Chapter 1

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'The cold, freeze..........How long has it been?.... Where am I?..... The everlasting darkness still locks me away from the blistering light of the universe, so.....when can I come out now?'





The stars were a wondrous and endless expanse. It has its points of adventure, but this adventure turned into a lost cause. Floating aimlessly across unending black, 'I forget...how did I get here?'





My stasis pod floats somewhere in space as I think, thinking. 'When will my savior come? In shining plating or as a roughen scavenging the cosmos. Only Primus knows, well, he needs to make up his mind or I'm gonna die alone.'

'I swear, if someone doesn't come pick me up I'm gonna shred this stasis pod to bits!!!! If only someone hadn't shoved me into this pod, we would've efficiently escaped from the Great Cataclysm before it arrived. Whoever placed me in this cramped can, I'm gonna smelt'em to a wall!!!'

The pod shifted upright, it was entering the atmosphere of a planet well known to Cybertron's travelers during the expansion age of Cybertron. The stasis pod starts burning up engulfing in flames as it builds speed, as entering the clear the pod shakes and glides across the air. Crashing toward the surface, it drags a trail of fallen trees and crumbled pieces of rock and debris. The capsule's door collapses forward as steam empties itself from the massive, shrouded contraption, and stumbling out was a massive metallic creature..a Predacon.

With four legs it wobbled out, dizzy and swaying it walked across the crash site deserting the remains. It had orange as its base and a dark orange-brown for its arms and legs. A light gray lined a path of its side underbelly while inside the line was a yellow-orange. Pipes lining up on its spikes, bright yellow optics with a symbol on its left shoulder signifying its origin. It had the figure of a dragon, with two somewhat horns on its helm, but something about it left it different than many folktales; it had no wings. It found a river and collapsed into the water, not moving again. 'This feels so nice, this sensation is spectacular. The question is, where am I exactly?' It perked its helm up, scanning around at its new and unknown surroundings.


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