A Dark Shadow

Banished

"Nemesis Prime, you are found guilty of genocide and hereby sentenced to universal exile." said the Senator. "You will be taken into custody and sent to the Realm of Worlds where you will be sent to a parallel universe to roam forever without weapons and means of communicating to this world."

Nemesis growled as he was bound in energon chains, fastened to the multiple guards holding him down. His yellow optics glared into the gazes of the nine Senators, then to the six Primes above them.

"Have you anything to say for yourself?" asked Prima.

Nemesis lowered his helm and said with a chuckle, "May you all rot in the smelting pools of Pit."

Nemesis found his faceplate planted into the floor as a guard stunned his frame for the duration of the trip to the Realm of Worlds. He fell unconscious, seeing the faceplates of his Prime brethren before they all faded into a dark abyss.

...

"Send him to any realm. I do not care where. He is a menace to us."

"And what makes you think he will not be a menace anywhere else?"

"That is besides the problem. Nemesis Prime will be exiled away from us. He has killed too many of our race. If he is killed in a different universe, then so be it."

There was a sigh from the keeper of the Realms. "Alright, Prime."

...

It was unbelievably cold when Nemesis came to. His yellow optics onlined and he found himself staring at the stars; Nemesis gasped, sitting up in alarm. He looked around, finding himself on a barren land. The silver surface gleamed under the lighting of the central star and Nemesis hissed in disdain, shielding his optics from the brightness. That was when he noticed the planet right beside it. Nemesis blinked in confusion. Was that... Cybertron? It couldn't be. He was exiled.

Then it dawned upon him.

This was a different Cybertron in a different universe.

'Figures.' Nemesis thought to himself.

Now he just needed a means of getting there...