Once, there was peace, and in that peace, a sub-faction of Cybertronians called the Combiners. These were Cybertronians who could do as their name suggested: combine into a robot made up of two or more of their kind.

These mechs and femmes were respected and feared; respected because they had a bond that could not be broken, and feared because of their immense power when combined. Alone, they were formidable, but combined they were almost unstoppable.

The most common Combiner teams were the Combiner Duos, or teams of two Cybertronians that could combine. These mechs and femmes could either become parts to the other, or they could combine into one body. But these teams were also very powerful, as one team could wipe out an entire division, or even an army, alone.

Then, the peace began to change. As Cybertron became more civilized, the Combiners became targeted for persecution, and began to go into hiding. Even the Combiner Duos were sought out for such, but unlike the other teams, the Combiner Duos could blend in easier since they were only teams of two.

As time passed, the Combiners were slowly left alone, and as a result, the teams emerged from hiding. Now no longer persecuted, the Combiner teams could now live in peace again. But then, war began to come to Cybertron. Invasion by the Quintessons made Cybertron vulnerable, but with the ability to transform and the Combiner teams’ power, the Quintessons were forced to retreat, leaving Cybertron free from their rule and control. This war gave the Combiners the respect they deserved, and many reveled in it.

For a time, it seemed the Combiners were now at peace at last once more, but then the Council began to assign castes to the inhabitants of Cybertron. This meant that Combiner teams were to be split up, or even modified to no longer be Combiners. To combat this, most Combiner teams went into hiding once more, and thus, they escaped the fate of their fellow Combiners. Eventually, no Combiner teams were left in the open, and as such, the history of the Combiner teams was left to be forgotten.

Combiners continued to be created, but they never met their counterparts. Now nothing more than mere myths, Combiners were considered the greatest teams to ever exist. Cybertronians began to seek out the Combiners, but none were ever found.

Eons passed, and then, when tensions were at an all time high, The Great War broke out. Desperate to get an edge over the Autobots, the Decepticons began to look to the lore of the past, and discovered the tales and myths of the Combiners. Feeling they could use that power, the Combiner project was initiated by Shockwave, a Decepticon scientist. Shockwave was able to replicate the program used to bond Combiner team members to one another, and thus, came about the first artificial Combiner, Menasor.

However, before Menasor, there was a gang with several street mechs, one of which was a young mech named Optronix. How Optronix changed the way the war would go is a tale of many legends, including one big secret he himself never imagined he would possess...

 

Iacon, Cybertron

“Hey, hurry it up, Opty!” A voice shouted as a red and blue mech with silver accents and blue optics sighed. “We gotta split before the fuzz shows up!”

“I know, Motormaster! I’m coming!” Optronix, Opty, yelled back. “Getting the loot is not easy!”

Motormaster, the gang leader, huffed. “Or are you just trying to make sure no civilians are around?” He grumbled. “You’re too soft, you know that, Opty?”

Optronix frowned. “I’m not that soft, am I?”

“Oh, you are.” Motormaster confirmed. “Now let’s buzz out of here!”

The red and blue mech hefted the bag of Energon credits over his shoulder and began to run after the gang leader. The sound of sirens in the distance reached his audios, but Optronix paid it no heed. No one was hurt, so all in all, it seemed like a good solar cycle.

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At their base, the gang members all gathered around the bag of credits, open and exposed to them all. Motormaster and his gang of street thugs all laughed at the amount they had stolen. “Oh, mech, did you see the look on the owner’s face when we robbed him?!” Dragstrip asked with a laugh.

“Yeah! Mech didn’t know what hit him!” Motormaster guffawed. Optronix didn’t feel good about the score though. He just wanted his share so he could go back to his site and creator.

Motormaster looked at Optronix and tossed him a small satchel of the credits. “Think that is enough for your share.”

Optronix caught the satchel and looked at the amount. A frown crossed his facial plating at the amount of credits he had received. It would just barely cover the next three solar cycles. ‘Maybe more if I ration it.’ He thought as he closed up the satchel.

He didn’t even thank Motormaster as he made his way out of the gang hideout. All he needed to do was get back to where he lived without getting caught, and he would be home free for another solar cycle.

However, Optronix’s path would cross with another, leading him down a road many thought impossible for a mech of his standing...

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Sonic Bomber grunted as he made his way down the streets of Iacon. Many merchants from cities like Kaon and Vox were at the open air market, trying to peddle and sell their wares. He paid it no heed, as he didn’t need any of that kind of stuff.

Next to the flying mech, Prowl was looking around for any sort of clues that could help them solve another case of a robbery that had gone down here. Yes, the two mechs were police officers, and they were on a case.

“I’m telling ya, Prowler, there is nothing here!” Sonic Bomber exclaimed for the tenth time that solar cycle. “We followed all leads and came up with empty servos!”

Prowl huffed. "W still need to exhaust this last lead before we call it."

Sonic Bomber groaned. "I don't know why I had to become a beat-cop instead of being allowed to do what I wanted to do in the first place!"

Prowl just sighed as he shook his helm.