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October 1985

Datapad: 1003689-VOS

Contents: A History of Vos / Segment 1 / Creation Stories

In the beginning, there was the great winged god Primus, creator of all. For Lightyears he floated through the universe until he grew tired with the never-ending emptiness. Primus then created Cybertron, a planet which was to bethe home of his children.

Primus then created the seekers, the first Cybertronians, in his own image. First amongst the seekers were the Primus-marked, or 'high' seekers, with their gold and silver markings distinguishing them as the leaders of their people. Legends state that as long as at least one of these seekers remain in existence, then the seekers shall continue to exist as a people until Primus calls all his children home.

The Primus-marked…..

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Nitrofire sighed and wiped a hand across her faceplate as she placed the datapad on the arm of her throne. So much of her people's history had been lost, the seekers had been almost completely wiped out in the destruction of Vos.

"Commander Nitrofire"

"Whirlblade report"

"We are picking up a faint signal from a Decepticon starfighter from a small planet known as Earth, how do you wish to proceed?"

"Have we been able establish communication?"

"Negative Commander"

"Very well Whirlblade. Take our ship to where the signal is originating from. We will investigate from there"

"As you wish Commander. Arrival will be in approximately five orbital cycles"

5 Days later- On Nemesis

Megatron surveyed the damage caused to his starfighter from its crash four million years previously. The Decepticons had discovered Nemesis two days prior and after they had yet another spectacular failure against the Autobots, the Decepticons returned to Nemesis to lick their wounds.

With all the Decepticons bar Megatron, Soundwave and the Constructions were in their quarters, Megatron was able to think about the troops he had already lost in the short time the Decepticons had been on Earth. More than half his air force had been permanently offlined in their attempt to return to Cybertron, meaning that the Decepticons had effectively lost much of their advantage over the Autobots. Now he needed to find a way to increase his ranks again. It was enough to give the former gladiator a processor ache. Perhaps it was time to call all retire to his quarters and review his current strategies for universal domination.

"Soundwave"

"Yes Megatron"

"I am going to my quarters and am not to be disturbed under any circumstances. Inform the troops that anyone who disturbes me will be offlined"

"As you command Lord Megatron"

Meanwhile….

Nitrofire fumed, optics flashing and wings twitching in annoyance at the current situation that her forces had found themselves in. That's right, her ship was following the Decepticon signal all the way down to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. Abso-fraggin-loutly brilliant.

Whirlblade, her SIC and Dataforce, the ship's technician both eyed their leader nervously. Usually a pretty easy-going femme in most cases, their leader had the tendency to get rather upset when any damage occurred to their ship. It had been given to her by the former emperor after all.

"Am I correct in assuming Dataforce, that it was you who picked up on the coordinates of the Decepticon starfighter", growled the agitated femme seeker.

"Um….", Dataforce gulped visibly, "yes my lady"

"Then how, pray tell, did you fail to realise that the starship was located under a large body of water?"

"Well…I um…that is to say…."

"ENOUGH", bellowed Nitrofire, "I will accept no more excuses Dataforce. Your incompetence has already caused more than enough damage. You will be assigned to monitor duty for the next deca-cycle (three weeks). Whirlblade, ensure that this command is followed through. Dismissed"

Both Decepticons saluted their commander and exited the command centre, thankful that the punishment was not worse.

Sighing as the doors to the command centre closed behind two of her troops, Nitrofire commed her bodyguards Bombarda and Blockade, both of whom had been assigned to establish a connection with the Decepticon starship and discover its identity.

:Bombarda, report:

:Bombarda reporting Commander:

:Have you been able to establish contact with the starfighter?:

:Negative Commander, however, Blockade has been able to identify the ship as the Nemesis:

:Ah, the Nemesis…..excellent, how do you think we should proceed Bombarda?:

: I say we board the ship Commander and ascertain whether or not there are any active Decepticons on board:

:Excellent Bombarda, ready the troops, we board the ship in a joor. Nitrofire out:

:They shall be ready. Bombarda out: