Optimus and his Autobots are patrol in the Antarctic when they come across a cybertronian spaceship. Thinking there might be Autobots inside, they go in. But what they find is not an autobot, but a predacon. Optimus decides to take him back to base...
"He's awaking up!" Raf told the others after noticing the twitching body.
"Mhm." The moan came from the Predacon. He was waking up. The Autobots walked over to him. His eyes slowly opened. It revealed two azure eyes. "Where ...?" His eyes shifted to the insignias on the bots. "What kinds of predacons are you all?"
"You are in our base," Optimus told him. "And we are not predacons," he began, "we are a different kind of cybertronian."
"Why is my body a little stiff?" the Predacon asked as he sat up.
"You were trapped in ice," Bulkhead answered.
"Yeah," Smokescreen started, "and it must've been before the Great Cataclysm."
"What's the Great Cataclysm?"
They didn't answer.
"What's wrong?"
"It's when a massive meteor shower hit Cybertron during the Predacon Era," Optimus answered. "You're the only survivor, because you weren't on our home planet."
"No. No! I can't be! I still have to show Hiver-"
"The Great Cataclysm was trillions of centuries ago, Bumblebee," Arcee told him.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!" Bumblebee demanded.
"I found out when I found this." Arcee walked over to the table, grabbed something off, walked back over to the berth, and handed him it.
"How...?" Bumblebee asked aloud. "How could this happen?!" He clutched at it to his chest.
"You may be the only survivor of the Great Cataclysm," Ratchet started. "But you're not alone."
"What are you talking about?" Bumblebee asked.
"Predaking," Ratchet answered. "He was cloned with the fossils of your race back on Cybertron."
"Then he doesn't deserve the title," Bumblebee said with spat.
"Because you're the king," Arcee stated.
"One of them," Bumblebee corrected. They looked at him in confusion. "I wasn't the only king during the Predacon Era."
"What are you talking about?" Jack asked. "Are there different ranked kings, or something?"
"Humans?" Bumblebee exhaled. He saw the kids after looking. "Children?" Looked Jack the longest. "You remind me of a human I knew."
"Not sure if that's a compliment." Jack glanced over at Miko and Raf. "I'm Jack, by the way," he introduced himself. "This is Miko and Raf."
"Nice to meet you," Bumblebee smiled. "Who are the rest of you anyway?"
"I, am Optimus Prime," Optimus told him. "These are my fellow autobots: Arcee, Bulkhead, Smokescreen, and our medic Ratchet." He gestured his hand to each of them.
"I'm still curious on what you meant," Miko started. Still trying to hide something. "When you said you're not the only king."
Bumblebee sighs, swings his legs over the berth's side, and begins to explain, "When my race was flourishing, there were many kings and queens. But they weren't in charge of all Predacons. We kept waring on each other and breaking alliances. In other words, we hated each other. And I mean hated each other. We were like that for countless generations. Until they showed up."
"They?" Ratchet questioned.
"Who's they?" Bulkhead asked.
"They were a group who were corrupted by Unicron. They called themselves, 'The Herald of Unicron."
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"They just showed up out of nowhere and started slaughtering. Everyone tried fight them, but even the strongest predacons fell. When we joined forces and begin to work together. Before long ... the followers of Unicron were killed and up in the Anti-Allspark."
"There's an Anti-Allspark?" Smokescreen echoed.
"Yes," Bumblebee answered. "It's like Tartarus, but for us."
"Tartarus?" Optimus echoed.
"Optimus," Jack called out. "Tartarus is Greek's mythical place where bad humans go when they die."
"I see," Optimus said. "Continue."
"After we got rid of them, everyone didn't wanted to go back to the way things were. We wanted someone who could rule all of us, but at the same time, we didn't know who would be the best choice. So, we turned to Primus for help."
"What did he do?" Smokescreen asked.
"He made a special predacon race." Bumblebee paused for a sec. "We called them Mystics. They had every type of power and ability of every predacon race. They couldn't age, or be killed. Only Primus had that kind of power to make them. There are ... were ... nineteen of them. They ruled us for as long as I can remember. Stopping conflicts, keeping hatred down, and making sure everyone was treated fairly. Every King and Queen wouldn't betray their trust. They kept us safe and united. They would host meetings for all the rulers once a year to talk over problems the others were having."
"What about you?" Arcee asked all of a sudden. Bumblebee looked at her. "What predacon race did you rule?"
"I used to rule the Energy Predas."
"Energy?"
"We can't be harmed by anything energy related. Like electricity for example." Bumblebee looked downward. "At least .... we used to."
