I saw the Transformers movie a few weeks ago, and I loved it. And with the rise of decent movieverse fics, I decided to write my own. Hopefully this will do better than my last attempt at a Transformers fic (seriously, two reviews and less than two hundred hits isn't very encouraging).

And for those who are against the Allspark reformatting Megatron, don't worry. In this fic, Megatron is dead and will stay dead.

I don't own Transformers. That belongs to Hasbro.

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"My name is Optimus Prime, and I send this message out to all surviving Autobots seeking refuge among the stars: We are here... and we are waiting." Optimus Prime sighed as he finished the transmission, and took in his surroundings. He and his fellow Autobots Ratchet, Ironhide and Bumblebee, as well as their new human friends Sam Witwicky and Mikaela Banes, who where currently kissing each other on top of Bumblebee's hood, were standing on a clifftop where Bumblebee said he had taken Sam and Mikaela when the young boy had first bought him. Optimus shifted his optics to the sunset, happy that he had found a new home for his people, but at the same time, worry festered in his spark. Starscream is still out there, he thought, as is Barricade, and whoever else may have snuck onto this planet. We will need to be alert, and keep one sensor always pointed to the heavens, for our allies…and our enemies. He looked down at Sam and Mikaela, who were now simply watching the sunset in each others arms. We have achieved a great victory today, one we never thought possible. Let them have their moment of peace; it would not do to burden them now. Optimus sat down on the ground, and gears cranked and plates shifted as Optimus transformed into his semi truck form and watched the sunset silently with his friends.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Los Angeles, the Decepticon scientist Barricade was in a fouler mood than usual.

"Hold still, Frenzy, before I weld your mandibles shut," he grumbled, delicately holding a welding rod. "On second thought, that wouldn't be such a bad idea." Adding some final adjustments, he set down the tool and stepped back. The five foot tall Decepticon known as Frenzy sat straight up, feelings his face, and particularly the large scar that ran down the right side of it, where his head was bifurcated by his own ricocheting shuriken.

"Fil-fil-filthy humans, I will ri-ri-rip them to little bloody pieces!" the tiny robot chattered, his voice box damaged by the blow. While Frenzy continued to rant about how he would make the humans suffer a slow and painful demise, Barricade tapped into the Decepticon radiowave frequency to contact the only other sentient Decepticon on the planet.

"This is chief science officer Barricade, contacting Wreckage," he said into his communication array. "Do you hear me, Wreckage?"

In a military base somewhere in New Mexico, a uniformed man with a moustache flickered into the driver's seat of an M1126 Stryker Infantry Carrier Vehicle as the Decepticon it was disguising activated.

"This is Wreckage," the Decepticon said in a near whisper. "What is the situation?" Barricade hesitated to respond.

"The situation is, as the…humans," Barricade snarled, saying "human" as if it were the most profane of words, "would say, is FUBAR. Bonecrusher, Blackout and Devastator are all destroyed, Starscream has fled like the coward he is, and our leader Megatron has been vanquished. The Allspark has been lost as well." Wreckage was silent as he processed this disconcerting information, then he responded.

"A coward though Starscream may be, he will still want to crush the Autobots and humans for destroying the Allspark. No doubt he has returned to the Nemesis and is currently flying back to Cybertron to gain new troops. All we have to do is wait for his arrival." Barricade snorted at Wreckage's calm demeanor.

"Can you wait that long, Wreckage?" Barricade asked mockingly. Humorless laughter emerged from the other end of the line.

"Of course I can wait. The question is, Barricade, can you?" Before Barricade could answer, Wreckage severed the connection and went back into stasis, leaving the other Decepticon in a very foul mood, which grew expotentially from Frenzy's chattering.

"SILENCE!" he roared, and Frenzy immediately froze in terror.

Several thousand light years away from Earth, on the planet of Charii-7, the Autobot sharpshooter Arcee was placing explosive charges on a machine referred to by the local Decepticon scientists as the "sun buster", which she had spent Primus knew how many decacycles trying to track down before it was completed, when she heard a distorted transmission over her communication link.

"This is...Prime...all surviving Autobots...stars...We are here...are waiting..." Optimus's voice said over the crackling static, along with specific coordinates to his transmission location. Despite the very dangerous task she was currently doing, Arcee couldn't help but smile. Looks like the old guy did it after all, she thought as she armed the last charge. Setting the timer to ten cycles, she transformed into her Cybertronian cycle mode and revved out of the facility at top speed. Now all she needed to do was get the slag out of there before it blew. And a ship. Definitely needed to find a ship. With transwarp technology. No problem.

Though Starscream would never admit it out loud, especially with someone else in the room, the flying Decepticon had to face a cruel reality.

He shouldn't have left alone.

Managing the giant Decepticon warship known as the DSFC Nemesis on its journey back to Cybertron by himself was beginning to tax his systems, and couldn't wait until he reached his home planet. The first place I'm going when we land is into stasis, Starscream thought bitterly to himself as he adjusted the navigation programs. A nice long recharge cycle will do me good. Finding a time to sit idle, he thought about who he would recruit to bring back to Earth. Soundwave, a good idea, although he'd probably have my head...no wait, Barricade's head for damaging Frenzy while on loan from him. Thundercracker, he could serve useful. Skywarp? His talent is useful, but he's a complete idiot; he can stay. Starscream's mind drifted to one Decepticon who would be particularly angry at Megatron's demise. Starscream ultimately decided to tell him and hope that the angry Decepticon in question would aim his weapons at the Autobots and not at him.

"COOLANT LEAK IN SECTOR DELTA-FOUR," a female mechanical voice sounded, followed by alarms blaring and lights flashing. Starscream sighed as he sat up to slow down the ship and fix the leak. This was going to be a long flight.

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Okay, this set up all the various scenarios that will show up in later chapters.

I hope you enjoyed this prologue.

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