Before time began, there was the Cube. We know not where it comes from, only that it holds the power to create worlds and fill them with life. That is how our race was born. For a time, we lived in harmony. But like all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. And so began the war. A war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death, and the Cube was lost to the far reaches of space. We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it and rebuild our home. Searching every star, every world. And just when all hope seemed lost, message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called... Earth.

Our planet was once a powerful empire, peaceful and just, until we were betrayed by Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. All who defied them were destroyed. And our battle raged on Earth's surface. But in the end, the battle with Megatron ended with his life and the All Spark destroyed.

With the All Spark gone, we cannot return life to our planet. And fate has yielded its reward: a new world to call home. We live among its people now, hiding in plain sight, but watching over them in secret, waiting, protecting. I have witnessed their capacity for courage, and though we are worlds apart, like us, there's more to them than meets the eye. I am Optimus Prime, and I send this message to any surviving Autobots taking refuge among the stars. We are here. We are waiting.

In the far reaches of space, three lone comments headed the cry of their leader. Flames licked at their bodies as they shot through the Milky Way past a large, uninhabitated, planet called Saturn.

"Optimus!" A graveled, tired, voice whispered. "We're coming! Don't give up hope on us, old friend..."

The woods were quiet; peaceful and falling between twilight and dusk. A young woman with tan skin, stood high on a rock, staring out at the setting sun with alarming ice-blue eyes. The wind whipped through her long, raven black, hair, as a sad, angry look, was on her face. Her hands, gloved in black and clenched, rested against her side between her baggy, standard army green, jeans and black tank-top. Her feet were covered in black army boots that made a scratching sound against the rock as she shifted her weight back and forth.

As the sun light began to fade, she closed her eyes and let out a long, sad sigh, before stuffing her gloved hands into her pocket and turning away from the red, blue, and purpilish sky. Jumping down from the large rock, landing with ease and practice, she walked to her old and waiting waiting black, almost gray, dirt bike.

Throwing a leg over the bike, she kicked down on the starter, and revved the engine to life, bring the bike into gear, before bolting out of the woods. Her raven-black hair flying behind her, whipping freely while dirt flew behind her from the dirt and gravel back roads on the outskirts of Tranquility City.

She was flying down the back roads at dangerous speeds, skillfully hitting the sharp turns she came upon. Her eyes were distant and bored, as she dodged around a random car exiting from their house, hopeing she wasn't pelting the vehicle with any rocks. Yawning, she smiled as she spotted an old, worn and rusted, gas station with a broken, flashing and sparking, sign.

Pulling into the gas station, she dismounted her bike after shutting it off, dusting off her pants as she made her way to the entrance, opening the door with a hard yank, seeing as the hinges were rusted and hard to move.

"Kia Hawkins! You little Aufr hrer! What cha doin' here, huh?" A small, almost invisible, smile graced the young woman, Kia Hawkin's, lips as she was pulled into a hug by the older man behind the counter; a German foreigner named Mr. Green.

"Hallo Herr Green," Kia grunted through the hug, before she was released. "Ich bin gekommen, Sie zu kontrollieren. Vergewissernd sich, dass Sie aus Schwierigkeit altem Mann geblieben sind." A twinkle of the eye smile came to the elder mans face as he pat her on the head. He was a tall at the height of 6'7" with withered, tan, skin, peppered, wild looking, hair and a thick handelbar mustache and beard that matched. He was also pretty strong for a man in his sixties almost seventies.

"Ah! You speak to much through the mouth, Kia! Through the chest and lungs, Junge einer!" Mr. Green chuckled, as he walked past her and behind the counter, waving at Kia to go and get her purchasis. Rolling her eyes, she shuffled back to the back were the drinks were, grabbing a bag of Trolli Sour Gummi Worms along the way. Stopping, Kia spotted the bottles of Mountain Dew and grabbed one.

Making her way to the front, she reached in her back pocket and pulled out her Drivers License. "Pack of Marble Ultra Light 100's, please, Mr. Green." She grunted, as the elder man began to check out her iteams. He gave her a sad look, as he reached under the counter and produced an already opened and worn pack of cigarettes. "It's that time of month, is it?" He asked, earning only a nod.

"Yeah. I'm gonna light one for her and place it on her grave. Can't see why she ever liked those things. They smell like fuckin shit!" She chuckled softly, earning a nod from the older male, as she grabbed the pack of cigarettes and stuffed them in her side pocket. "I'll get these back to ya next week or so, Mr. Green. And thanks again for holding 'em for me. Old man hates seein' 'em." She said, stuffing her Drivers License back into her pocket, before turning to the door with her Trolli's and Mountain Dew.

"Drive saftley, Junge einer. And stay out of trouble!" Kia nodded, secretly crossing her hands behind her back, before turning and walking back to her bike, a frown finding its way on her face as she felt the pack of cigarettes in her pocket; her moms last pack before she had died.

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