Lost One

Lost One

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Prologue

Sunstorm stared at the group of Autobot prisoners huddled in their cells, his optics landed on one in particular and the sense of detachment was slowly being replaced by that otherworldly sense of a being much higher then himself.

Primus made this one different, special. His abilities were like no other Cybertronian that had ever existed before or since. The full extent was neither known nor realized and Megatron wanted him forcibly converted…but Primus himself seemed to have bigger plans and Sunstorm, above all else followed Primus, Megatron‘s wishes were secondary, sometimes even non-existent when Primus himself called.

Megatron and the Decepticons had been necessary to disrupt the stagnant, uncaring caste system on Cybertron and bring about a new age of equality, but power had gone to his head and even though the tyrannical Decepticon lord did not realize it, his usefulness had all but passed in the greater scheme of things.

This one, was not remarkable at first glance, not with the hideous hodgepodge of clashing colors and different parts, as though he’d been carelessly put together by amateurish creators and he had been assigned as a construction bot shortly before the war, with his too large hand and helmet covering his head and his immense strength and reassigned as a shock trooper when war at last broke out, but despite being newer to the world there was an unshakeable calm in his eyes, a wisdom beyond his vorns. This one was far too important to die like some nameless grunt in the trenches.

He didn’t know why, only that he must keep him out of Megatron’s grasp until Primus saw fit to recall him for whatever purpose he’d been chosen for. So it was with quiet resolution that he took the prisoner to an out of the way lab.

Few Decepticons were ever truly forced unless Megatron decided they were too valuable to kill, most were eager to join the cause and throw off the yoke of caste and rank to make something better for themselves. But not this one.

He went to work, carefully reconstructing memory banks to make it seem like he had been stripped of personal memory, masterfully hiding it within encrypted files and heavy scrambled coding. Surely Primus would find a way to make him remember again. He was sure of it, the memory for abilities and basic functions were not touched, the mutable pathways for programming potential were widened, the ability to learn and adapt enhanced, his personality left intact. The new Autobot symbol scoured off and he received a slightly new paint job, not enough to drastically change his appearance, but enough to make him less recognizable, the blue was lighter, nearly greenish, he‘d once heard it called cyan, to cover the royal navy.

He reformatted the helmet to fit over one blue optic, the other replaced with red, he added small amounts of a fast rusting formula here and there to make him appear older and more battered then he was and stripped the white armor off the larger hand to it’s skeletal structure.

When Sunstorm finished with his little “masterpiece” he waited until there was an opportune time to ship him drifting aimlessly in space. When Duo awoke he would be disoriented, amnesiatic and a little stiff and rusty and with Primus’ luck far enough away from Cybertron that he would escape becoming a Decepticon drone.

He would eventually be found by scientists on an island planet called Earth in the year 20XX and accomplish many great feats, while participating in the planet’s 8th Robotic War. For a while he would believe that he was Earth-built, though his spark would tell him otherwise and would finally begin to follow that incomprehensible calling deep within right around the time when the Maverick Wars began. Though he would always be close to monitor that particular atrocity called the Sigma Virus.