in the robot's posture, his stance, even in the way he looked at her.

"If you are… were an alien robot all these years, why are you telling me now?" she asked.

Jack shook his helm. "That would for Da-Optimus Prime to explain."

"Who's Optimus Prime?"

"Just go for it, girl!"

Sierra and the robot who was claiming to be Jack froze and turned to see Lisa standing in the entryway of the alley. Lisa was Sierra's best friend. She wasn't as crazy as Miko, the Japanese transfer student, but she was pretty close.

Jack facepalmed. "Scrap," he muttered.

The highway was quiet, until a dark blue Ferrari raced along it. Sitting in the driver's seat was Sierra, while Lisa sat in the passenger seat. "Why are we bringing her again?" asked Sierra.

"Rules," Jack said, the dashboard lights blinking with his voice.

Lisa bounced in her seat, full of nervous excitement. "This is so cool!" she said.

Jack released a burst of static that sounded like a sigh. "Great, now there's two of them," he muttered.

"Two of who?" asked Sierra.

Jack didn't answer and drove through an intersection. Before she could say anything, the stone wall in front of them opened into a tunnel that lead inside the mesa. Jack drove into it and into an area with more giant robots.

Sierra stared wide-eyed. One of the robots looked up from where he was typing at a huge computer. He was another mech, and was colored white and orange. He had a backpack-like object on his back with an antennae hanging off of it. He turned around and narrowed his optics. "I thought there were only two humans," he said.

"Didn't you hear?" said Wheeljack, who came out of the corridor. "Humans multiply."

He was rewarded with a slap on the helm from Elita who came right behind him. "Play nice," she said.

Wheeljack rubbed his helm. "Yes, ma'am," he said.

Lisa got out of Jack and walked up to the green mech. "What's your name?" she asked.

"Bulkhead."

"Are you a car? I bet you're a truck, a monster truck! Do you like heavy metal? How much do you weigh? Ever use a wrecking ball for a punching bag?"

Jack transformed and shook his head. "And who does she remind me off?" he asked.

"Knock it off, UP," Miko said, coming down from the human area.

Lisa turned to her. "Miko?" she asked. "They got you too?"

The transfer student laughed. "They didn't get me, 'cause I was already one of them," she said. With that, she spun on her heel and her outline blurred and grew bigger. When it cleared, standing in her place was the pink robot from yesterday, with a mischievous glint in her optics.

Lisa blinked. And then squealed. "THAT'S SO COOL!" she said.

Elita shook her helm. "She really is a second Kaosu," she said.

Sierra blinked and then saw Terry and Raf coming towards her. "Hey," the older boy said.

"Don't tell me," she said. "You're also a giant robot."

Terry laughed. "No, actually Raf's the bot," he said. "And technically they're aliens."

"Aliens?" asked Lisa.

The ground shook and everyone looked up to see a huge thirty foot red and blue robot approaching.

"Yes," Optimus Prime said. "We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron. Better known as Autobots. I am Optimus Prime. This is my medic, Ratchet."

The bot at the computer grunted.

"Our two Wreckers, Bulkhead and Wheeljack."

They both waved a servo.

"Our scout Bumblebee."

A yellow and black mech with doorwings on his back did a thumbs up and beeped a greeting.

"My SIC, Elita-1."

"Not to mention his sparkmate," the pink femme added.

"And we have one more member, but she isn't here at the moment. And I believe you know our young ones."

"Hiya," said the pink femme. "I'm Miko, but my real name is Kaosu."

"Isn't that Japanese for 'chaos'?" asked Lisa.

"Yep!"

"Is she always like this?" Terry asked.

"Pretty much," replied Raf. "My real name's Firewall by the way."

Sierra looked up at Jack. "And who are you?" she asked.

"Ultimus Prime," was the answer she got.

"So, why are you here?" asked Terry.

"To protect your world from the Decepticons," Optimus answered.

"The jokers who tried to bump us off yesterday," said Kaosu.

"Okay," said Sierra. "Why are they here?"

"In part, Sierra, because our own planet is uninhabitable. It is ravaged by centuries of civil war."

"How come you are fighting a war?"

"Foremost, for control of our world's supply of Energon, the lifeblood of Autobot and Decepticon alike. At the start, I fought alongside my brother, but during war, ideals become corrupted, and so Megatron lost his way."

"So what does Megatron have to do with any of this?" Terry asked.

"Megatron has not been heard from in some time. But if his return is imminent, as I fear it is, it would be catastrophic."

On the Nemesis, Starscream was looking at another transmission Soundwave was displaying. "This signal is coming from deep space. I hate to waste the Energon-"

Slipstream rolled her eyes.

"-but if you are absolutely certain, then lock on the coordinates and activate the Spacebridge."

In the deepness of space, a huge ring floated. Suddenly, it lit up with energy, forming a blue vortex. Out of the vortex, flew a grey spacecraft that transformed into a terrifying mech with a cannon on his arm. Megatron raised his arms and shouted to the heavens, "DECEPTICONS, I HAVE RETURNED!"

And that's a wrap.

I'm not going to be focusing on this too much, at least not until Season One of Prime 10 is finished.

On this story however, did I do too much? Make too many changes? Could it be better? If so, how? Please review, I depend on those.

-Bibliothekar of the LibraryNexus