Transformers Heroes is a new continuity; an homage to the Unicron Trilogy. It does its best to take the Unicron Trilogy's concepts and do them even better! My first series as a Transformer fan was Armada, and my favorite is/was Cybertron. While I have many projects (TF-related), all different and unique in their own ways, instead of following my brain like I do with those, this series will follow my heart. It'll be a celebration of all things Transformers; from Generation 1 to now (with a focus on the Unicron Trilogy era). Season 1 is entitled Awakening. I'm not yet sure yet what exactly my plan for the season is in regards to "Episodes", but we'll see. At the end of each chapter, a new character bio will be posted, which I hope you all will enjoy. Hmm...what's missing...oh yeah, a pitch! "Transformers Heroes follows the adventures of Optimus Prime and his team of Autobots as they battle Megatron and his Decepticons across the galaxy. (Sounds generic, I know, but there's more) In a battle in a secret room of the Iacon Archives, Optimus and Megatron caused a signal to be sent into the galaxy. This signal activated the locator beacons on countless stores of energon and Cybertron relics, as well as reactivated one of the original 13 Primes: Vector Prime! With the planet shutdown already in effect, Optimus uses this opportunity to evacuate the planet while Megatron gets ready to launch for the relics. The race for the relics begins, starting with a planet called Earth." I know, I know, I'm sure you're saying, "Eh, I've seen this" WAIT! Give it a chance, at the very least. Like at least the 1st Episode. And because you were so patient with me, here is the Prologue of Episode 1: "Arrival": Fire blazed around the Autobot Starship Zeta as it entered Earth's atmosphere. Autobots Treadbolt and Hot Shot piloted the ship...or were until their engines blew up. "We're gonna die!" Treadbolt, a gold and bronze Autobot warrior, screamed, as the controls appeared to become nonresponsive. Alarms blared throughout the large cockpit, as steam erupted from various vents. The air became thick and visibility was reduced as smoke and steam flooded in. "Ah, come on, Tread! This is the fun part!" Hot Shot, a light blue Autobot racecar and pilot, laughed as he tightly gripped the controls in a futile attempt to slow their descent in any manner. The starship was a small command ship, barely accommodating for ten Autobots; but for a squad of five, it was comfortable. Orangeish-gold; the metal, though scarred and scorched now, normally gleamed with a shiny finish. Various Autobot markings and symbols adorned the ship, and it was clear that it was a peacetime vehicle, not one built for war. It was made blazingly obvious to the crew of the ship as they held on for their lives as the ship literally tore apart around them. There were grunts behind the Treadbolt and Hot Shot as the other three Autobots on the ship braced themselves. Optimus Prime, the large red-and-blue leader of the Autobots; Vector Prime, a white-and-brown Autobot Ancient, and Red Alert, the white-and-red Autobot medic. Feeling less than comfortable, and wishing he hadn't joined Optimus' crew...Red Alert pulled himself up by a railing running around the command section of the cockpit and shouted, "You have a warped perception of fun, Hot Shot!" Hot Shot laughed nervously in reply, but didn't say anything as he and Treadbolt inputted every command they could think of into the control panel. Treadbolt looked at Hot Shot, "Our engines are locked; but if we can get the wings online we might be able to glide!" "Got it!" Leaning forward, holding on to the command controls with his left hand, Optimus looked at Vector, "Take my hand, Vector Prime!" "I'll be fine, Optimus!" Vector replied, bracing himself between two large metal supports in the corner of the cockpit. Through the viewport in front, all five Autobots had a sharp view of the planet as the ground came ever closer. The green and blue...many colors and looks that the Autobots hadn't seen before. Including large brown and white mountain-shaped things. Wait...mountain-shaped... "Hot Shot...is that a mountain?" Treadbolt asked urgently as he inputted another command in the panel to no avail. Hot Shot's optics widened, "That'd be a yes, pull up! Pull up!" "If I could do that we wouldn't be crashing!" "Try harder!" Hot Shot inputted one final command, that the nav computer accepted. The two pulled the controls back as hard as they could. Slowly the nose of the ship began to tip up again as they headed for two mountains. "Given our current trajectory; our chance of survival is very abysmal!" Red Alert yelled, his visor-style optics allowing him to see through the smoke and steam better than Optimus and Vector could. "I lived through centuries of war while in stasis, and this is how I finally fall...Primus, my creator, I have failed you!" Vector Prime said as the ship creaked and groaned. "Don't lose hope yet, Vector Prime. Hot Shot! Treadbolt! Can you get us out of this? How close are we to the surface of the planet?!" "Depends on the surface!" Treadbolt replied, nearly breaking his controls with the force of pulling them back. "Yeah, if you want hard, rocky, and near-certain death, we'll be landing in about, oh...forty seconds!" Hot Shot added to his partner's cry, trying to lift the mood. Red Alert shook his head, before struggling again to see through the smoke, "Hot Shot! Can you pivot on the z-axis?" "WHAT?!" "Tilt on our side, Hot Shot!" Red Alert explained, no longer able to keep his famous composure. "Hold on to something!" Hot Shot exclaimed as he jerked the controls to the right, twisting the ship onto its side as they got close to the mountains. Vector Prime yelled as he fell from his secure place, no longer able to hold on. Optimus reached out and grabbed his arm, holding tightly to both Vector and the railing as the two hung in the air. Red Alert was not quite as lucky as he lost his grip and fell to the "new" floor, landing hard. With a loud groan and crack, a support from above fell straight down at Red Alert. Trying to get a grip on the surface, Red Alert attempted to move out of the way of the support. Seconds later the other Autobots heard a cry of pain as the support nailed Red Alert's arm, trapping and crushing it. "Red Alert!" Hot Shot cried. Treadbolt shouted, "Stay focused, Hot Shot, we're almost through!" The walls of rock on either side of the ship began closing in around them, scrapping against the damaged and burning ship. "Come on, hold together!" Hot Shot yelled defiantly at the ship. Treadbolt added, for the benefit of the others, as well as himself, "I can see the edge of the opening! We're just about there!" Rocks above and below the ship began clipping the wings. "Sweet Primus!" Treadbolt exclaimed, tearing his harness off and kicking hard away from the chair, just as a large rock tore apart the left (now top) side of the ship. If Treadbolt had stayed, there would only be half of him there now. He fell toward the back, but was able to grab onto the railing near Optimus, who quickly shifted his body to slow Treadbolt's momentum, allowing him to hold on. The ship flew out of the mountain barely making it a hundred meters before the Autobots heard something they really didn't want to. The sound of the engines exploding. A massive fireball exploded around the now-exposed ship, mostly in the back areas of the ship. Just a few flames were seen by the Autobots. Very briefly however. Without engines...and only one wing (torn to shreds of metal at that) remaining, the ship began an instant nosedive and spin to the surface a short distance below. "Hold on!" Hot Shot screamed to the others as the ground came up very fast. Hot Shot pulled his arms to his chest and covered his head as the ship impacted with the hard forest below.