Thank you one and all, for having enough faith in me to read the begin of a story I have writen. This story is a product of wanting to continue my "canceled" story Revolution and wanting to create a separate story. With in this story are references to events which would have happened should Revolution had continued. And now with out further delay I present: Transformers Absolution The planet Riggata, a world of peace full of beautiful beaches and lush jungles, it was a world to which a human could best draw similarity with the garden of Eden. It was a world rich in resources, for this reason it was settled by the Grand Cybertronian Council of Worlds and inhabited by Cybertronians or beings of similar worlds. The galaxy was in an unprecedented era of peace under the leadership of Supreme Commander Shooter Convoy, a bot once know as Hot Shot, after the defeat of the ancient evil being known as Vilon Liger. That peace came to a tragic end when a large coffin like object was discovered on Riggataa, curiosity overwhelmed the bots who had discovered the relic and they opened it to find a Cybertronian body y that appeared to have been deceased for millennia. Suddenly the body sprung to life grabbing the nearest bot by the throat and squeezing the neck apart, then punching through the chest cavity and into the spark chamber, and absorbed the poor fool's spark through its hand. The bot raised itself into the air and in a dull monotone voice spoke a single word, "A'guta" an ancient word meaning, "I have arisen". With a swipe if its hand two of the remaining three bots were impaled through their spark chambers with large mechanical tendrils extending from the ancient bot. Within seconds the two were dead, sparks drained from their bodies. One bot managed to escape and made her way to the nearest village alerting the armed gaurds. Beliving her story those in charge ordered imedate evacuation of the planet on seven ships. Only one ship made off world before the planet suddenly just disintegrated, and thats the ship we're on now. A green mech explained as he slowly struggled to survive. This was the captain of the Iron Hope, Ironside. He told his tale to the resuce party that had received his distress beacon from the Axulra. "We came under attack by something that had been following us. I evacuated all non-essential crew members before engaging the entity. We came under heavy fire and I ordered the last of the crew off but..." Ironside trailed off, becoming overwhelmed by emotions. "But they refused to leave. It was that thing from Riggata it-it-it killed them! The same as those damn idots who freed it. I don't know how I survived by I do know that it's somewhere near this ship and will come back for me. You must leave me and escape while you can." "I'm afraid I can't do that captian," stated the captain of the Axulra, Tracer. Looking to her chief medic, who was working on Ironside's wounds asked, "Waker, hurry with the repairs." Waker, with out averting her gaze replied, "Tracer I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker." "Fine," replied Tracer. "Is he at least fit for beam transportation?" "Aye he appears so Captain," replied Waker. "Verry well then," Tracer called the crew of her own ship. "Requesting beam transportation for five, three to bridge and two sick bay." Within seconds the five bots, including Ironside were transported onto the Axulra. Tracer took her seat on her comand chair and command the ship to make way for Cybertron. While Waker began surgery on Ironside, in the hopes of making him at least fit enough to tell the council his stroy and properly warn them. Suddenly the ship was rocked by numerous hits to it's hull, and claw like fingers ripping into the walls of the med bay.