WOOHOO For everybody who doesn't know, I'm re-writing the first 7/8 chapters of this story. I realized when I was reading back on my story that my writing capabilities weren't as good then as they are now….. at least I think they weren't… Another reason I'm re-doing these chapters is that I started this story without a plot-line, but now, 12 chapters into the story, I actually have one. So some things don't exactly add up the way I had hoped.

Optimus Prime

With the Allspark gone, we cannot return life to our planet. But fate has yielded its own 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.

I sighed, replaying that message over and over in my processor. It had been a long, agonizing three years since I sent that message hopeful message into space. The day had been excruciatingly long and filled with sorrow and tragedy. It was a painful loss, loosing Jazz, and Bumblebee his legs. And ultimately, the destruction of the Allspark. The past events had paid its toll on all Autobot and Decepticon alike. If there was one thing that both sides had in common, was the love for our home planet. The realization that there was no way of saving our planet came as heavy news to us all.

There was at least one hope, for the Autobots anyways. With the destruction of the cube, came the extinguishing of Megatron. Some of us say that the Allspark being destroyed was worth it, if it meant the death of the Great Decepticon Leader. But not for me. Never for me.

I mourned over the loss of my brother for a long time. Even today I still look back on my memories, where Megatron and I weren't enemies; When we were apart of a loving family. Somewhere deep down, I always believed that I could change him. Take away the useless tyranny in his processor, and replace it with peace, love, harmony. I wanted to make him believe that useless war would gain nothing. Even though my efforts were futile, I promised myself that I would never give up on my little brother. There where many nights when I longed to go back into time, back to when I helped raise Megatron, played with him for hours on end, or rocked him to recharge. That was of course when he was still Megatronus, and I was still Orion Pax.

It was funny to think that I was never meant to be the Prime. I never was. My parents where just like any other transformer on Cybertron. They weren't nobles, but they weren't poor. We got by without difficulty. Mine and Megatron's creators always wanted the best for us, and that's what normally happened. We where both educated and trained in combat. But Megatron always wanted more. I was a simple mech with simple taste, and a thirst for knowledge. I spent my times in the Great Archives, while Megatron spent his time in the Gladitorial rings.

As strange as it sounds, I even found myself a femme who appreciated me for who I was, not how powerful I was. Ariel. A sweet, soft spoken femme who could really rip you a new one. I fell in love with her the moment I laid optics on her. I had planned on bonding with her; I wanted to spend an eternity with her. I even found a best friend named Dion, who didn't care that I was the biggest dork on the face of Cybertron. In fact, I still have no idea why he decided to befriend me. Although Megatron seemed to have different plans for me.

I had known that he had always been jealous of me, but I never thought it would be to the extent of which femme I had chosen to bond with. But when Megatron started climbing higher and higher in ranks, I didn't think it mattered anymore, because I was sure that he was to become the new Prime. I even went to the High Council to see if he could really accomplish what he had been dreaming about ever since he was youngling. Even though he was rejected by a handful of the council members, I was sure he would get the position. That was until a mech with the name of Alpha Trion asked me, the shy bystander only there to support his little brother, what I would do if I was Prime.

It was a surprise to me, and even though Megatron frowned upon me at the question, I obliged the wise looking mech and told me of my dream. I dreamt about a Cybertron free of rebels, and full of peace. He wanted a planet where you could walk the streets of Decagon without being robbed from, or murdered. The High Council was appalled at my speech, and almost immediately appointed me as the new Prime. My brother was full of rage and fury, promising to hunt down the Matrix of Leadership, and take it for himself. That was the day I had to travel to the deepest core of Cybertron, and retrieve the Matrix from the true Spark of Primus. The day my I was transformed from Orion Pax, to Optimus Prime.

The High Council vowed to keep my identity a secret, therefore withholding the information from the rebels and protecting my family. Little did I know that the true threat to my family was my family itself.

I was appalled that they had chosen me to become the new Prime, but honored as well. Not only was I stronger, I was blessed with the collective wisdom of all the past Primes. I was also crushed at the same time. The High Council wouldn't even let me inform Ariel about what had happened, so she was left just to believe that I had disappeared, or was offline. I couldn't even imagine how spark broken she must have been. It wasn't until then that I decided to speak with Megatronus, to see if he had any news about my beloved. When he saw me, he smiled cruelly, holding up the energon covered necklace that I had given Ariel the last day I had seen her. He told me that he was the new leader of the rebels. Of the Decepticons.

That was when the hatred had started to build, but never truly over taking the love for my little brother.

I eventually got used to my life as the Prime. But that hatred was a tiny seed in my spark, waiting to blossom and bloom, but I promised myself I would never let it. The Decepticons where powerful, more powerful than I ever could have imagined, with Megatron always at the lead. So I waited, building my army to defend my home planet from the tyranny and destruction of the Decepticon leader. I recruited plenty of good mechs and femmes. Of course my best friend Dion had wanted to join. He was a trigger-happy moron who had recently renamed himself as 'Ironhide'. Very befitting for him. Of course his equally trigger happy femme Chromia. But there was one recruit that always caught my eye. Elita-One.

It saddened me because she reminded me so much of Ariel. I didn't want to believe that Megatron had killed her, but I knew in my spark that it was true. I found myself growing more towards Elita, and her to me. It was on my one millionth year anniversary as being Prime that I asked her to be my spark mate. I loved her equally as much as I had loved Ariel, but I knew that Elita was my one true mate.

To this day, I still regret leaving her behind on Cybertron to search for the Allspark. My processor told me to make her stay, to protect her. But my spark said the complete opposite. It didn't want to ever me separated from its other half. Me being the slag-headed idiot I am, I left her there anyways.

I wouldn't know what to say to her today if I saw her again. What would she say when she found out that I had failed? I had failed at the single most important mission in the history of Cybertron. Retrieving the one thing that would save the only thing we had left. The Allspark. It was unthinkable that I, the esteemed Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, had failed. Even now, I still don't know if I will ever see Elita again. My team left on the Ark over two million years ago, and I fear that I may have lost her forever.

But much to my dismay, I cannot fight or change the past.

My biggest fear now, along with several other Autobots, is that there are no more femmes left in this universe, that our spark mates are gone forever. Especially Ironhide and I, who would much enjoy knowing if our dear Chromia and Elita were still alive. But with the ever raging war, it is highly unlikely.

On the bright side of all the events, many new Autobots have come to join our ranks on earth, including my second in command, Prowl. Prowl is one of the best tacticians I have ever met, and the Autobots where extremely lucky to have him on our side. There wasn't a mission planned by him yet that had ever failed.

But unfortunately for Ratchet, or as they call him, "The Hatchet", the incorrigible twins Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. I can't even count how many times I've seen them sprinting out of the med bay with wrenches being thrown out after them. It makes me happy to know that there is still some fun left in our younger 'bots. Some of us learned too young the hurt and devastation of war.

We were also privileged with the arrival of Cliffjumper, Bumblebee's mentor and our best scout. I was truly honored to have him with us. Not only was he an amazing soldier, he had an impeccable sense of humor, something that the Autobot base was lacking as of late.

We also recieved the ever speedy Blurr, and my good friend and scientist, Jetfire. As overjoyed as I was, I was still worried that Jetfire may have been our last addition. It was horrifying knowing that us Autobots on earth, could be the last ones in existence. But, there is hope. There is always, hope.

WOOH didn't realize that I would change that much, but I did! Hope you enjoy it :D PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW if you haven't already! :D It means so much to me when people do, and it literally makes me write faster, it's one of my only motivations. Sorry if it's still short, but it is a prologue afterall, and it is almost 3 times longer than when I first wrote it…