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.

A message-for all creatures out there, years after Earth had accumulated all sorts of alien creatures-was sent into space. Humans had documented these phenomenal Autobots, but this message was for when the Earth had been all but lost to its original species.

Filled with organic life, these creatures known as humans sought power, but they knew not much more power was within their grasp.

This planet was the most dangerous of all planets. Not because of its mortal species, but because what it hid within it-something most of the mortal species did not know, understand, or even realize.

This planet was home to the demigods. A race of half-human, half-god creatures that had unnatural powers. Like Cybertron, this planet had their evils. And it had its good. Its leaders, its power-more deadly than any planet in the many galaxies-was tremendous.

And few were willing to save them.

I, Optimus Prime, and a few others hold regard for this sentient species. They may have their quarrels and their discords…but can any race say that they are different?

If you receive this message and come to Earth in good faith, I welcome you with open arms.

Earth, a planet that looked like a blue pinprick from Venus.

What made this planet so special?

However, if you come to do this planet harm…

The thousands of creatures upon this amazing planet probably wondered the same thing.

…we will not stand idly by.

One of these creatures, a young woman, enters a room. It's filled to the brim with hundreds of other aliens from different worlds. This young woman is special, different from the rest. She was born when the world had been fighting dozens, even hundreds, of wars. Her gleaming black hair stood out from the populous, and she set a cube on the podium, and Optimus Prime's voice filled the room.

We will protect this planet, whether or not it costs us our sparks, and if it is a must, we will fight to the last Autobot.

I am Optimus Prime, and I send this message to any who are willing to listen: Earth is waiting. We are waiting.

The woman lifted her head, her brilliant blue eyes shining out as she plucked the cube from its spot, and take an old worn journal out and began to read.

She began to teach. Optimus Prime had made similar messages on the cube, along with his sparkmate -.

The woman would do that once a week, allow a message to play out. It told a story, in fractured pieces. The journal filled in missing blanks…and it also told a story. Not an entirely happy one, but one that ended more pleasantly than anyone would guess.

"My name," she said, right before she began reading, "will be given to you all at the end of the year. For now, you can call me Miss Witwicky." Then she looked down and began. "'April 28, 2007. My idiot brother didn't wake me up today…"