The beginning

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"Once, there was Primus, who brought life"

"And once, there was Unicron who took life away"

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Skill, it's what got us where we are. We may not have power, but we have each other. For the most part that counts. "Kaon! Get your fragging pet out of my lab!" Nickel. The medic aboard the ship. "I'm coming don't lose another bolt" Kaon, the blind one.

"Tarn? I think I've might've located the cult leader" Helex. The walking smelter. "It better be the right one this time, that guy has too many lackies!" Tesarus, the scraplet. To my right was Vos, the only one who we could call the little brother of the family. He doesn't speak our language but we can understand him fully. "No we aren't there yet Vos get a hold of yourself!" Helex again.

"Tarn?" Koan said as he leaned over with the pet on his lap. "You've been silent today, what's wrong?"

I couldn't respond. The cult leader. I didn't fear him, I wasn't nervous I've done this hundreds of times. Why can't I get up? "Vos get Nickel, I think there's something wrong with Tarn" Kaon's spark beat elevated by four beats. The attention was on me now. Soon enough the minicon rolled in, checked me over. "Tarn, can you hear me?" Nickel asked with full concern. I did not keep my optics off the screen. I couldn't. My body wouldn't respond. I was..

Paralyzed.

"Helex, help me carry Tarn to the med bay." Nickel commanded, when I was out of shape to lead she was always quick at her wheels. "Tesarus I need you to keep the ship on course"

I felt, servos lift me up, Helex let me lean against him as I was walked off to the med bay. "What's got him on like this?" Helex asked while waving a servo in front of my optics. "He could be in a state of shock, but in not sure from what" Nickel sighed as I was sat on the medical berth. "Tarn, I want you to follow my light"

A bright light was blocking my vision. I followed it, left, right, left, right, up, down.

Why was I like this?

I fear no mech, much less a cult leader. Suddenly I could feel my servo again. "I think it could be a concussion from the last mission" Nickel finally said as there was a bag of ice placed upon my helm.

The splitting head ache went away now. "He could be frozen in fear but I'm not sure yet"she hummed. I finally remembered why I was like this.

Groaning I lifted my servo and rubbed my faceplate. "I...fear...no mech" I finally said. A sigh of relief swept over. "Tarn are you okay? What happened?" Helex asked while helping me to my feet. 

"Oh I don't know Helex" I growled. "Maybe because you pricked me with a tranquilizer!?"

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