Transformers: Primed To Fall

Chapter One

Part One

Prologue

I am Megatronus.

That was the very first thing I knew at the beginning of my creation. My very first notion, the first thought to pass through my mind, the first thing I ever knew. My name. Yet the Megatronus I once was is now dead. That was my title upon my creation at the hands of Primus. The strange things is, I remember little of my creation. There was lightning, blaring sounds, heat, and a strange sensation of floating. All of us experienced it, and to this day, none of us have any understanding of how we were made. We simply came to be, coming into consciousness on the surface of our home planet Cybertron.

After that, memories and thoughts began flooding us, giving us individuality and purpose. I quickly learned who I really was. I found out of some of my powers and abilities, I knew who else was created alongside me, and I knew why I was created -- to work alongside my brethren to defeat the chaotic force of Unicron. But I knew that I was destined for more than just that.

We worked together to do what our creator could not do alone. Primus and Unicron were equal twins, none more powerful than the other. Unicron embodied chaos and destruction, and Primus embodied order and creation. So the latter created thirteen life-forms now known as Cybertronians. We were called the Thirteen Primes, all unequal, full of variety, able to unite and defeat the Chaos-Bringer.

Perhaps I should explain the source of my creation. In the beginning, there were two beings existing in the known universe. Primus and Unicron. Both were gods of unimaginable power who supposedly predated all existence. They fought for control of the universe for unknown eons, but neither could triumph over the other. Whenever the balance of power tipped in favor of one, the other would only grow in might to match it. There was no way out of this archaic conflict, so Primus created life, as Unicron could never do, to accomplish what he himself never could.

First came Prima, the first child of Primus. He was a warrior of light and leadership, entrusted with the Matrix of Leadership and Star Saber. Then came me, the dark twin, the downtrodden and miserable one. After me was Vector Prime, the master of space, time, and interdimensional travel. Next was Alpha Trion, the archivist and strategist, who lived to write and preserve our history.

Then there was Solus Prime. She was beyond greatness, living as our grand artificer and free spirit. She was the only female among us, and the most loved and favored of us Thirteen, myself her closest companion. From the beginning I loved her, and even today, I think of the times when we were together, when I was actually capable of joy. But pondering my past with her only worsens my eternal pain, because of what I did...

Regardless, the next of the Thirteen was Micronus Prime, our catalyst, strategist, and medical aid. Then there was Alchemist Prime, our scientist and elementalist, followed by Nexus Prime, our combiner, thinker, and "Wizard of Forms". I really despise that unusual behemoth Nexus, and as I well know, his feelings have always been mutual. Next was Onyx Prime, the beast warrior and first actual Transformer. Then Amalgamous Prime, our mad shifter and prankster. Quintus Prime came next, another free thinker and experimentalist. After him was the loathsome Liege Maximo, the infamous planner, plotter, and manipulator, as well as my complete bane of happiness. And the last of us was simply named Thirteen, and his purpose was very simple -- to use his own Spark to counteract and defeat that of Unicron's.

After we had built all our weapons, planned all our strategies, trained ourselves in the art of war, and figured out how to defeat Unicron, we commenced in our endeavor. I will never forget the days that we made our stand against that monstrosity of destruction. It was beyond description, the massive scale of Unicron, the evil radiating right off of him, the horror of our battle, the many solar cycles we fought to the death against the Chaos-Bringer. We were nothing compared to him, tiny bugs with puny stingers. Even my own destructive Requiem Blaster, which has quite a story of its own, had little physical effect on him. His darkness overshadowed all of us, seeping into our souls and dragging us into an abyss of despair.