Normal Perspective:
In the skies of Earth, the Nemesis flew.
Inside the ship, Dreadwing, Barricade, and Cyclonus were speaking with Megatron about the recent events.
"Forgive me, Lord Megatron. While I do not question the wisdom of our tactical retreat," Dreadwing was saying. "know that I am fully prepared to lead the troops in a counterattack against the Autobots."
"Counterattack?" Megatron asked. "Perhaps you failed to notice Optimus Prime cleave an entire mountain in a single blow. With the Star Saber in his possession, my enemy can obliterate us all with a wave of his hand! I must find a way to tip the balance of power back in our favor!"
"Do we not also possess a powerful relic of the ancients?" Cyclonus asked.
"Indeed." Megatron answered. "The Forge of Solus Prime. But it is useless except in the hand of a Prime."
Megatron then thought for a moment, then a dark idea struck him, and he began to chuckle darkly, as the three mechs glanced at each other, then back to their leader.
"But I might wield that power, if I were to control such a hand!"
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Optimus and Michael found themselves in a voided area, which seemed to be a mix of light and darkness, with a large, familiar figure before them.
Alpha Trion, or at least, how he looked in the realm they were now in.
The two mechs heard Ratchet say something to them, but they didn't reply, for they were too focused on the message to respond.
Then, the ghost-like Alpha Trion spoke.
"I wish that I could meet you under better circumstances, Optimus Prime and Michael Crovan, but I fear that Iacon will not withstand the next Decepticon assault."
"So you speak to us from across the ages..." Optimus said, though Alpha Trion did not respond to this.
"If you are listening to this message, Optimus Prime, then I take solace that you now possess the Star Saber. I am certain that you have deduced how these Cybertronian relics and Decepticon weapons came to be found on such a remote world. Indeed, I transported them there. Not so much to keep them from Decepticon hands, but to ensure that they reach yours. As you may have long suspected, the Covenant of Primus records events of the future as well as the past. My imperfect understanding of its runes affords me a shadowy glimpse of what is to come. The Covenant's pages foretold that you, Optimus Prime, would journey to the small, but significant planet, and there, engage in a crucial chapter in the war against the Decepticons. I know neither the nature of the battle, or its outcome. I only hope that these relics of the ancients will aid the Autobots in your time of need. Of utmost importance, in a few moments, I will launch the last of the relics. The most significant, and most powerful, of them all."
Michael already understood this thanks to his foreknowledge, and waited for the message to end.
But it didn't.
To Michael's shock, Alpha Trion spoke again.
"I also have a message for you, Michael Crovan. I am sure you are wondering how you have come to be in our world, and how you have come to wield the powers you possess. The answer you seek is simple, for it was I who guided you to our world by leaving the Groundbridge remote that you found in the cave in your homeworld.
"Indeed, our Creator and I have been watching you through the window between Multiverses, and have been guiding you throughout your time since the unfortunate accident that caused your family's demise, bringing you to our universe. I am sorry to say that such an accident was unpreventable, but the life you had endured after that was nothing but a test to prove that you were the right choice to save the universe, a test which you had passed. Your values and beliefs are also not misplaced, for while they are your own, they helped to prove all the more reason that you were the right choice."

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Transformers Prime: A New Beginning
Fanfiction17-year-old Michael Crovan, a young teenager with a peculiar set of values and beliefs that he grew up with, runs away from his toxic grandparents, having lost his parents and brother in a tragic accident five years prior. Taking shelter from a stor...