Hotshot: Here it is, the prologue of the third book. I didn't know what else to do for the prologue so here you go. Not much to say about this so...yeah. Enjoy and make sure to leave a review! It helps.

"We were once a peaceful race of intelligent mechanical beings. But then came the war, between the Autobots who fought for freedom, and the Decepticons who dreamt of tyranny. Over matched and outnumbered, our defeat was all but certain. But in the war's final days, One Autobot ship the battle. It was carrying a secret cargo, which would have changed our planets fate. A desperate mission. Our final hope. A hope, that vanished."

TRANSFORMERS: Dark Side of the Moon
Prologue

NEST Headquarters, Washington DC
One Month Prior to the Chernobyl Mission
2012

Matsuri could hear voices within the darkness that surrounded her.

Only problem was that they were both faint and sounded like there was a filter over them. Although, she did recognize one voice, which was clearer and stronger, as Megatron. The second voice sounded…very aged but that's all she could get from it.

"I will… on… distant planet…. Understand?" Megatron asked a broken question. The fainter voice answered.

"Good. Go."

Then, it became quiet, something that unsettled her immensely. When she had dreams about Megatron's past before, no matter how clear or unclear it was, it would just follow up by another memory or one of her own. She had started to get these…memory-dreams from Megatron sometime last year and she just figured that it was a side effect to the still there bond that she unfortunately shared with him.

"Having fun looking through my memories, little heir?" sneered Megatron's voice and then he was suddenly in front of her, though he was shrunken down to a human height. She could see that the right side of his head was not in good shape and there was rust covering spots along his armor. He had chains crisscrossing over his torso along with what looked like to be a tarp hanging from his neck.

"You…look like shit." She snorted before she realized what he had called her. "Do not call me that!"

"I can't call you fleshling now, can I? Besides, it is the truth, no matter who adopts you…or who your future sparkmate will be."

"…The whole memory sharing thing works both ways." She muttered in realization, making him chuckle deeply.

"Of course. Did you honestly think that it was simply one sided?"

She didn't say anything in response and then, suddenly, he had leaned closer to her, causing her to tense up.

"Tell me, little heir, do you honestly think that you will be ready for anything in the future?"

"Of course, I do! With my family with me, there's nothing I won't be ready for."

Megatron simply chuckled and leaned away from her. "Your optimism is amusing, little heir. I cannot wait to tear it away from you."

Matsuri jolted awake, her breath coming out rather quickly with that last sentence ringing through her mind. She rubbed her eyes with a small sigh before she noticed the thing that covered her were moving and then she was exposed to the night air. She tilted her head up and she could see two points of blue lights regarding her silently.

"What time is it?" she decided to ask before the owner of those lights could say anything.

"Four in the morning." His baritone voice answered, causing the techno-organic to groan. "You woke up from a dream, I am guessing?"

"Yeah." She sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Don't worry about it though, it was just a random and strange dream."

She had never told him about the memory sharing thing since she didn't think it was important. Now though, she probably should tell him.

But she didn't know how to and so she kept it to herself. She could tell that Optimus didn't fully believe her, but he didn't push it, which she was thankful for.

This is one of the times where she wished that they had sparkbond so she could have just send what she was seeing in her dreams to him.

Her thoughts got cut off when she felt her muscle shirt being pushed up before a large, warm metal finger trailed up and down her side, over her ribs, which made her shiver.

"Don't start something you don't tend to finish." She told the other, trying to sound stern and it caused him to chuckle.

"Who said that I'm not going to?" his optics flashed to punctuate his point.

"It's four, entirely too early to interface." She deadpanned before she yelped as a second finger rubbed against her other side. "Optimus!"

A rumbling growl answered her and she knew that she won't be getting any more sleep for the remainder of the morning.