The Dinobot of Team prime

The beginning

Deep Space, Aboard the Autobot prison ship: The Alchemor:

A human sized orange colored mini-con named Fixit hummed to himself as he checked the controls on the bridge of the Alchemor. While being the only one to watch over a ship full of stasis-locked prisoners could be dull at times, the little Cybertronian still took pride in his job. After all, it was a big ship and there was no telling when something would go –

CRASH!

"By the Allspark!" Fixit cried as the Alchemor bucked wildly. Straining to straighten himself on his wheel-bound legs, the warden of the ship managed to get to the main viewing screen to see what just hit them. Reading the diagnostics that flashed in Cybertronian language, Fixit's blue eyes widened in panic as he saw that the Alchemor had somehow steered itself right into and asteroid belt! Typing commands as fast as his servos could manage, Fixit set the ship in the safest possible path to avoid further collisions.

After nearly an hour of frantic piloting, the Autobot managed to get the large ship out of danger. Giving a sigh of relief at avoiding a potential disaster, Fixit then wheeled himself down to the region of the Alchemor to assess the damage that may have been done to the hull. Fortunately, there were decompression doors along every hallway so there was no danger of him getting sucked out into space. Upon arrival to the crash site, Fixit was greeted to a sizable tear in the metal between two stasis pods. The damage was bad, but not reparable, probably a cycles worth of maintenance for him.

"Well, let's get to clerk-perk-work!" he said cheerfully, stuttering over his faulty wiring. Unbeknown to the mini-con, the site where the tear was once held a stasis cell for one of the prisoners. Now, the pod was drifting through space, heading to parts unknown and would not be seen or heard from for several years.

Earth, Jasper Nevada, Autobot Base:

"Optimus! My scanners have picked up an approaching Cybertronian signal, and it's headed straight for Earth!" a red and white mech named Ratchet called out to his leader and friend in their hidden base.

Optimus Prime, a tall and almost regal looking red and blue Cybertronian walked over to where the base's main computer was. Across the screen, red flashing words in Cybertronian showed the trajectory and speed of an object several hundred miles above Earth's atmosphere. With his usual serious demeanor, Optimus turned to Ratchet and asked, "Is there any indication on what it is?"

Ratchet looked at the readings for a moment before speaking. "It appears to be moving too slowly to be an active ship, and besides the residual readings of Cybertronian technology I cannot determine much else. My best guess is that whatever it is was drifting through space before being caught in Earth's gravitational field. The odds that it was able to make it to this precise planet like that are nothing short of astronomical."

Optimus narrowed his optics as he looked at the screen before asking, "Are there any life signs detected?"

Looking closely at the readings, Ratchet said slowly, "I...cannot say. Not for certain, anyway. There is too much magnetic interference from the atmosphere to properly gauge from this distance. It looks like there might be, but if there are any such signs they are highly diluted. Perhaps if there are any beings on the object they are either in stasis or critically injured?"

Optimus nodded his head before turning towards the door. He ordered as he left, "Keep an eye on where the object will land, old friend, and prepare a ground bridge for near that location. I'm going to get the others and brief them on what's happening. Most likely the Decepticons have also noticed the signal and are preparing to meet the object as well. Whether the object is from the Autobots or the Decepticons, I cannot risk Starscream getting ahold of whatever it is first."