I started writing a TT fanfiction a while back but eventually dropped it to focus more on my Chronicles of Cybertron fanfic. Recently I decided to give it another go and this is how the re-write has been going (Note: Megatrons Escape from the Autobot shuttle uses elements from another fanfiction I read but can't remember where): Transformers: Transtech By: C-Dub End of the Spark Wars: "What... what are you doing?!" Megatron looked shocked at Optimus Primal as he blasted one of the technorganic vines that restricted his left arm. He was teetering over the edge of the skyscraper used for his own thrown, as Primal was using his back thrusters to give him the momentum to push Megatron over into the organic core of the planet below. "Planting the seeds of the future. We must seek balance, Megatron! Not only the balance between the organic and the technological, but the balance between eternal enemies! Between you and I!! Arghhhh!!" Optimus was ready to turn his attention the final vine wrapped around Megatrons right arm. With that this whole war would finally be over, all the sparks Megatron had merged with his own would be free, and the planet would be reformatted into the perfect balance of the organic and technological. Megatron, as if sensing this action grabbed Primal with his free arm to prevent him from destroying the vine. This would not stop Optimus, however, as he used an energy blast which broke through Megatrons fingers and destroyed the final vine. Megatron fell over the edge holding Primal strongly in his grip, but it didn't matter. Primal gave no struggle. "The great transformation awaits, Megatron. Prepare to be reformatted." Megatron screamed, and with the core approaching quickly, Primal closed his eyes, and prepared for impact. Within moments of their impact a bright light shot out from the planet, slowly consuming every bit of its terrain. The planet, fully covered with bright light, shined brighter than any star before finally diminishing. When it was over, Cybertron was forever changed. Primals comrads awoke to the surprise of success. Optimus Primal had not failed them. Over the horizon the rest of the captured Maximals began to run toward them, free at last. Cheetor, looked on. The successor to Primal finally understood that it would be up to him the guide the Maximals in this new life. Days past, and many did not know what to make of the situation. Not only was the planet forever changed but so were they. Majority were trapped in their new found beast modes. Teaching them to transform was becoming difficult. But it didn't matter. Peace had finally consumed the planet. War was no longer a threat. That is until one night, when screams came from many of the young Maximals. Talk of a strange moon approaching. Cheetor and the others looked up in the sky and sure enough something, almost planet shaped was coming. All stood frozen. What was it? Where did it come from? How did it get to Cybertron? Suddenly Cheetor noticed a what resembled horns coming out of one side of the sphere. He may have never seen him in person but he knew whom it was from the old datatracks. "It's Unicron!!" Cheetor yelled as every Maximal ran as fast as they could. They were caught off guard. Very few could transform and those that could were still not fast enough to out run the massive horns that planted themselves into Cybertrons surface. Unicron activated his anti-gravity beam, as bots and chunks of rubble rose up into the mouth of the deity as he consumed it all. Many looked back only to see their brethren being eaten alive. It was a massacre. The planets reformatting left them defenseless. Many continued to run, but it would only be a matter of time before Unicron would swallow the entire planet. Cheetor stopped running to accept the inevitable, watching as he saw Rattrap and Nightscream being sucked into the mouth. "Optimus... we were supposed to be free." Cheetor spoke to himself. When Cheetor himself finally started to rise toward Unicron, a blinding light ensued the entire solar system. A New Beginning (Two Stellar Cycles Earlier): Megatron flew the Maximal ship he'd crashed into to an abandoned Predacon base on Cybertron. No one would ever think to come here. It was the perfect place to set up his plan. Soon he'd be free of the organics that corrupt his system. Within days he had the old base up and running. The captive Maximals were stuck in stasis lock, and he was now ready to remove their sparks. He would need to if he were to create the first of his drone army. He'd already set up a diagnostic drone to ensure everything went according to plan. Using the Maximals alternate modes as a template, he'd set up a few modifications to ensure maximum fire power. Once that was done he had the diagnostic drone oversee the rest until it was powered up. He now turned his attention to virus he had planned to unleash upon Cybertron. Simulating many failures it was proving not an easy task. The further his frustrations it would seem his drone could not find a proper power source for his drones. "What do you mean impossible?!" Megatron was not pleased with his creation. "Please, sir, it's not impossible just improbable with the technology we have available. And even if we were to fully power it we'd need a more advanced A.I. chip. Mine would be illogical to use as a template." Drone hovered fearful near Megatron. "So, then have you any suggestions or are you just a blasted, useless, scrap of junk?!" "I do have one suggestion, sir?" The drone brought up a skimatic on the computer screen. "Ahhh, yesss... brilliant! With this, nothing can stop my ultimate conquest of Cybertron, and eventually, the universe!" Megatron laughed maniacally, but it was halted by a metal clanging sound on the floor, slowly moving toward him. In the darkness a red eye glowed as the clanging footsteps stopped. "Not that it would make a difference!" The snarling voice was one Megatron could never forget and would haunt him for eternity, in the pit. "Noooooo!" Change: "Cheetor! Where are you going?! They went this way!" Cheetor recognized that voice, but how was it possible? "Bigbot?" Cheetor turned expecting to see his old leader standing before him but instead something almost resembling a big rig truck you'd find on Earth. But that wasn't all. Looking around, something had changed. One minute Unicron is consuming the planet Cybertron, but now, he was gone, and Cybertron was back to normal. There was no technorganic in site. What happened? "Cheetor, you gonna sit there doing nothing or are we gonna capture that criminal?!" The truck spoke to him. "Optimus, is that really you?" Cheetor was a bit confused. "Of course it is, Cheetor. What's gotten into you?" A unknown voice came on in their communicators. "Cheetor, Prime, where are you two?! Undermine is getting away!" "Call for reinforcements, something's up with Cheetor. I'll report back soon." Optimus transformed. Cheetor looked stunned. The voice was that of Optimus Primal but the face resembled that of the old Prime, the body similar in design, but more advanced, colored in his old black, red, and grey color scheme. "Cheetor, are you alright? You've never acted this way before. With you we could have caught Undermine already." "That voice called you Prime, and you look like him, but you sound like Bigbot." Cheetor head started to pound trying to understand what was happening. "What are you talking about, Cheetor? You know as soon as we got back the elders advised we recieve new alternate modes. Unlike you and the others, I didn't need to use my old name. But what does that matter? You should already be aware of this. Did you just suddenly get amnesia, or something?" "No, the elders were gone when we got back. Only Megatrons drones. We followed you and you eventually defeated Megatron, reformatting the planet and returning all the captures sparks to their bodies." Cheetor looked around and saw no trees, no grass, or flowers. Just the vast cityscapes of Cybertron. "What has gotten into you Cheetor?! Megatron disappeared without a trace after he escaped off our shuttle. He's probably lost in the void of time and space. There are no captured sparks and the elders are just fine." "No! It was real! It had to have happened! I don't understand this!" Cheetor paniced. It'd been three days since the incident. Cheetor was taken in for psychological evauation. Prime awaited the doctors results with much worry. Cheetor was like a son to him, only to go mad. "Optimus Prime." The doctor called him over. "Well, how is he?" Prime knew it probably wasn't good. "None of this makes any sense. No damage to his processors or datatracks. No tampering. Spark pulse is strong. I have no answers as to why his memory is so scrambled. This is beyond my expertise. My only suggestion is that he be restrained until I can further diagnose his condition." "No! I won't have any of my bots commited. This has got to be temporary. This must be a virus or something!" Optimus was losing his hope. "I can assure you no such harm came to him. And he'll be fine here. Our facilities are the best of Cybertron and my staff can give him the best treatment..." He was interrupted by the sound of loud thudding footsteps. Prime looked over and saw Rhinox running toward him. "Rhinox! What are you doing here?! Why aren't you onboard your vessel with your crew? I thought you had an important mission from the elders." Rhinox had slowed down and stopped in front of them. "We had to return. Somethings wrong with Rattrap." "What happened to him?!" Sounded to Optimus that things were getting worse. "He's been acting strange. He remembers nothing and keeps talking about some reformatting and how I should be dead." "Cheetor spoke of the same thing!" "How is he?!" Rhinox asked. "Not good. The doctor keeps telling me that he hasn't been tampered with but I can't believe it!" "It's the truth. We can find no evidence of foulplay. Whatever these memories are, they weren't planted." The doctor assured them. "He's telling the truth Optimus. Rattrap received the same analysis and I've gotten word that Blackarachnia and Silverbolt are experiencing the samething. There have only been four other cases of this illness but I have no names. It doesn't make any sense. All of them talk of this 'reformatting'. It all seems to have began when we'd recieved this strange transmission moments after we'd left Cybertrons atmosphere. "'Strange transmission'." Optimus looked confused. "Yeah, a message. It read 'They do not lie'. We have no idea where it came from but somehow must be linked to what's happening to our friends." Optimus looked nervous. "Rhinox, delay your mission if you can, and set up a meeting with the elders. I'd like every bot affected to be present so that they may explain to us what's happened." "I'll see what I can do, Optimus." Answers: The great hall of the Citadel just as Cheetor remembered, only devoid of Megatrons ego. The elders were all seated, all looking concerned. It was then the entrance opened as a series of bots entered, some restrained. Those restrained looked paniced and frightened. Cheetor could relate. "Have a seat, all of you." Leo Prime spoke as the restrained bots as well as their escorts sat near him. "You said their were 8. Why do I only count 7?" "My apologies, sir." One of the escorts spoke. "One of the cases is with an exploration crew on a distant flora planet. Their commander has fallen ill with the same symtoms. They believed at first it was something with the organic life on the planet, but that seems unlikely now that these 7 are experiencing the same symtoms. We've set up holo-communication with them." The bot pressed a button as a holo-screen displayed in front of them all. There were 4 holograms of bots, one restrained sitting quietly. Leo Prime spoke again. "Well, now that we have everyone here... sort of... let us determine what happened." All the restained bots were looking at one another, but it seemed only a few knew each other. Cheetor reconized none of them. "Sir, myself and Cheetor had..." Prime pointed towards Cheetor when one of the bots interrupted. "Spots?! Is that you?!" When the bot spoke, Cheetor recognized the voice. "Rattrap! So you remember!" Cheetor smiled exstatically as he said this. "Cheetor, Rattrap! You're both ok!" And their sat Silverbolt happy as ever to see his old comrads. A fembot was seated next to them, and from her expression Cheetor could guess it was Blackarachnia. "All of you stop this instant!" Leo Prime was not happy. "I demand order!" "Chill a nanoklik!" Cheetor interrupted. "I'm guessing among us are Rattrap, Blackarachnia, Silverbolt, Nightscream and myself. I'll also assume you other two are Vehicon generals, probably Obsidian and Strika, seeing as Waspinator is still on Earth, and our distant friend is Bontanica. "Indeed." Botanicas hologram smiled. "Sprouts! I'm glad to see you're OK!" Rattrap could hardly contain his excitement. "As I am glad to see you. I thought I was going mad!" Botanica sighed with relief. "If you ask me, I still think I'm going mad." Came Blackarachnia's voice from the bot seated next to Silverbolt, confirming Cheetors suspicion. "We're not mad! It was real! I know it. I feel it! Bigbot sacrificed himself and Megatron to recreate this planet... and then Unicron came." Cheetor looked down as he reflected on what had occured. "Unicron?" Optimus looked puzzled. "Enough! From this moment foward this meeting will have order. Anymore outbursts from any of you, I'll have you removed." Leo Prime wasn't amused by any of this. "We don't take orders from you. I don't care if you're the high elder or not. Only the boss monkey commands us... or Spots when the big ape is getting all fanatical." Rattrap chuckled to himself. "Enough Rattrap. Listen to Leo Prime." Optimus said softly. While he looked different, Rattrap knew it was Optimus. "...Yes, sir." "Thank you, Optimus. Now would you, as well as Rhinox please explain what happened to them in detail." Leo Prime sat back awaiting their response. "I wouldn't trust the rhino as far as I could throw him." Rattrap muttered. "Rattrap!" Optimus was shocked. "It's OK, Optimus. He's been displaying hostility since this mess started." Rhinox responded calmly. "He's not the only one, traitor!" Silverbolt added. "Traitor? Leo Prime, we'll answer your questions soon, but, now I have to know just what these memories are." Prime turned and looked at Cheetor. "Cheetor, why don't you start?" Over the next few megacycles, all of them explained their sides of the story, and, with only a few mild inconsistencies, it all seemed to match. Megatrons uprising, the abduction of the sparks, the Oracle... all of it. The elders, Optimus, Rhinox, and Botanica's crew were all puzzled. "None of this makes sense. You all have vivid and very similar memories of these events, but, as you can all tell, none of it happened. An undetectable virus is the only answer I can come up with." Leo Prime scratched his head trying to figure it all out. "I have to agree with him. Cheetor, I know you're my freind, regardless of what you may think of me now, but, it's the only answer that can explain any of this. What about you Optimus?" Rhinox looked to his former commander. Optimus sat silent for a few moments, deep in thought, before he responded. "I believe them." "What?!" Leo Prime and Rhinox shouted at the same time as everyone elses jaws dropped, including those restrained. "While, I know, that none of this occured, I believe they all had an experience." Optimus smiled at Cheetor. "How can you believe that?!" Leo Prime asked, bewildered. "Not long before Cheetor started acting this way, he was still youthful. While the Beast Wars robbed him of his childhood, and forced him to grow faster, there was still some youth... and immaturity, I guess you could say, left. That youth is gone now. He's serious, calm, and wise beyond his years. Whatever it was they experienced, it is responsible for all their changes. They are not the same crew I once served with. They are warriors, exhausted mentally, from all the conflict. For that reason, I believe them. All of them." Optimus faced Leo Prime again, sure of himself. "While I respect your faith in them, I think it is merely your loyalty to them, instilled from the Beast Wars. I am not so easily convinced." Leo Prime sat back again. "I require some proof of these, so called, Spark Wars." Cheetor and the rest looked down, minus Obsidian and Strika, clearly not as affected by all of this. The Vehicon generals know they were right, in everything, and didn't need to prove that to anyone. Cheetor thought for a moment and then looked up again. "Hang on! Everything on Cybertron is just as it was before the Beast Wars began. The Beast Wars started over Megatrons insane idea of changing history. He failed, but, with transwarp technology, the time streams can still be altered. After Megatron escaped off of our escape shuttle he claimed he moved through the wormhole back to Cybertron and took over. Obsidian, Strika, you were his most loyal generals. Did he ever reveal to you any location where he started his research on his uprising?" "Like we would ever bother to tell you, filthy Maximal!" Strika responded with disdain. "Strika, there is no need for that. History is not the same as we remember. While I know our quest was the right one, it never happened. And I would like to know what became of that timeline, like the rest of them. Giving up his secrets can't change any of this now. Tell them." Obsidian was calm and stared forward at the elders without so much glancing away. "Are you mad?! They are our enemies. They..." Strike sighed and spoke again softly. "...fine. After he broke free of the shuttle, he crashed into another Maximal exploration shuttled, similar to the Axalon. The crew consisted of three, all of which, after their destruction by our masters hands, were used as templates for the first wave of Vehicon drones. Cycle, tank, and jet. He flew the damaged shuttle quietly back into Cybertrons atmosphere, and set up a base of operations in an abandoned Predacon factory in Cybertropolis. It is there he began developing the virus used to trap you in your beast modes, while designing his army." "How could you know of any of that?! That is classified information!" Leo Prime spoke before he realized what he was saying, giving away that he knew of Megatrons fate. "What?! It's true! Where is Megatron now?!" Optimus had to know what had become of his nemisis. Leo Prime sighed. "He's dead. We found his body in a Predacon factory within Cybertropolis just as Strika said. That does not mean I believe them. Obsidian and Strika could have hacked our mainframe to obtain that information. I require something more solid." "I got it!" Rattrap shouted. "If you've checked our datatracks, you'd know Obsidian, Strika, Nightscream, and Botanica, had never met us before this day. So there is no way we could have conspired with them on any hacking attempt. May I have the power bonds from my arms removed and holo-touch-pad opened?" Leo Prime faced another elder and nodded. "Humor us. Are you going to paint a masterpiece for us?" The other elders chuckled at his remark. "Not a masterpiece in my eyes." The bonds disappeared and a holo-touch-screen opened. "However, as much as I hate it, I'm gonna show you what Megatron was up to." Rattrap moved his finger along the screen as slowly a strange symbol, many of which did not recognize, appeared. Leo Prime sat up, eyes widening. "Your face says it all. You've seen this symbol before." "What is it?" Optimus asked. "Perhaps they can tell us, Optimus Prime. That is the one puzzle we couldn't understand, when we found Megatron." Leo Prime was starting to think, that maybe there is more to this then any of them understand. "This is the Vehicon faction symbol. Obsidian and Strika can confirm that." Everyone stared at the Vehicon generals as they nodded in agreement. "Every drone and general alike was branded with this symbol." Cheetor grinned. Surely, now, everyone must believe them. "Interesting. It would seem, while true, that none of this could be conspiracy, that you seem to know more than even your datatracks are letting on. However, that does not mean we 'believe you'. More proof must be shown." Leo Prime was a stubborn one. "What about the Oracle chamber?" Everyone turned to Rattrap. "It's no longer buried under technorganic plant life. Clearly, it must be in the same location, and from what I can guess, the elders have never been there." "Yes, bring us to this 'Oracle chamber'. Leo Prime said softly, however, it was clearly a demand.