Lockout: A Transformers Story

Chapter 1: War for Cybertron

{Hello to everyone, I hope you all enjoy the chapter. A lot of work went into this one!! -Lock}

Cybertron, an ancient metal planet with life forms of its own. Before the beginning, there was Primus and Unicron. One of creation and life, the other of destruction and chaos. For eons, the brothers battled, the balance of power between them changing. Primus seeked aid to change the fate for his brother, therefore, creating the thirteen original primes to help him defeat Unicron. With power of good casting Unicron out and into an exile.

The Primes were considered gods, or demigods to Cybertron. They aided the planet and its civilians with many great things, many amazing things. The power of a Prime was a trust you had to earn, something you had to fight for to become. You had to be chosen. Chosen by Primus...

During this time, Primus became the very core of our planet, Cybertron. Which created life through a place we call, the Well of the Allsparks.

Unicron was never to be heard from again.

Upon defeating Unicron, two of the 13 Primes had fallen desperately in love, a forbidden love. Solus Prime, the beautiful Prime of creation, and Megatronus, the feared Prime of destruction.

In their love for each other, they had two children, sparklings, who were kept a secret from the world. Their existence never heard of. The eldest child, a mech, named after Megatronus. The youngest, a femme, named Lockout.

As most heard the stories, Megatronus had fallen down a path of darkness, guided by Unicron, even in the exile of the god. However, in his burning hatred, his fuel for power, he killed Solus, who had stood in his way. The fallen Prime had quickly come to the same fate as Unicron, exiled, never to be heard from again.

Before the war for Cybertron, there was Orion Pax and Megatron. Orion, learned more about Cybertron's past, working as a clerk in the halls of Iacon. The mech grew concerned about any corruption between Cybertronians and the return of Unicron.

Orion had become inspired by a gladiator, Megatron. Megatron vowed to challenge Cybertron's leadership and demanded that all Cybertronians be led by someone who could think for them, someone who knew right from wrong. However, they did not see Megatron's words as good intention. Deep down, however, Megatron was fighting for his sister. Fighting so no one could ever bypass law and order, fighting so his sister could live a good life.

Orion began to correspond with Megatron, who became a mentor to him. They thought of each other as close friends, Megatron left the arena of the gladiators for political, before long, appearing before the high council's leadership.

Megatron began to give his vision. This was the place where he began to show his true colors. He wanted force and demanded to be named the next prime, demanding that order needed to be made on Cybertron.

Orion did not believe in violence as a mean to achieve justice. The council was moved by the young mech's words, and they finally had found someone worthy of being named the next prime.

That honor could only be earned by retrieving the legendary Matrix of Leadership, however.

Megatron had then cut all ties with Orion and the Council, enraged, and came to wage war on all those who opposed him, through his growing army of followers, which he named the Decepticons. He vowed to claim the Matrix for himself.

In time, war consumed Cybertron, poisoning the planet to its core. Orion journeyed to the plant's core, through the well of the allsparks, hoping to reverse the ill effects, only to find himself before Primus.

That day, Primus bestowed the Matrix to Orion, naming him as the new prime, giving him the title, Optimus Prime, the last of the primes. He took leadership of his followers, the Autobots.

But for what the two leaders do not know, is that one Cybertronian was already bestowed with power and strength, even more than that of both Primus and Unicron. Even she did not know of this, which tells us next, who is she?

As many Eons passed, the war for Cybertron began to end, the death of Cybertron becoming eminent, the once beautiful planet lifeless and aflame. However, the battle never seemed to cease, even as our planet bled.

Blades clashed, blaster fire raining and killing those in path, Autobot or Decepticon. The corpses that littered our home-world only reminded me that the end wasn't near, whether we continued on our planet or elsewhere. My spark ached as I glanced up at the dark, smoke-filled skies, no comfort to death. To the allspark's approach.

My throat grew dry, smoke choking at my ventilation systems. Exhaustion pulled at my frame, trying to drag me down to the dirt as my injuries screamed. As I stood, I wasn't met with any aid, but the feeling of an Autobot's arm wrapping around my waist.

"Shit-"

I thrashed against him, trying to break free from the hold. My spark pounded, harshly. Life or Death. Always life or death in this fucking war.

Lifting my leg, I slammed my heel hard into the knee of my captor, allowing me freedom. I turned, reaching for my blaster which was farther from me than I thought, maybe by 100 feet.

"Bastard!" He lashed out, his blue optics dark with anger.

"Aww, can't just attack the Decepticon Princess and get away with it. You're such a fucking baby!"

I dodged his next few attacks, they were weak, just as most Autobot warriors were. The autobots were never built for war, never fought like they meant it. That was until he landed a blow to my chest, cracking the armor.

"Ngh-"

"Who's the one laughing now?"

I snarled at the mech, pulling out my dagger and pouncing on him, quickly sending the blade through his throat as energon sprayed, watching him choke to death. "Autobot pest..." I breathed out, getting to my feet and pulling my dagger from his neck cabling. My golden optics focusing now to the Decepticons approaching me as the autobots fled.

"Princess." Barricade.

" 'Cade."

"Fuck.. you're bleeding, we should get you back to base-"

"I'll be fine, but I agree about getting back to the Decepticon base, Megatron has a plan, I know it. With energon supply so low, it's getting difficult for this war to continue.."

"I know... I know."

"Please do not worry about me. You worry too often... I am not worth your concern. Not anymore."

A nearby Decepticon groundbridge opening caught my attention, exhaustion settling in my frame. Barricade wrapped an arm around my waist, helping me walk.

" 'Cade-"

"Let me take you to base, I'll get you a drink. Violet High Grade?"

"Please. Thank you.." I breathed leaning a little against the Decepticon enforcer. Even though our relationship we had didn't work out... he still treated me with such respect and care. Care I did not deserve.

However, I was distracted. Too distracted to notice that the battle had not fully ceased until a shot pierced my shoulder. "Shit!" I cursed, gold orbs flashing with pain.

"Lockout-" *Barricade snarled out, trying to get me to move, but I couldn't. Our optics met, and in that moment, I pushed my body from his, pulling my blaster from my hip and fought back.

"Go!" My voice hitched as I yelled out. "I'll be right behind you!"

Just as the mech forced his feet to move, another shot hit me, the wound in my thigh began to bleed, but I did not cease the battle.

Another shot...

"Ah-"

And I was down... my audios ringing, the alarms for my systems screaming at me. I could not get up. I could not fight. I couldn't breathe... my golden optics closed, feeling an aching need to sleep.

I felt a warm body lift me into their arms, I did not know if I was met with friend or foe... because after that, everything became dark.