A regular day of mining turns chaotic when an unknown creature somehow found its way into the energon mines. With a sudden disruption, all the miners had no choice but to search for whatever had gotten into mines and almost cause the loss of mined e...
Just a side note, I have used an AI art gen to create the images of the draconic bots that are seen in this story. Only because I am not great with art, even though I am working on 3D art as it is a bit easier for me to do, and I have no extra money to pay an artist for commissions. Just in case readers wanted to know why that is the case.
Prologue Part 2
Before he had received the warning from Oracle River, the chronicler of Tempest, had already planned for extreme measures that might be needed to protect and safeguard the future of their race. Oranos had built a stasis pod specifically for this sparkling as he felt it would be necessary. This stasis pod was unlike other regular stasis pods too. But he knew that they would still need to get the sparkling away from Tempest to ensure that she would be safe. Now that he knew that the Primes have fallen today, time was of the essence. He had no choice but to tell the others in Tempest the news, and he knew none of them would be happy about it.
Walking through the large room containing various bookshelves full of scripts and books, Oranos walked towards the door and they open automatically. The large, white dragon glanced around with his orange optics as the doors open outside to a raised platform overlooking a courtyard in front. His home was a large building built in the mountain behind him. The spirals pointed to the sky were blue with Cybertronian writing embedded into the walls of the building. Snow covered the roof of the building, and Oranos began to let out loud growls and purrs that would be heard through Tempest to get the other dragonic bots to gather in front.
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^^Oranos's appearance^^
As he waited though, he looked up as one of the great warriors dove down from the sky in a panic. His pink optics looked down at Oranos as he angled his body to spread his wings, with a gush of wind and kicking up of snow around him, the dragon landed on both feet in front of Oranos with a respectful bow to the chronicler. "Oranos, I bring disturbing news. I heard your call just now, but something has happened. The waterfall has stopped flowing and the river seems to be drying up." He folded his wings that were light orange in the frame of the wing with light pink mainsail between joints of the wings. "Do you know something, Oranos? Has something you have seen come to pass?"
Oranos smiled calmly at the dragon. "I do know something, Firedrake. Wait until everyone is here. We need not fear what may happen. But, if you can, encourage the others to move faster. Time is of the essence." Firedrake nodded and he let out a loud roar of haste, which created an immediate response as the other draconic bots quickly began to gather. "Thank you, old friend."
Firedrake nodded with a smile. Firedrake, unlike Oranos, stood up on two feet as he was not born as a quadruped draconic bot. His body was solid with faint marks of many cycles of fighting on his body. His horns curved back proudly on the back of his head with the same shade of orange as the frame of his wings. His thick, grey silver armor down the sides of his neck connected to the chest piece across his chest, down his arms and legs. The middle of the neck and down the dragon's stomach were orange. And the spikes down his back and to his tail had tints of pink with orange tips. He wasn't as intimidating as several other warriors of Tempest, but he was a great warrior and had very strong breath abilities.
