Archive of Our Own ^beta

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I stir from a deep recharge, one I had not thought I would ever return from. My frame remains in the exact place where I recall it last. Though online, I feel weakened in my current state.

One of my young sparks has returned once again. His once nervous but determined energy, replaced by that of sorrow. Though his determination never did leave him. He is tired, such as I am.

He informs me of what has transpired since our last meeting. The war. Cybertron. It is in a terrible state. This explains why I feel as such.

Any new sparks, and those that remain, would be more than capable of rebuilding what they knew of. Though it is clear that I will require help in this endeavour. I know who I wish to send, but her spirit is not here; and I am just barely able to sense it. As if to stretch out my hand and have my digits brush, but unable to grasp. I can call but I am not heard. She must be sent for.

I entrust three of my oldest sparks to do so. They agree and are willing to do what they must. Though perhaps I do not ask them to do an easy task, they do not hesitate. I release them back to the surface once again. A second chance for them, with the hope of returning a fourth.

Retrieve the forge. Retrieve Solus.

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The three Primes that had been granted to return, quietly watched over their home as it was being repaired. The damage was extensive. The home they once knew was not only gone, but torn asunder. Their last memories of home being that of a young and bright planet. So full of potential and hope.

Though the rebuild efforts that were currently underway were slow moving, there were some deeper wounds that they could not fix.

Micronus, small enough that he could get around unseen, had been keeping tabs on things. A bot who was a problem solver at spark, he wanted to figure out a way to help. Even without the forge, he hated to sit idly by when he believed he could help.

The three current Primes had, amongst themselves, decided that they did not wish to jump in to take Optimus’ place as a leader. Believing that Cybertron needed rest from Prime leadership. Perhaps in the future contributing, making their experiences and knowledge available.

“Onyx,” Micronus spoke, catching the others' attention. “Do you think maybe Amalgamous has found anything?”

“Hmm,” he hummed in thought. Onyx had been using the tryptich mask on and off for ideas, while in moments of rest had been gazing off at the landscape. Despite the ruined state of the planet, the star still rose just the same. It warmed his plating; casting their shadows far behind them. “They have been gone for longer than usual. I am sure they have something.”

As he had finished his statement, the two Primes caught a glimpse of movement in the distance. Amalgamous, when they had first left, had rolled away as they had so enjoyed doing. Though this time they looked to be running, six footed, carrying a bot with them.

Micronus, placing a servo to his brow to block the star's light from his optic, attempted to see who it was they had with them. Onyx squinted, while also extending his right wing out above Micronus. Believing it would help to block the glare.

Amalgamous, with their passenger in tow, took a running leap over a patch of boulders. Halting their stride on the landing, causing the bot to tumble forward off of their back. Performing a less than graceful somersault as a result.

Onyx, tucking his wing against his side, got to his pedes to join Micronus in checking on the two. Amalgamous in their typical fashion had excitedly taken shape as a cyber wolf, and was happily pointing their snout at the bot.

“You guys are going to love who I picked up! I couldn't believe my optic when I found him.” They said, prancing around, still pointing at the bot as he gained his composure from the fall.

“Alchemist?!” Micronus exclaimed, his disbelief but happiness to see him could not be understated. “Where have you been?!”

Using Amalgamous’ snout to lift himself up off the surface, Alchemist dusted himself off. Superficial scuffs never hurt a bot. He chuckled, happy to see the few of his brethren alive and well. “Surviving the war! Not an easy task.” He explained, “Primus set you free from the well I assume?”

“Yes,” Onyx confirmed, nodding his helm, “the damage done to our home and to our creator is not what can be handled by the new sparks. We need to find Solus.”

“Did our creator return her as well?” Alchemist asked, concerned that she had been and he had been none the wiser.

“That’s the issue, our creator can’t!” Amalgamous exclaimed, “We need to find the forge and return it to the well.”

“A part of Solus still exists with the forge.” Micronus added, “our creator cannot reach her.”

“The forge?” Alchemist asked, finding that he may be of help in the search. “Trion used to keep the forge and other artifacts back before the war in the hall of records. If anything, there may be a lot of useful information there.”

“That sounds like our best bet.” Micronus said, now turning to speak to Amalgamous. “Mind if I take this one?”

“Of course,” Amalgamous chirped, taking a moment to stretch their frame. “I don’t know how A3 ever kept his files set up. You’d have way better luck with that than I would in that regard.”

Micronus turned to face Alchemist, happy to see him, “Could you lead to the hall of records?”

“Only if I don’t have to be taken by Amalgamous this time” Alchemist half joked. Sure it had been decently fast travel, but was not a comfortable ride. And all had witnessed the rough landing. Amalgamous only snorted at his fellow Prime in a response.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine on our own. Since we’re looking for information, this will be a slow time evolution.” Micronus assured. He was going to search the place up and down if he had to. Alpha Trion had never been one to get rid of anything that could be deemed even slightly important. He just hoped that nothing that they might be looking for was destroyed or taken already.

Micronus, now turning his helm to look up at Onyx before their departure, “Hopefully we find something. I’ll keep you posted.”

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The hall of records had been a central hub before the war. Once a place that had been frequented by scholars and those alike, now a ruined mess. Micronus found himself amazed at the sheer size of the place. In awe of just how much information Trion had to store to justify such a place.

Alchemist followed behind him, having stopped to gaze at the place when they first arrived. He remembered when it had once been new. Trion had been so proud of the place; talking non stop about how he planned to layout everything. Preserving Cybertrons history. Alchemist had often come here to visit his last remaining brethren. Though once the fighting had reached the hall of records doorstep, and Trion had been lost, he had lost the will to face it alone. Having used Maccadams as a way to keep his mind off things, as well as to keep him physically away.

“Good thing this isn’t a rushed search. This,” Micronus said as he placed a servo on one hip, while gesturing to the hall with the other, “could take a bit.”

“You don’t say!” Alchemist chuckled, he had known just how big the place was, “Thankfully, I was made very familiar with how Trion organised much of the place. Anything concerning ourselves, or even relics were kept under much higher security.”

Entering into the hall, Micronus weaved back and forth around rubble and fallen items. Kicking up dust as he went, only to wave a servo to attempt to clear it from in front of his faceplate. “With the state of this place I doubt it stayed organized.” He commented.

“No harm in trying.” Alchemist responded, shrugging his shoulder plating as they continued forward. A small feeling of dread pulled at him as he worried if anything were to remain at all. There was no doubt in his processor that had their artifacts been gained access to, they most certainly would have been plundered. He did not speak about these worries aloud. As he was certain Micronus was also acutely aware of the real possibility that they may find nothing. Instead, he motioned his helm in the right direction that was the clearest of debris. “This way. I’ll show you where he likely kept things.”

Micronus followed as best he could. His quickened pace was not quite enough to keep up through the rubble. Opting to use his levitation for ease of access. He tried to remain hopeful; despite the darkness that enveloped the hall of record. The further that they traversed inward, the fewer blaster fire holes there were for daylight to shine through. The two illuminated their lights. The darkened passageways leading them to what, at one point, had been a moving platform to take bots to the lower archive levels. The platform itself, though out of their view, was likely a broken and crumpled mess at the bottom of the empty shaft.

The two had shone lights down to get an idea of how far it was. The only solution, and best one, was for Micronus to share his abilities. Enough to slowly lower them down to the bottom. A move that they had used before in these cases. Despite having been a lifetime since then, it came naturally. Micronus landing on Alchemist shoulder plating, and Alchemist hoping off the edge without a second thought.

The hallway at the bottom of the shaft was all but in pristine condition. Were it not for the clear signs that each and every doorway had been forcibly opened; one might think Trion could still be archiving away in peace.

“You take left, I’ll take right?” Micronus asked, lifting up from where he had been perched.

“Sounds like a plan.” Alchemist nodded in agreement.

The two split off to cover more ground. Though both found little more than evidence that things had been stored here. Their search paths met them back up in the room at the end of the corridor. While the other rooms looked to have been forcefully pried open, this one had been blown open. The once thick sliding doors, now jagged and curled inwards.

“These doors were made for security.” Micronus noted, investigating the etchings and locking mechanisms. “Whoever came in here made it look like light work.”

Alchemist did not respond. His optics locked on the other side of the room. Micronus, noticing his Brethrens lack of response, looked at the other. Trying to decipher what was happening. He turned. Looking in the direction that Alchemist was, only to also be unable to look away.

“Oh.” Micronus spoke, his voice hollow. A single utterance to show that he saw and understood. Across the room, lay their brother. He had clearly come here. The furthest and safest place he could, to prevent weapons and tools from falling into the wrong hands. Only to have his life taken in the process. Micronus pried his gaze away, not wishing to see Trion like that. Alchemist however continued to look on.

“I should have been here.” Alchemist spoke, his voice sad and plagued with guilt.

“Don’t say that!” Micronus scolded sharply, looking at Alchemist with a stern expression. “What has happened is done. You cannot blame yourself.”

For a moment Alchemist was silent, his thoughts racing as he finally found the ability to look away. Meeting Micronus’ gaze. “Then what do we do?” Alchemist asked.

“We keep looking.” Micronus answered, placing a servo against Alchemist's pede to comfort his brother. He glanced around the room, coming up with a plan of action. “While nothing is left here, if we can get one of these consoles working we might be able to find information.”

“Right,” Alchemist agreed, pulling himself together as best he could. “But we take him back to the well when we leave.”

He wasn’t asking, he was telling. Under no circumstance would he allow their brother's body to remain abandoned. Tossed to the side as if immediately forgotten. Micronus though not verbally responding nodded his helm in agreement. It was only right.

The two set to work on figuring out if the main console in the room could even be used. The screen had been shattered beyond repair. Though by luck, were able to locate another screen in better condition. It wouldn’t be a pretty set up, but it would have to work.

Micronus steadily gave the system enough power to boot up. The unit hummed to life for the first time in megacycles. The screen flickered slightly, but continued to emit a soft glow.

“Alright, let's hack into this thing.” Micronus said, cracking his digits confidently. The main screen prompted for a password. Looking at it for a moment, Micronus typed into the text box. The system unlocked, to both of their surprise. “Millions of cycles and he’s really using the same fraggin’ password.”

“You know as well as I do…” Alchemist said, his sentence trailing off.

“Bot of habit.” Micronus added, “Though, if I’m honest, I was expecting to have to bypass it.”

Scrolling through the large list of files, they tried to look for anything that seemed to jump out at them. With a bit of back and forth, the two Primes were finally able to decipher that all items had been moved rather than pillaged. Alchemist gave a sigh of relief, while Micronus audibly groaned.

“At least we know they aren’t stolen.” Alchemist said, attempting to ease his brother's worries.

“Yeah. But now we have to track down where the forge was sent.” Micronus pointed out, less than pleased with what was another loose end. “None of the items shipped off world are labeled as to what’s what. He opened a couple files to compare information as Alchemist watched him work.

“Wait, how do you know it’s all off world?”Alchemist questioned.

“The coordinates all go to the same planet.” Micronus explained, his concentration unfazed. “All item coordinates are encrypted with our language. Smart that A3 would do that. Makes it easy for us to figure out.”

“Heh, maybe for you and the others.” Alchemist commented, rubbing the back of his helm a bit embarrassed having to admit it, “Sadly my ancient Cybertronion is rusty. Haven’t had to speak it in a good while.”

“Well,” Micronus said as he saved a few sets of coordinates for the group to use, “We can work on it on the way back. Besides…” He trailed off looking back to their fallen brethren. “We have a funeral to hold.”

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They returned to the others with their newfound intel. Once outside of the hall of records, they had Called ahead to not surprise them with news of their brothers passing. They had all known that Trion had likely succumbed to the ravages of the war. Though they had not been prepared for recovery of his sparks vessel. Holding a quiet, private funeral for him before returning his body to the well.

Gathered around, their somber moment had ended when Amalgamous spoke, lightly joking that this had ‘probably been the longest Trion had ever physically been outside of a Library’. Alchemist elbowed him for the inappropriate joke. Onyx couldn’t stop himself from snorting, quickly holding up his clawed servos up in front of him as if in surrender. Fully expecting the same elbow. Micronus just barely managed to keep himself composed. They all for certain knew how Trion himself would have scolded them. It felt comforting even then to just be siblings together.

When all was said and done, they returned to where they had been meeting. Speaking about the coordinates that had been retrieved from the archives. A plan needed to be made on what to do.

“These coordinates are far.” Onyx rumbled, inspecting the star map that Alchemist had provided. It had not previously occurred to them that their own navigational information would be outdated, and required updating. In comparison this new map was huge. Spanning much further than Onyx had ever seen. He wondered if he had ever seen any of these places with the mask. “Alchemist, have you ever been that far?”

“I haven’t, myself.” Alchemist responded,he too looked over the coordinates. “Though I have met plenty of bots that have been back and forth between here and there. Bridge may be the best bet to travel.”

“By bridge?” Micronus questioned, curious as to what his brother was referring to.

“Space bridge,” Alchemist specified, happy to pass on this information to Micronus specifically. “Good for long range travel, with or without a ship. I bet that sounds familiar doesn’t it?”

“Sick!” Micronus exclaimed, bouncing up into the air excitedly. Alchemist had been correct. Micronus did recall a similar idea that Solus had once had. An idea he had worked on a bit with her. And though not here physically, he couldn’t help but feel that this was her doing to help them.

“I wouldn’t get too excited yet.” Onyx spoke, closing out of the star map as he looked between his brethren. “I wish to use the mask to get a better idea of what is in store for us there.”

“That’s a good idea!” Amalgamous piped up, having been laying atop a rock, soaking in the warmth of their planet’s star. Idly listening to the other three Primes on the matter. “Because I for one, do not want to be jumping into some magic portal wormhole to go anywhere for no reason. Plus,” They added, their servos crossed in front of them. “I also don’t want to be going to an organic planet without knowing anything about them. That’s just asking for trouble!”

“It’s not a ‘magic portal’,” Micronus huffed, ready to dump everything he knew about the technological concepts in one giant tangent. “Its-”

“Can it, Nerd.” Amalgamous cut him off, their servos still crossed while a third servo shot straight out from the middle of their frame as if to physically stop him. Amalgamous had learned long ago how to avoid the long science lectures. “I haven’t had mass displacement trauma yet, and I don’t plan on it now.”

“That’s enough of that.” Alchemist spoke sternly, placing his servos on his hips, “There’s no need for the bickering.” He turned to Onyx, who had been patiently listening to Amalgamous’ concerns despite the tone. “I still have things to handle at the bar. Do let me know when you know more.”

Onyx nodded in silent agreement. He hoped there would be good news to pass on in the next couple solar cycles. So long as the bickering did not continue, he would be able to focus.

The triptych mask yielded to him the ability to view places on this new planet. One thing became certain. The life there was intelligent, and there was a lot of it. Though not necessarily of danger to them.

In the time he watched the beings that inhabited the planet, he chose to focus on those within close proximity to the few Cybertronians who were also residing there. Honing in on a small knit group that commonly interacted with their own kind. He wondered what speaking to one of these organic creatures would be like.

With this information in servo he first spoke with Alchemist. Who, in his time still running the bar, had also been trying to scope out information from those who had been there before. Much of the information lining up with what Onyx had seen for himself. He felt confident in his newfound knowledge, and felt it time to inform the other two Primes.

Seeing Onyx return from the quiet corner he had kept himself in, Micronus and Amalgamous perked up. Hopeful for good news.

“Bad news first.” Amalgamous said, not even flinching when Micronus smacked them.

"These beings that some Cybertronians keep close to. Small, fragile. Not like us." Onyx explained, shaking his helm. He could only imagine such a being getting under hoof. He, himself, would most certainly not notice should that happen.

Micronus, trying to imagine them, probed, "How small are we talking? Smaller than me?”

"Very much so.” Onyx confirmed, “Organic life. Intelligent life, but still very primitive compared to what we as Cybertronians know."

"If they are that small of organic beings, our mere presence will probably scare them." Amalgamous chimed in, "Why not just talk to the bots who are there already? Forget about meeting organics altogether.”

Onyx, ruffling his wings, metallic feathers chiming together before settling. “There are already a small few who know of and are acclimated to our kind. So we would have to meet them no matter what. I believe the bots there would be more trusting of us and our intentions, should we be on good standing with the organics.”

To that Micronus nodded, agreeing and mentally preparing himself for how that meeting could go. Though he was now very interested to see those smaller than himself.

“Though I must say we will need to be closer. On their own planet. Not that speaking through the mask will not work itself, but being in person may help our cause." Onyx explained, “Besides, the coordinates lead to that planet. If it is still there we should be there to retrieve it.”

Amalgamous audibly groaning at the thought. Not that they did not wish to go. But the previous organic planets the group of Primes had visited, had not been their favourite due to the organic environments themselves.

"Oh shush," Micronus scolded, "I hardly think it will be that bad considering we'll be the largest beings there. Besides, if there are already Cybertronians living there actively, it might even be good."

"Micronus is correct." Onyx agreed, nodding his helm, "Though I do worry that size may make it difficult to be concealed for myself. I am less worried for yourselves."

"If we get closer to the planet I can sort out a good spot to touch down. Find a spot a bit further away from the organic population." Micronus offered as he hopped up from his spot.

“I will search for a more hidden place for myself with the mask, and we can coordinate the two.” Onyx added, glad that a plan was now coming together. And finally being on track to find the Forge. “Prepare to leave for the nearest bridge in the next few cycles.”

“I’ll let Alchemist know.” Amalgamous added, scrambling to their pedes. “He’ll want to know that we’re headed out.”

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Alchemist chose to stay on Cybertron and continue to keep an optic on things. It was after all, what he had been doing all along. The three other Primes left Cybertron only two cycles later. The space bridge just off of Luna 1 had been one of the first to be restored for returning Cybertronians, and had been the one that Alchemist had directed them to. Micronus had marvelled on about it endlessly, despite Amalgamous’ continued disinterest.

The three, once through the bridge, landed on the organic planet's moon. Amalgamous doing a once over to ensure they were still in one piece. Shifting their frame a few times to make sure everything felt good. While still not trusting of the technology, they were pleased that their frame was still fine.

“So that’s it, huh?” Micronus asked, sitting atop Onyx’s shoulder plating as he took in the view. “What’s the name of it again?”

“Alchemist has told me it is ‘Earth’.” Onyx answered, taking a moment to lift one of his hooved pedes. Noticing the difference in gravity on this moon, as well as the soft dusty regolith of the moon's surface. Their weight leaving noticeable prints in their path. “I suggest we not stay on their moon long. Micronus, are you ready?”

Micronus, creating a forcefield around them, answered back, “One crash landing coming up.”

Micronus, having done some prior calculations, managed to land them safely. Initially they had planned to land in the nearby ocean. That was until the fact that it was incredibly salty became known. Rather opting for a thick forested area. The brush softened the landing, though it created an obvious scar in the Earth.

They left the landing site under the cover of darkness. Making track for their planned spot to settle in before any wandering eyes could possibly track them. Onyx having made the other two Primes aware of just how many creatures resided here. Though some were not of concern, there was no doubt some would be curious to see what had seemingly fallen from the sky.

They settled in a large cavern, big enough to comfortably fit all three. Amalgamous curling up into a flowy gelatinous form, a gentle glow emitted from them. Micronus sitting atop his glowing brother.

Onyx settled himself down onto the cool rock surface, his hooved pedes tucked beneath him. He set to work. Triptych mask on, he delved in, choosing which of these creatures to speak with.

One in particular had piqued his interest. When he had briefly glanced at some of their memories, he had seen that they had been entrusted by another Prime. He was unfamiliar with Optimus; but any Cybertronian given the title of Prime by Primus was one that he felt confident trusting. And for a Prime to then entrust an organic with the key to Vector Sigma. Well, it wasn’t something he had ever imagined. Perhaps this being would be the best place to start.

“I believe I have a good candidate to contact.” Onyx spoke as he looked through the triptych mask. “And they are recharging at this moment.”

“Perfect timing.” Micronus spoke, laying back onto Amalgamous. His small frame sinking into the other softened form.

Jack had been spending a lot of his time at the Autobot base as of recently. After the group had left to return to Cybertron, it felt wrong to leave Ratchet by himself.

When not at the base; school and work had been taking up more of his time. Especially school as he had quickly been closing in on graduating. The extra work had left him more tired than usual. And June urged him to go to bed earlier than to stay up late. This evening however he couldn’t be able to argue with that.

Once he had arrived home for the evening, and upon laying his head down on the pillow he was out. He wasn’t usually one to dream, or even remember them when he did. But unknown to him, something was about to change that.

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It was nearing the end of the school day. As class wound down excruciatingly slow, and the other students became just as restless as he, Jack glanced towards the classroom windows. He could see Bee waiting, in his typical spot along the sidewalk, shaded by trees. While Jack didn’t spot Arcee, he chalked it up to her being out on a mission.

As the teacher was currently focused on grading papers, Jack took the opportunity to discreetly text Raf.

-It looks like no Rc today but I can see B is here for pickup-

As the text was sent, an incoming text popped up on his phone. Not a response from Raf like he would have expected. This text appeared to be from an unknown number. He looked at the area code for a moment. 669, not local to them. San Jose? He had a friend live out that way but it wasn’t their number.

-I wish to speak with you.-

It was an odd message. These spam text messages really seemed to be getting out of hand. Or perhaps someone out that way had a wrong number? He didn’t dwell on the thought. Deleting the message without responding.

The bell rang out, and Jack quickly gathered his things. Tossing what books and notes he’d need for later in his backpack. Walking through the halls and swarms of other kids, he knew he would get out of school before Raf would. Their final classes of the day being on opposite sides of the school; Raf having the longer walk.

As Jack approached Bumblebee he saw Raf wasn’t with him yet. He glanced back briefly to see if he was behind him, not seeing him there. Bee opened his driver side door, and Jack hopped in before greeting him so as not to look suspicious around the other kids. The door closed behind him.

“Hey Bee, Raf should only be a few minutes. You want me to text him?” He asked, swinging his backpack over his shoulder and in the rear seat.

“No need.” An unfamiliar, deeper voice responded. The doors locked shut as his words were spoken.

Jack froze. That wasn’t Bee who responded to him, or at least he didn’t think it was. Could Cybertronians change their voice so drastically? He had only just gotten his voice back. Jack’s mind scrambled to come up with some kind of reasonable explanation. He attempted to stay as calm as possible, despite that he was locked in who knows whose vehicle mode.

“You’re not Bumblebee, are you?” Jack asked, hoping and praying that he had been mistaken and that it was him. He wished that he had the option to run if the answer was a no.

“No, I am not. You are ‘Jackson’,” they spoke, pausing after saying his name, "Do I have that correct?”

“I go by Jack, actually.” he responded, his tone instinctively defensive. Why did they know his name? “What do you want from me? Are you a Con?”

“I am no Decepticon.” The voice responded in its gruff but slightly irritated tone. He couldn’t blame the human for asking. Though he disliked being associated with such a group. “My brethren and I have existed since long before Cybertron split into factions. I know you have been informed of me, though not by designation.”

“That’s…pretty cryptic. I'm not gonna lie.” Jack commented, now curious as to how old a Cybertronian would have to be to predate the war. “So you’re saying the bots, or the Cons know of you?”

“Some may know of my brethren and I as mere myth. Stories to be told, but not believed. We, however, are very real.” The voice responded, continuing to explain. “I look into your dreams, and I have looked into your memories. I believed it was time you knew of our presence.”

“Wait…wait.” Jack said, processing what had just been said to him. “You…look into dreams? …Am I dreaming? Right now?” He pointed down to refer to the current moment he was in with this entity.

“I am capable of doing more than just looking into dreams.” The voice chuckled, “I understand it is difficult to believe. Here, I will show you.”

In what seemed to only be a split second, Jack found himself standing on a bright, yet very open Cybertron. Much of the surface being an open area, the metal shined the light of their star far as it was setting on the horizon. Not the ruined cityscape that Jack had once seen. He wondered if this was the home she had wished he had seen.

“This…This isn’t how I remember Cybertron, personally.” Jack commented, doing a 360 degree turn. Taking in his surroundings, enamoured by the views.

“I am showing you my memory of early Cybertron.” The voice explained. Jack turned again to try and figure out where it was coming from, but the voice couldn’t be tracked. “I sense you will come out of your recharge very soon. You will hear from me again, youngling.”

“Wait! You never told me your name!” Jack called, still looking around. His gaze caught a silhouette on the planet's horizon, large and winged. Not quite like any other Cybertronian he had seen.

“Ask them of me, and they will know.”

—-

Jack sprang awake, sitting upright in his bed trying to catch his breath. He then scrambled to find his phone, lifting his pillows and tossing his blanket. When he had fallen asleep he had completely forgotten to plug it in, and thus it flung onto the floor with the blanket. Picking it up, he found that it was still only 0326 in the morning.

His room, still dark. The only light being from the moon outside and the phone in his hand. Switching off his phone he sat for a moment, thinking about what he thought he had just seen. He was sure it had all just been a wild dream, but there was a pit in his stomach. It felt too real.

He plugged his phone in and placed his phone face down on his bedside table. The voice had said it looked into dreams. So it couldn't just have been his that they had seen. Maybe Ratchet would know what he was talking about? Maybe he would know the name? It wouldn’t hurt to ask once he got to base.

He gathered his blanket back on his bed and laid back down once again. Hopeful that this time he would have a sound sleep. Without what he could only deem to be a confusing nightmare.

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The next day had been mostly uneventful, having gone its usual rhythm. Despite this, Jack had been unable to shake the uneasy feeling after the previous night. He hoped that they hadn’t lied to him about not being a Decepticon. But for a bot to have been around prior to factions? He was pretty certain that must make them older than even Ratchet.

The drive from school to the base was a quiet one. He missed all the bots being around like they had before. Though he was always glad to see the few that would pop in from time to time. As well as Ratchet, who had continued much of his work Earthside. Jack figured he would be the best to ask. After all, Ratchet had shared some of Cybertron's legends with them before. He had to know something.

Entering the cracked open hanger door, he rested his bike off to the side. Removing his helmet and hanging it off the handlebars for later. He approached the stairs leading up to the main platform, backpack slung over one shoulder. Ratchet, consumed in a project, continued to type away at his console. Unfazed by Jack's entry.

“Hey Ratchet, you have a sec?” Jack asked as he ascended the stairs

“Mm, I may be able to spare a moment.” He answered, optics still glued to the console screen, “Something with school?”

“Ehh, not really school related.” Jack answered. At the top of the platform he set down his bag, intending to get to studying after speaking with him. “I had a weird dream that I wanted to run by you.”

“Jack, I am hardly an expert on dreams, let alone human ones.” Ratchet spoke, shaking his helm. Finally removing his attention from his work to turn and face Jack. “But I can say that they are not viable for augury of future events.”

“Heh, yeah I know. But this one was about a Cybertronian, no one that I know of though…It felt way too real to be a dream.” he paused momentarily, recalling what he could remember of the experience. “They showed me Cybertron, but it wasn’t like what I’ve seen.”

Ratchet, though skeptical, listened to what Jack had said. Questions quickly being raised in his processor. “Hm, what did it look like?”

“Honestly, it looked like it was brand new. No buildings, no war.” Jack explained, trailing off for a moment. The image of it was clear in his memory. He wondered if that was the bots doing as well, making sure that he wouldn’t forget it. “This bot — They mentioned that they were around long before factions. Them and their brethren as they said.”

“That is…fascinating.” Ratchet spoke, thinking back to what knowledge he had. There could be a few possible answers, but he would need more details to know for sure. “What else can you recall from it?”

“Uhm, that they are known by many as myth. I couldn’t see them fully, but they looked to have wings more like a bird?” Jack answered, leaning against the guard rail that encompassed the platform he stood on. “It made me think of Predaking a bit due to the size, but definitely wasn’t him.”

“Jack,” Ratchet said, his voice taking on a more serious tone, “based on the details you mention there are very few who fit. Though based on the early Cybertron timeframe, and having a beast form, you may have spoken with Ony Prime.”

“Wait, would that be… one of the original Thirteen Primes?” Jack asked, recalling that Ratchet had spoken about them at one point very briefly. “You’ve mentioned them before. Didn’t they fight Unicron?”

“Yes, according to the legends they did. And Onyx Prime is one of them, and is said to use an artifact known as the Triptych mask. From what I am aware, the mask has the ability to allow him sight of other times, places and beings.” Ratchet explained, “The common legend being that Onyx Prime took the mask with him when rejoining the allspark.”

“Rejoin the allspark? So he…died?” Jack asked, now wondering if he was communing from beyond the grave. And why with him of all people. “But if he took the artifact with him, it couldn’t be anyone else right?”

“It could be a possibility that with the restoration of the well, that Primus regranted his lifeforce.” Ratchet explained, keeping his contempt under wraps that Primus wouldn’t return Optimus to them. Though there may be a reason for it, he would always wish him back. “Even if the mask were available to any other Cybertronians, being a Prime artifact similar to the Star Saber and the Forge, only that of a Prime would have the ability to use it.”

“So there’s a real possibility that this is the real deal.” Jack thought of the possibility of another Prime aside from Optimus. He had over time become so accustomed to it only being Optimus that another felt odd. He looked to Ratchet in this moment for guidance, not knowing what to do next. “What do we do?”

“I believe the only thing you can do now is speak with him again.” Ratchet advised, turning to again go back to work on his console. “A Prime of that standing does not reach out for no reason.”

“I’m not really sure how to talk to him again.” Jack admitted. It had been so out of nowhere the first time. And how would one even summon a Prime?

“You did say this was a dream originally?” Ratchet confirmed, “So he may reach out again in a similar fashion.”

A few days had gone by since his conversation with Ratchet about Onyx Prime. And yet Onyx had yet to make a second appearance. He thought about what Ratchet had said. Each time his eyelids felt heavy, or he lay in bed at night, the thought crossed his mind. He wondered if there was a way he could induce a lucid dream.

He had again brought some homework with him to work on while at the base. Miko had this time also come by the base. Now sitting on one end of the couch, was transfixed on her game while he read through his textbook. The chapters he had been given as homework made for incredibly dry reading material. He couldn’t even imagine who wrote the entire thing.

A few pages in and his eyes began to close. The textbook lay open, resting against his chest. The rhythmic sound of the video game lulled him to sleep. An afternoon nap never hurt anyone.

—-

“Jack, I have returned.” Onyx spoke, standing behind Jack within the hanger. Jack jumped up from his seat, spinning around to face Onyx. Frantically looking around, only to find that neither Miko, Raf or even Ratchet were present.

“Okay so this is a dream.” He confirmed, pointing down and then pointing to Onyx. “And you’re Onyx Prime.”

“You learn quickly,” Onyx chuckled, “I am Onyx. I do apologize for not introducing myself before. You wake quickly”

“I asked Ratchet. He thought it might be you.” Jack explained, still on edge from the sudden arrival. He thought for a moment, looking at Onyx who appeared much too large to comfortably fit in the hanger. His wings tucked against his sides, seated upon the floor of the hanger yet still tall enough to clearly see the entire upper platform. “Why do you only show yourself like this?”

“Your world is not made for those like myself. It is made for humans. Small, fragile.” Onyx explained, using a single clawed digit to press down on the metal guard rail that fenced the platform Jack stood on. The metal twisting and crushing with ease under his light touch. “And unlike the Cybertronians you have come to know, I do not have a vehicular mode to disguise myself.”

Jack watched as the guard rail was crushed, “Ratchet won’t be too happy you did that.”

“No worries young one, you can not destroy what you cannot actually touch.” Onyx laughed again, waving his servo to dismiss his concern. “It will be fine when you come out of your recharge. But before that, I have come to ask for a meeting.”

Jack was relieved he wouldn’t have to explain any property damage to Ratchet, or Fowler for that matter. “Aren’t we meeting now? Or you mean an in person meeting.”

“Yes, in the metal. Or perhaps in the flesh.” Onyx corrected, “I do understand if there is hesitation.”

He was correct. Jack did have some hesitation. This was a large beast looking bot who could infiltrate dreams. Sure he was a Prime like Optimus. And that did kind of help his case. But no way he was going into this kind of thing alone.

“Only if I can bring some of the bots with me.” Jack said, thinking that would likely be the safest route.

“I will allow it.” Onyx answered, happy to agree to his terms. “Ah yes, I will have to send you coordinates.”

“Will the coordinates still exist when I wake up?” Jack asked, not sure if he would be able to remember a string of numbers subconsciously. Or if another dream text message would even take to his phone.

Onyx chuckled, amused by his question. “I will have them sent to your friend Ratchet. “I can ensure they will indeed exist.”

“Okay, I’ll hold you to that.” Jack responded.

“Until we meet again!’ Onyx said as he raised a servo in farewell.

—

Immediately after having said that, Jack awoke back on the couch. Sitting up quickly to look around once again. He wished it wouldn’t be so jarring coming out of dreams with Onyx. Miko was still transfixed on her game, and Ratchet worked away in his usual spot. Jack glanced over at the guardrail of the platform. Still intact as Onyx had said it would be. Did all Primes have crazy powers like that? Could Optimus ever do something like that? He’s sure it would have come up if he could.

“Hey Ratchet?” He called over, placing his homework book on the coffee table in front of him. “It happened again.”

“What happened?” Miko asked, not yet peeling her eyes away from the screen

“What did he say?” Ratchet asked, immediately pausing his work to speak with Jack. He had been waiting to find out more, and had taken some spare time to read what little he had on the Thirteen in the meantime.

“He wants to meet in person.” Jack answered, “He said he’ll send coordinates.”

Now Miko’s curiosity had peaked. She paused the game, a typically impossible task for her, to look at Jack on the other end of the couch. “What are you two talking about? Who wants to meet?”

“Onyx Prime.” Ratchet answered

“Wait! Another Prime?! I thought there was only Optimus?” Miko exclaimed, throwing questions out left and right, “When were you going to give me the tea, Jack?!”

“Do you recall the story of the Thirteen Primes? Ratchet asked her, hoping to jog her memory before jumping into an explanation. “It would stand to reason that with the restoration of Cybertron's core, and the well of Allsparks, that Primus may have granted previous Primes life again.”

“I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure, sorry.” Jack apologised, as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Aaaand how is this ‘Onyx’ talking to you?” Miko asked, as she was certain he had just fallen asleep while reading a textbook on the couch.

“Through dreams, so far.” Jack answered, knowing that Miko was not going to believe that even one bit.

Sure enough, she stared at him for a moment. Her look of excitement dulled to that of unimpressed. Looking back over at Ratchet, and pointing at Jack with a thumb she asked, “Are you sure Jack’s not just going crazy? I mean, this sounds like a namahage.”

“A boogeyman?” Jack asked, as he remembered the term that Miko was referring to.

“That’s the one.” She confirmed, snapping her fingers.

“Though some Primes may look the part, they are no boogeymen.” Ratchet assured, now mentally preparing and planning on the next steps. “Their powers and skill sets may be part of the reason for that.”

“Right.” Miko acknowledged, still not quite believing what the two were saying. “And what does Onyx look like? She asked Jack, pushing for more details as she hoped for something cool.

“Big,” Jack gestured, “and…I guess kind of bird like?”

“Oh come on Jack, I need more deets than that!” Miko whined, displeased with his very short description.

“Onyx Prime was — is a beastformer, in a similar fashion to the Predacons.” Ratchet added, recalling what he knew from his studies and depictions of the thirteen. “But as Jack said, he would compare more closely to your birds.”

“He has claws,” Jack chimed in, hoping to satiate Miko’s curiosity. “And he has four eyes.”

“So a giant, four eyed, Cybertronian, bird of prey wants to meet you for some unknown reason.” She reiterated bluntly. “I hope you know I’m going with. I wanna see this guy!”

“Whatever it is that he wants to meet about, this will be highly professional.” Ratchet urged, turning back to his work console, “I will send for a few from the team to return briefly for this very reason.”

“Please tell me you’re calling Bulkhead! Wait, I gotta know. Are all Primes like Optimus? Is Onyx super serious?” Miko asked, her focus bouncing and curiosity peaked. These were answers to questions she didn’t think she would ever have answered.

“I mean, he is serious.” Jack answered, “But he did laugh so maybe not as much?”

“A Prime that can laugh! Can you believe that Ratchet?” Miko asked, as she leaned over the back of the couch.

“All Primes are different, Miko. In my time I have seen a few ‘Primes’ and each is their own bot.” Ratchet reiterated, “Much of the seriousness is due the responsibility that comes with the title. The original Thirteen would be no exception.”

At that moment a pinging sound came from the main console. Ratchet's attention caught, optics narrowed as he read over the coordinates that had come in. Some wording attached to it, however not anything Ratchet could understand. It dawned on him that perhaps Onyx did not know how to write common Cybertronian. Using only the ancient Cybertronian he knew.

He input the coordinates to gather an idea of where they would be going. It was remote, though it did make sense. There were tunnel systems to hide from human view. Ratchet opened up communications, sending a ping out to Bumblebee as he was currently leading the efforts on Cybertron.

‘Bumblebee, it’s Ratchet. I have a very urgent request.’

‘Ratchet, good to hear from you!”- Bumblebee's voice came through clearly, ‘what can I help with?’-

“Can you spare a few from the team to come back to Earth briefly?” Ratchet asked, “We have a- peculiar meeting that I would prefer not to send in the humans alone for.”

-“Wait, have new bots shown up there?”- Bumblebee asked, a stroke of confusion in his voice as he tried to mentally deduce what could make it so peculiar. Or why the humans would be the ones meeting alone.

Ratchet glanced over at Jack, who was paying attention to the conversation. Miko was still hanging over the back of the couch, fingers crossed hoping for Bulkhead to be one of the bots to come back for a visit.

“This meeting will be to confirm a bot that has shown up.I have received coordinates, though I ask for a presence for professional reasons.” Ratchet explained,”I don’t mean to alarm anyone, but this bot claims to be Onyx Prime and I am fairly certain it is.”

There was a silence over comms for a moment. Though Ratchet wasn’t surprised by that. He’d give it a minute. It was hard to believe.

-“What? How? When?!”- came Bumblebee’s response.

“I will be able to explain more upon arrival.” Ratchet assured, not wanting to go too in depth over comms. “He has spoken with Jack, and wishes to meet as soon as we are able.”

-“Unfortuntly, I’m not available but I’m sure Smokescreen would love to go. He knows more about the Primes than anyone I know.”- Bumblebee answered, saddened that he himself wasn’t able to go this time. He wanted to go visit Raf when possible. “I’ll confirm with Arcee and Bulkhead and send them your way too.”-

“YES!” Miko shouted, pumping both fists into the air in celebration. He had said the magic words. “I can’t wait!”

Chapter Text

The meeting with Onyx was arranged. And in preparation, the few members of the team Bumblebee had sent had arrived to assist. He trusted they could be professional in this situation. Arcee and Bulkhead for sure. And while Smokescreen might be one to get excited, he did know how to be professional. The other two would keep him in line if he were to get too rowdy.

With Bulkhead going, and new Cybertronians to meet, there was no stopping Miko from this trip either. Ratchet knew her well enough to know there was no argument he could make to convince her not to. While it was considerably a low risk mission, it didn’t stop him from worrying.

Ratchet had looked back on the message and coordinates that Onyx had sent. He had taken some time to decipher what the message entailed. Using some of Optimus’ notes to aid him in his attempt. He wished Optimus were here to help him. Though unable to read all of it, he gathered that Onyx would not be the only Prime there.

The bots after bridging back to Earth from Cybertron had their reunion with Ratchet, Miko and Jack. Ratchet informed the group of the message update. Urging the group to be on their best behavior.

“Bulkhead!” Miko yelled, running and practically throwing herself at his pede. Arms outstretched to hug him as best she could. “I’ve missed you!”

“Miko! Missed you too!” Bulkhead responded.

“Ratchet told you about this Onyx guy we’re meeting?” Miko asked, making it very clear that she was indeed involved in this. Not that any of them could stop her if they tried.

“Yes! I am so excited to meet one of the Thirteen!” Smokescreen interjected, having been ready to info dump all that he knew about them the moment anyone would be willing to listen. “He must be using the Triptych mask to speak to you Jack.”

“The Triptych mask…” Jack repeated, considering his words. “Ratchet mentioned that to me. That’s his artifact, right?”

“You bet! Legend says it even has the ability to let you see into the afterlife.”

“That - is intense!” Miko responded, already getting ideas. “You think he could talk to my grandma?”

“Alright, enough of that.” Arcee cut off, not about to entertain the idea of having a Prime commune with deceased relatives for fun. “We’ve got an objective and coordinates to go to. I don’t actually want to be a pessimist, but… I’ll believe it when I see it.”

_____

Ratchet had set the coordinates into the ground bridge, informing the bots to call should anything go awry. Arcee took the lead, with Bulkhead following close behind. Miko perched atop his shoulder plating, while Jack similarly rode with Smokescreen. The coordinates leading to the entrance of a cave system.

“Pft, typical.” Arcee retorted, “Why is it always caves?”

“Onyx is supposed to be a beast though, right?” Bulkhead asked, “It makes sense a beast can’t disguise as well in the human world.”

“Eh, true. Either way, let’s get moving.” Arcee said, taking the lead. Headlights on once entering the dark tunnels.

Not far into the group's trek, their lights came across a small figure. One that could have easily been missed had he not spoken to grab their attention.

“You’re the group here to see us I presume?” Micronus spoke, shielding his optics from the harsh light as it flashed over him. The group, though initially startled by the sudden appearance of a bot in the tunnel, realized this was one of the Primes they were here for.

“Wait, you’re Micronus Prime!” Smokescreen said, his realization quickly turning into excitement.

“Hey, smart bot!” Micronus confirmed, impressed to be recognized so quickly. “I’m here to make sure you don’t get lost along the way. Trust me, this place is crazy.”

“Woah, dude! You’re so small!” Miko exclaimed.

Bulkhead cringing, hoping that she hadn’t just insulted him. It was generally never a good move to comment on any minicons size. “Miko-“

“Oh it’s okay, no harm.” Micronus assured, waving a servo to dismiss it. They were only humans after all. They didn’t have the full context of what was polite or rude for all Cybertronians. “Besides, you’re not so big yourself.”

Miko and Jack both watched in amazement as Micronus lifted up off the cavern floor. Levitating up to more of their level. It hadn’t been mentioned that Cybertronians could just levitate. But perhaps this too was a Prime thing.

“Come along, I’ll show you the way.” He instructed, turning to lead the group, floating down one of the tunnels.

Smokescreen was the first to follow suit. Arcee and Bulkhead shared unknowing glances before following, much to Miko’s annoyance.

The tunnels were just as Micronus had described, crazy. It would have been all too easy for one to lose themselves in the dark. The only real clue that they were going in the correct direction was a glow coming from the end of one of the tunnels. Dim, and coming from a large central cavern. Big enough to fit them all and have extra room.

There, within the cavern, sat Onyx. Wings tucked neatly against his frame, servos clasped together in front of him, optics closed. He had heard the group enter but awaited their approach before addressing them.

Micronus landed back down on the cavern floor, walking forward to stand to the left of Onyx, facing the group.

“This is Onyx, and that is Amalgamous.” he said, gesturing towards the two. Amalgamous, who had maintained their glowing form, stuck out an arm to wave to the group.

Jack looked up at Onyx, and then to Amalgamous. An unspoken but ever present nervousness amidst the group. Taking a breath in of the cold cavern air, he motioned for Smokescreen to let him down. Once stood on the rock floor he proceeded towards the towering beastformer. They had already come this far, and he wasn’t going to turn back now.

“I have awaited your arrival. Thank you for coming all this way.” Onyx spoke, his booming voice echoed against the rock walls that surrounded them. He opened one set of optics to peer at the group, focusing on Jack. Humans were much smaller up close than he had imagined. Though he couldn’t help but be fascinated by them.

“Oh it was no trouble, really.” Jack responded, wanting to be as respectful as possible. Onyx’s voice was the same as the one that had visited his dreams, making him certain that this was indeed the correct bot. Ratchet had brought him up to speed on what was known of the Thirteen. From Jack's personal understanding, he didn’t want to anger a demigod. Certainly not one that was so large, and a beastformer at that. “What is it you’re here on Earth for?”

Onyx’s vocalizer hummed. Closing his optics only to then open both sets, one after the other.

“We are in search of, what is to you, a relic.” He explained, “In our search upon Cybertron, we were able to access Trion's records in the hall of records. That is, thanks to Alchemist and Micronus.”

Micronus, who had moved to Onyx’s side, stood proudly at his accomplishment.

“Alchemist is here too?” Smokescreen asked, not being able to help himself. The number of Primes alive now up to four made his processor spin.

“Well, not here. He’s back on Cybertron. If you ever stop by Ol’Macaddams you’ll see him.” Amalgamous specified, getting up to stretch their frame. “Sorry Onyx, continue”

“Once the files were decoded, we found that multiple items had been sent here during the war.” Onyx explained, “While not at all detailed as to specific items sent, it is our hope that one of them is what we are looking for.”

“We’ve seen a bunch of different relics pass through both sides. Which relic is it?” Jack asked, curious as to which one was important enough for the Three Primes to travel this far for.

“It is the Forge that we are searching for.” Micronus answered.

“The forge of Solus Prime? That’s the hammer that can create anything.” Jack spoke.

“So you have heard of it? Where is it now?” Onyx prompted, hopeful that the group might have kept it close. It would spare them a lot of hassle if so.

“Buried, and broken unfortunately. There was a violent run in with Predaking.” Bulkhead explained, knowing its fate from what Wheeljack had told him of it. Ultra Magnus hadn’t been much into talking about it in the aftermath. The cave collapsed that it was in and we haven’t been able to get it back.”

Onyx closed his eyes once again, brow furrowed. “That is…unfortunate. However, broken or not, we will still need to retrieve it.”

“Look, no offense, but what use is a broken hammer to you?” Arcee prompted, looking for answers. There had to be more to it than just wanting it back.

“It can be repaired.” Onyx answered, “Once it is, it can be returned to the well of allsparks.”

“But…the well is for bots, isn’t it?” Miko asked.

“When Solus…passed.” Onyx said, choosing his words as to not resurface the wound more than he had to, “The forge was kept. If there were anything that Solus’ spirit could be held by, it would be the forge.”

“Wait. Let me get this straight.” Arcee said, getting a grasp of what their plan was. “You want to return the Forge to the well of allspark’s, so that Solus’ spirit can return?”

“Yes.” Onyx answered, nodding his helm. “Cybertron will recover in due time, though there is much that normal Cybertronian’s cannot do. Primus has tasked us with returning the Forge. Her spirit is tied to it, and therefore without it he cannot return her.”

The very concept of reincarnation was to Jack almost unimaginable. Were another human saying this to him he could see himself brushing it off as a desperate attempt filled with false hope. Cybertronian science though, maybe they could do that successfully?

“How will you get it if it’s buried?” Jack asked, “I’m sure you could dig it up, but aren’t you staying in here to hide from human view?”

“Ah, Amalgamous can make light work of that.” Onyx assured, “Have you ever met a shifter?”

Amalgamous stepped forward, their frame shifting back to a standard form. One set of servos rested on their hip plating while the other set pulled out a scythe from within their frame. How it had been stored inside there could have been anyone's guess. “Sounds like a fun field trip to me!” They spoke, just excited to be allowed to dig a hole. “Lead the way and I’ll make quick work of it.”

“I’m sure Ratchet must still have to coordinates to the spot saved.” Bulkhead said, “Though I’ll see if Jackie can go with you. He’d know best where to start looking for it.”

“Fun field trip and a tour guide!” Amalgamous exclaimed, “I’ll find that thing in no time.”

Chapter Text

Amalgamous quickly disappeared into the soil and tossed dirt in all directions as they submerged their frame. The sound became more distant as they tunneled deeper into the crust, navigating around rocks and other buried debris. Somewhere within what had once been this tunnel system, had been a laboratory from what they could tell. Some of the broken and scorched parts looked like that of what Quintus would have used. Not that anything of it was of use to them.

Illuminating their way as the outside light became scarce. Choosing to use white light, carefully searching for coloured materials different from the Earth around them. Amalgamous stopped for a moment when they noticed small flecks of golden material. The flecks looked to be of a similar colour to how they remembered the forge.

They continued to dig, just a bit further down they unearthed what looked to be part of the handle. The dirt, when brushed off with a gentle servo, revealed it had been forcefully snapped in the middle. The information provided to them in the cavern earlier proved to be saddeningly accurate. For them money being, Amalgamous tucked the broken piece into their subspace for safe keeping. Now focused on locating the remainder of it.

The tactic they settled upon was as they dug, to move the light back and forth over the newly churned up earth. Revealing the trail of golden flecks as they appeared, glittering as the light would pass over them.

As they clawed at the Earth, they struck another object. Clocking that it was metal in nature, they grabbed and attempted to pull it free. It wiggled slightly when pulled, but stayed in place. As they cleared around the base of it to reveal what was holding it in place, Amalgamous was pleasantly surprised to find that this half of the handle was still attached to the head of the forge. The compacted ground around it as well as a few rocks, holding it down.

Once the few rocks had been removed away the remaining part of the forge was easily freed. Proud of their achievement, and with the forge pieces in their possession, they dug for the surface. Breaking free of the dirt and proudly holding it up for the group to see.

They set the forge on the ground before them before crawling out of the hole. Shaking the loose soil off of their frame. “Got it!” They exclaimed, “I’m sure we can have it back together in no time.”

Wheeljack, shielded his optics from the dirt that flew about. Only to lower his arm once Amalgamous had stopped shaking. Looking at the familiar weapon that Ultra Magnus had last used. A question quickly formed in his processor. “Where’s the rest of it?”

“Oh, hang on.” Amalgamous responded. They shifted their frame around, so that the handle they had placed in their subspace would fall out. “Found that piece first down there.”

Wheeljack stepped forward to inspect the forge, kneeling down to pick up the broken section of the handle. He inspected the break between the two portions, the damage not nearly as terrible as he had thought it would be. He mentally noted that it would most likely need to be machined down slightly and welded back together.

“I could probably fix this,” Wheeljack said, still looking at the handle, “But I’d say the Doc would do a cleaner job. What I’ve got on my ship is only really for rough patch work.”

“We can take it back and have him check it out then.” Amalgamous agreed. They themself were less of an expert on metal work and repair. Moments such as this made them wish that they had paid a little more attention to Solus’ work back in the day. Not that they didn’t appreciate the help.

Wheeljack comm’d back with the base, requesting a ground bridge to take them back. Amalgamous chose not to complain this time. As they had now, through experience, learning that bridges were generally safe. The bridge, illuminated as it opened up before the two of them.

“You’ll have to carry this thing,” Wheeljack said, referring to the forge. “I couldn’t lift this thing when it was in one piece, let alone two.”

“Heh, not a problem!” Amalgamous said, more than eager to scoop up the one free piece of the forge in their maw. Awaiting Wheeljack to give them the other that he still held.

Hesitant for a moment, Wheeljack continued to hold onto the handle. Not daring to put his servos anywhere near the Primes jaws. “Eh, I can carry this piece.” He said turning to walk for the open bridge.

Amalgamous followed behind, unfazed by the reaction. Walking hexapedal didn’t allow for holding things in a normal fashion anyway.

_____

Ratchet awaited their arrival at the base. At first only seeing Wheeljack with the forge handle in his grasp. Before being able to ask where the rest was, Amalgamous followed in behind Wheeljack, and released it onto the floor of the hanger before them with a heavy thud. The sound and vibration it created within the building prompted Fowler, who had decided to try and get some work done in his office, to come out and investigate.

“What in Sam Hill is—,” his statement cut short when he spotted the six legged bot in the hanger. He looked to the others who were present, none of them seeming all that concerned with the new presence. Another bot they forgot to mention to him? “And who is this?”

“Old shifty here? That’s Amalgamous.” Wheeljack answered plainly, as if he were to already know who that was.

“Old shifty?” He questioned back, hands grabbed onto the railing of the platform, still irritated and yet more confused than before.

Amalgamous pushing themself up back onto two pedes, shifted back into their basic form. They approached the platform, excited to meet another human.

“Amalgamous Prime,” they introduced, extending a digit that itself shifted into a smaller servo for Fowler to shake. Fowler doing so out of respect, though couldn’t help but feel rather weirded out by the odd gesture.

“Ratchet, you want to explain all this?”

Ratchet had gathered the pieces of the forge brought back and was now studying them. “The forge needs to be repaired and returned. Amalgamous was able to help in that matter.” He explained

“What, is it overdue at the library?” Fowler asked, sarcastically joking.

“Eh- you could kind of say that.” Amalgamous answered, thinking back to how long it had been in the archives beforehand. “We need to return it back to the well of allsparks so Solus’ soul can return.”

Fowler was silent for a moment. Realizing there was a lot that he needed to be filled in on. “Just how long would it take to get caught up on the entire situation?”

Amalgamous looked at Fowler for a moment. Needing a bit of context, they called over to Ratchet, “Hey Ratchet, how long do humans live for?”

“Roughly 80 stellar cycles on average.” He answered, already setting to work on repairs as Wheeljack spectated.

“80?!” They exclaimed, shocked at just how short a time that was, “We could be sitting here your entire life if I got into all of it. I’m sure a ratchet can give a more precise short form on the matter.”

“I’m sure the amount of paperwork I’d have to do in relation to new bots showing up would take me my entire life.” Fowler returned.

“Oh no need to worry about little old me, I’ll be going back to Cybertron once this is all sorted.” They said, waving a couple arms vaguely in the direction of the forge.

“Well stay out of sight of the United States military then. You’re already cutting it way too close by being on base property.”

“If I did need to, what human vehicles here would be the least likely to draw attention?” Amalgamous asked, carefully peering out the cracked open hanger door. There were a few options to choose from.

“In my experience, it’s the trucks. Sure they’re big. But they’re everywhere around here.” Fowler answered, “Plus the cab is elevated. So it’ll be harder to see that there’s no actual driver.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Even if it’s just for fun later on.” Amalgamous noted. The humans had a different style from what they were used to. They intended to remember a few alts for later use.

_____

Amalgamous returned to the cavern; a freshly repaired forge in servos. The three Primes, happy to have gotten this far in their quest. Though now was the moment of truth. To use the triptych mask once again to see if Solus’ spirit was still held by the vessel.

The mask on, and forge in his grasp, Onyx searched. Not finding anything to the group's dismay. Now raising the question of where it could be.

“They did say it had been snapped during a fight.” Micronus commented, thinking back to when the bots and Jack had been there to meet them. “But who was wielding the forge?”

“I’m calling Ratchet to ask right now.” Amalgamous stated, not wanting to waste any more time on this wild goose chase.

“They did also say it was a fight with a bot named Predaking.” Onyx noted, waiting to ask about them until Ratchet was on the line.

“Hey Ratchet, long time no speak! It’s Amalgamous. I’ve got a question for you.”

“Yes, what is it?” ratchet asked in his usual busy tone.

“Who exactly was the last bot to hold the forge before it was snapped?” They asked, looking to get an exact on who Solus’ spirit had attached to. “If you happen to know that is.”

Wheeljack who had still been present at the base, taking the moment to catch up with everyone before they had to head back to Cybertron, tuned into the conversation.

“I might be able to shed some light on the matter.” Wheeljack interjected, seeing as he had been there when it had happened. “Predaking was able to get hold of it.”

“This Predaking character, where can we find them?” Amalgamous asked. The next most logical thing was they would need to go and find him. Wherever he was.

“The last sightings of Predaking were on Cybertron. From personal experience, he is not a bot to be taken lightly.” Ratchet warned them. Not that the Primes couldn’t do what they wished. But having been on the receiving end on Predakings fury he didn’t want it to happen to others if he could help it.

“The general consensus is to stay away from him if you don’t want trouble.” Arcee agreed, “though I’m guessing you’re asking about him for a good reason?”

“The forge no longer holds Solus’ spirit.” Amalgamous said, breaking the bad news, “So the next most likely case is that Solus' spirit has attached to the next available thing, being him.”

“Whether he knows it or not we have yet to know.” Onyx added. He hoped to attempt to use the triptych mask for a more clear idea.

“I think it’d be best to let Alchemist know of this since he’s still there.” Micronus suggested, “surely some bot knows where Predaking is hiding out.”

"Get him to ask Bee," Bulkhead interjected, "He's tracked down Predaking before."

"I'll add that to the ping now. He can get back to us when he's not busy." Micronus spoke, not even looking up from the message he was crafting.

"That will do for now." Onyx added, "Really we should head back to Cybertron ourselves as well. Not that I have not enjoyed seeing this world."

"You should be able to bridge back with us." Arcee told the Primes, "I know you can fly, but it's a long way to the next available bridge from the surface."

"We accept your offer. When you see the time fit to return, just let us know." Onyx spoke, nodding his helm.

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The three Primes bridged back with the group. They shared their farewells before splitting off to continue their quest. The forge had been secured. That had been the biggest hurdle thus far. But now they were faced with a question.

Was Solus tied to Predaking?

“Dear Primus, it’s been eons since I saw the forge last!” Alchemist exclaimed, pleased to see they had the forge with them. With news of their return he had made sure to come greet them. “Where did you find it?”

“I had to dig it up!” Amalgamous answered, “talk about buried treasure.”

“That’s the good news.” Micronus added, “Know anything about Predaking?”

“Ah yes, I've met plenty of bots who have had run-ins with him.” Alchemist answered, “He’s the territorial type. There are a few spots I’ve been informed to avoid.”

“Should be easy enough to find when the time comes then.” Onyx pointed out, “Though I wish to look within before approaching.” He hoped he would be able to confirm that a part of Solus might actually be there. Perhaps even his memories could shed some light on things.

“That sounds like a safe plan.” Alchemist agreed. “Stories and rumours will only go far. The source himself will be more accurate.”

“We’ll keep a lookout here while you do.” Amalgamous assured, shifting their frame to sprawl on the metal ground. They had missed Cybertron even on their short trip away. Six legs all outstretched, and scythe held in their jaws as if guarding in the laziest way possible.

Micronus watched as Amalgamous did so. Unimpressed as Amalgamous camouflaged their frame with the ground. Though he agreed with their statement. “You go ahead, Onyx. We’ve got this.”

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The memories Onyx found within Predaking were much more scarce than he had thought he would have. He learned that Predaking had not come online all that long ago. His life began in a laboratory on Earth. It felt, in Onyx’s opinion, unpleasant. To come online in a tube, to be used as a weapon. And worse of all to be lied to about it.

He had looked into many minds in the past, some much easier to access than others. Predaking proved to be a more difficult case for him. The overarching anger, and defensive nature that enveloped his being. It seemed to shroud parts of him. Finding this to be the case, Onyx wondered if this was perhaps Predaking's mind trying to protect him. Not from the physical pain, he seemed to be a more than capable warrior. But from the emotional pain.

Finally able to access the memory where the forge was broken, he could indeed confirm what all had been told. He believed from this point would be a good place to start to search for Solus.

Onyx thought for a moment, about all that he knew about Solus. Where would she be drawn to? Though Earth was an interesting place, he found the idea of her sticking to memories of it to be far fetched. She would go to a pace she’s familiar with, which was Cybertron.

He scanned through more recent memories. It too became clear why the Autobots had been so insistent on not going near his domain. One of the areas that Predaking seemed to inhabit seemed more and more familiar as he went. Onyx tried to put a digit on what it was. What had been here? He tried to recall the Cybertron Solus would have once known. There hadn’t been much back then.

He looked around the area, barren now, but it was missing something. Suddenly it clicked. The area had at one point been covered by small flowering fauna. Red in colour, and swell smelling. Solus had enjoyed coming here to take breaks from her work. That was, after Quintus had studied the plants to make sure they were safe. The Primes had believed that they had been transplanted by space debris before they were even online.

It seemed like a worthwhile spot to look. Now what memories Predaking held here he wondered. His search thankfully did not have to span very long. The Autobots had come to find Predaking here once also. Predaking stood atop a mound of metal as the Autobots asked for his help. Solus’ spirit, appearing as if she were still alive and well, sat off to the side of the same mound. Pedes hung off the edge, swinging back and forth as she had listened to the conversation the group had.

“You know that’s just a metal rod, right?” She asked Predaking over her left shoulder plating, as she pointed with one servo to the metal rod Bumblebee held. “I know he says it’s the ‘Immobilizer’, but this bot is lying right to your face.”

“Solus,” Onyx called to her, approaching her from her right. “These are his memories. He can not answer you.”

Solus, startled by the sudden arrival, swung her helm quickly to see who it was. When she sighted Onyx she excitedly jumped down from her perch. Running up to try and hug her brother in greeting. Only to find that her frame went right through him, unable to physically touch.

“Onyx, where am I? What is going on?” She asked as she stepped back, hoping that he had answers.

“Your spirit is currently tied to Predaking here.” Onyx explained, gesturing to the Predacon she had been trying to talk to. “You are currently within one of his memories.”

Solus looked back at Predaking and the group, the memory frozen when Onyx had called out to her. “I thought something felt weird. I’ve been staying here for the most part. He has memories where the shop used to be, but… It’s just too sad to be there right now.” She explained, turning back to face Onyx. “Please tell me you’re here to get me out of this place.”

“We are going to try.” Onyx assured, nodding his helm. “We have retrieved the Forge and intend to place you back with it.”

She placed a servo on her chassis and gave a sigh of relief. “Oh thank Primus! I miss being in my workshop there. You know, since this guy here broke the Forge.” She said, pointing behind her in the direction of Predaking. “But how do you intend on transferring me? I’m not all that solid right now.”

“I will use myself as a bridge between Predaking and the forge when the time comes.” Onyx explained, “I wanted to ensure you were indeed here first. That, and I needed to know more about him.”

“He’s stubborn. And perhaps not the sharpest sword.” Solus stated, matter of factly. She placed her servos on her hip plating. “The only reason he didn’t immediately fire upon these bots is because they tricked him. He thought they had some immobilizer weapon.”

“I felt his stubbornness simply trying to find you here.”Onyx agreed, he glanced up at where Predaking stood. “Not the talk it out type I presume?”

“Not really. You might have issues.” Solus stated, echoing what every other bot had said. “Look, I know he broke the forge, and I’m still miffed at him for that. But please don’t kill him.”

“I make no such promises.” Onyx responded, jovial in tone. Solus simply gave him an unimpressed look. She would have smacked him if she could have.

The landscape began to rumble, the two Primes attempting to steady themselves until it ceased.

“There’s never been any kind of quake in this memory of his before.” She pointed out, making sure that Onyx was aware of the abnormality.

“Though I have not made myself known to him here,” Onyx began to explain, believing he had a good idea of what was happening. “My searching around might have irritated him. I should go before I make it worse.”

Though reluctant to have him leave, Solus nodded in agreement. She might be able to fly under the radar in this place, but Onyx was another story. “You will get me out of here, right?” She asked.

“If I have any say in it, then yes, it is a given.” Onyx answered, reassuring her worries.

Solus watched as his frame dissipated from view. She could hear that the memory she was in had continued to play out behind her. She did not turn back to watch it right away. Simply trying to hold onto the moment. She hadn’t seen any of her siblings in so long. It was almost cruel that this was the first she had seen of any.
She turned back to the group, looking at what had become to her a familiar scene. She would stay here. If Onyx did indeed come back to return her, she should make herself easy to find.

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Onyx removed the mask, saddened to leave Solus there for the time being. But pleased with his results.

Micronus had sat against him, attempting to use his own powers. He had thought that maybe he could see what Onyx was seeing, but had little success. He had just wanted to know. To see if Solus was there. When he noticed that Onyx was finished, he turned to look up at him.

Amalgamous had remained sprawled out in front of the two. And had been watching Micronus try to, as they had said, snoop. “Alchemist had to head back. He didn’t want to interrupt.” They informed Onyx.

“Good news?” Micronus asked, eager for an answer on what he had seen.

“Solus is indeed there.” Onyx answered.

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“As much as we need to do this, it is not going to be easy.” Micronus emphasized. Onyx had filled them in on what he had been able to gather. The unfortunate news had been that the chances of Predaking cooperating would be slim. With little common ground to go off of.

“It is worrisome.” Onyx answered, not optimistic on the outlook of the situation. “I would prefer not to potentially create more casualties. I will go off what Alchemist has said on his location, and I will find him myself.”

“Good time to use to triptych mask to find the best way to fight him!” Amalgamous blurted out, eager to input ideas.

“Yes, hunting will be the easy part.” Onyx agreed, already looking through the mask to gather what he could. “Though speaking with him will be an issue.”

“He wouldn’t like talking to any of us. As you mentioned, he hates Primes.” Micronus added, “plus, being territorial, he may also take you as a direct threat, Onyx.”

“If the situation calls for violence, so be it. I will do what I must.” Onyx, though determined, was keeping his hopes on that it would not resort that way. Predakings was, after all, a descendant of his kind. Physically alike to himself in many ways. He did not want to harm those unnecessarily.

“Look. I know we can’t stop you from doing this on your own. But if you need help you have to let us know.” Amalgamous urged.

Micronus agreeing, chimed in, “Amalgamous is right. End of the cycle this needs to be taken care of. Besides, I would rather my brethren all stay living this time.” It hurt to say it, but he needed to say it.

Onyx looked from one sibling to the next. Their worry apparent in their expressions. They could plead with him all they wanted, but he would not accept help.
“Predaking is a beast of honour. He will not accept being bested if approached by a group. This is for me to handle.”

Micronus and Amalgamous shared worried looks. They didn’t doubt Onyx’s abilities. If anything they were certain he would be able to handle himself. After all they had been through in their lives however, they didn’t wish to see him harmed again. The worry felt like it was boring into their very cores. And all they could do was accept it.

“When it is safe, I will call for the forge.” Onyx reminded them. That would be their next step. But first, he had to plead his case.

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He travelled far to where Predaking was to reside. His thoughts raced while also keeping conscious of the surrounding area. It was known that there were at least a few other beasts about, though he was less worried about them. Alchemist had said the Predaking was their leader.

It was quiet out in the planes. Too quiet really. The only consistent sound being that of the crackle of rocks and debris beneath his pedes as he walked. His next idea was to attempt to draw attention to himself. Not something he liked but something he would have to do. Fully extending his wings upwards, loudly calling out with a bird like screech. Surely he would be heard and investigated.

Onyx didn’t have to wait long for an answer. In the distance he heard a beast calling. He again answered in turn. Stood firm in his spot, watching and listening for his approach. His audible twitching as he attempted to locate which direction he approached from. He lowered his wings, folding them neatly against his sides.
He spotted Predaking, flying in his direction, large and quick moving. His frame casting a large shadow on Cybertrons surface. It was no wonder that normal bots feared him. And no wonder they had been advised not to go looking for him.

Onyx remained in place as Predaking transformed and landed. His weight hitting the ground with a heavy thud. Predaking looking none too pleased at Onyx’s presence.

“Another beast. Another of Shockwaves creations?”

“No,” Onyx answered. Though from what he had seen in Predaking’s memories, he could only assume that was his creator. “I am Onyx. And I have come looking for your help.”

“Pah! What makes you think I would help you?” He sneered. “I am Predaking! I rule over the beasts here!”

“You fought against two Autobots once. And the hammer that one wielded against you was broken.” Onyx explained, hopeful that he would remember the instance. “The hammer held great significance.”

“I believed the Autobots to be responsible for the destruction of my brethren. I did what I saw fit.” Predaking explained, a bit more calm than before. While still angry at the autobots, he did know of Megatron's hand in their destruction.

“The hammer belonged once to my brethren. I am trying to bring them back for the sake of Cybertron.” Onyx spoke.

“Another beast wielded that hammer?” Predaking asked, curiously, he would never be against more beasts to rule over.

“Her name is Solus, and she was no beast.” Onyx explained to him. “She was slain long ago. And her spirit had resided within the forge.

“Solus,” Predaking spoke, turning over the name in his mind. He had heard the name before. “You align yourself with non-beasts? I find that very strange. They do not like us! They even fear us!”

“Much like yourself, my brethren and I come from a time long past. Things are not as they once were.” Onyx spoke, attempting to relate the two of them. It was true. They had both been returned to a world that no longer recognized them. A world in which solitude and violence meant safety. “Solus was a dear friend, and I believe she could greatly help with the restoration of Cybertron. Her home is a home to all.”

Predaking, hearing a bit more about this bot of interest, finally had a thought about who they may be. “I have heard tell of some Cybertronian legends. Do you mean Solus ‘Prime’?”

Onyx had hoped he could avoid the topic of Primes, knowing Predakings displeasure of their kind. Though he knew lying to him would only anger him. “Yes. I do.” Onyx confirmed.

Predaking sneered, how dare he be asked to help Primes. After all he had experienced by Prime's hand. “You not only align yourself with non-beasts, you align yourself with a Prime?! Next you are going to tell me you are a Prime yourself no doubt.”

Onyx was still but firm, holding his gaze with Predaking. No words needed to be said to confirm his statement. He was correct.

“A beast Prime.” Predaking stated, simply. A chuckle escaping his vocalizer. It was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. “Oh how the mighty have fallen.”

“Primes do not exist in a vacuum. Any can be, no matter the build.” Onyx spoke. Such a statement irked Onyx. He disliked being in any way related to the fallen. He was nothing like that. Though he had to at least try and keep his own temper under control. “We are getting off topic.”

“Are we?!” Predaking snarled, “I find it strange how I could be of ‘help’ to a Prime.”

“When the hammer was broken, Solus’ spirit became tied to your being. I have been able to confirm.” Onyx clarified.

“Even if I do have what you speak of. I fail to see why another Prime would be of use here.” Predaking stated, his irritation grew with each passing moment. He could feel the warmth building within himself. Wanting to blast this Prime away.

“Cybertron has been destroyed by war. Solus will be of great help in fixing it.” Onyx insisted, “her spirit must be restored to the forge. For all of our sake.”

“Your quest to fix your home is of no concern to me.” Predaking said sternly. Though he now resided on Cybertron, it had never been his home. “I will not be a participant in whatever magic it is you use to restore the dead. They are dead for a reason.”

The realization that he would not allow them access to collect Solus' spirit willingly was a distressing thought. He had made a promise to Solus, and he could feel his anger boiling up within him, his clawed servos balled up into fight fists. Though Predaking had no knowledge of the importance of the forge, he had hoped that he would understand the importance of saving their home. His origins, now being linked to Earth however; he had no real ties to Cybertron.

Predaking did not care. He was a king. Though Onyx may be a beast just as he was, Onyx was a Prime. And he did not follow any Primes directives. Predaking followed Predaking, and no bot else.

"The breaking of the hammer is of no concern to me. Nor are any of your attempts to repair it.” Predaking barked, agitated by the Primes' continued presence. He was not going to be second place to a beast Prime.

“Whether or not you are concerned by it does not matter. Onyx spoke gruffly, his stance wide and unwavering. “I came here to plead my case and ask for your cooperation. However, unfortunately, you do not have much choice in the matter.”

"If your brethren is also a Prime they can stay dead.” Predaking spat, seeing just where this conversation was now headed. He prodded the Prime to anger him more, “I only wish I could have done so myself.”

The disrespect that he spoke, he must have known he was egging Onyx on to strike first. Wanting him to. To say that he himself would have done so was too much for Onyx to take. He had joked with Solus that he couldn’t promise offlining Predaking, but he would make sure he lived. He was going to make him pay dearly for his insolence.

Lunging at him, the two of them tumbling into a tangled mess of claws and wings. Predaking, aiming for Onyx helm, his claws gouging as they dragged across Onyx's face. A painful screech escaping Onyx while he himself clawed at Predaking in return. Getting a firm grasp on him, Onyx held onto predaking with one servo, now trying to punch him with the other. The first few strikes landed on his target, before Predaking began to block his attempts.

Predaking, grabbing Onyx’s fist, flung him off of him. Transforming into his beast form, he immediately warmed up his systems, ready to blast flames at the Prime. Onyx, seeing that he was about to be blasted at, opened his wings to use as a shield. He knew they could withstand it, though he hated to do so unless in times such as this.

Predaking shot a direct stream of flames at Onyx. Small licks of flames reaching through small gaps in his bladed wings. Predaking ceased, and for a moment looked to see what damage he had inflicted.

Onyx, not allowing the moment to go to waste, opened his wings up. His focus honed in on his target, he tucked his wings close to his frame. He lunged again, knocking Predaking backwards. He knew this fight couldn’t go on for too long. It needed to end.

Getting an idea on how to end this, Onyx grabbed onto Predkings frame with one servo. Digging his claws in so as not to lose hold. His other servo grabbed Predakings left wing. In one swift motion ripping it from his frame.

A terrifying and pain filled yowl coming from Predaking, his frame twisting in pain as he attempted to wriggle from Onyx’s grasp. The wound leaking energon onto the metal surface.

Onyx let go of Predaking, a clawed servo still held onto the now detached wing. It too leaked energon onto Onyx. To ensure that it would not so easily be reattached, Onyx used his own claws to tear it into multiple pieces.

“I take no joy or pride in this.” Onyx spoke, his voice strained, ashamed. Not bothering to notice that he himself was also injured. “I spare you because it is right. We are kin whether you like it or not.”

Predaking took no notice of the Prime's words. His frantic twists of pain slowly lost pace. His frame felt heavy. His injuries began to force him into a protective stasis, though he kept fighting to stay conscious. His optics finally closed when he lost the battle with his own systems. He would be fine. Though he and Onyx would be on very strained terms for a while to come.

Onyx vented heavily, doing his best to regain his composure. He still had work to do. He comm’d Amalgamous. Now sure that no others would need to be injured in this mission. -“Follow my coordinates, and bring the forge with you”-

As Amalgamous approached with Micronus in tow, the two were unsure of what they would find when they arrived. They saw Onyx, injured and covered in energon, but seemingly well. He had sat down beside Predaking, who remained in stasis from his own injuries. Onyx’s clawed servo gently placed atop Predaking. Something that he would never have allowed had he been aware of it.

Onyx looked to Amalgamous, taking the forge in his free servo.“I will be using my own frame as a bridge between Predaking and the forge.” He explained.

“You think you can reattach her spirit to the forge?” Amalgamous asked. They hoped that it wouldn’t take long. Not wanting Predaking to stir and cause another issue.

Onyx used his claws to make a small slice into each of his servos. His own energon slowly seeped out of the fresh wound. He once more placed the mask over his optics before answering his siblings' question. “I have no doubt.” He answered, his voice quiet yet hopeful. He hel the forge in one servo and placed the other on predaking. “She very well might have already beat me there.”

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Onyx went back for a moment into Predaking's memory where he had once found Solus. Finding that she was no longer present there. His next thought was to look within the forge itself, rather than to bother Predaking anymore than he had already. Though the forge itself was not a bot, he thought of what Solus had mentioned to him.

She had missed being in her workshop there. He concentrated on his own memories of the shop. How she had set it up, the layout. He closed his optics reaching out to find it. Upon opening his optics he found himself there.

Solus was there. Onyx, though again having appeared out of nowhere again, didn’t startle her this time. She had expected him to check to make sure she made it alright.

“Onyx! You alright?” She asked, happy to see him while still concerned that he had been hurt in the process.

“I will be fine, Solus. No need to worry.” He assured her.

“Living or dead, I will still worry.” Solus stated, as she reached out a servo to find that she still could not interact with him. She was disappointed and saddened that she couldn’t at least hug him before he left this time. “Thank you for getting me back here. I um…, well, you know where I am if you want to visit.”

“Oh we will be meeting again soon.” Onyx spoke, hopeful once the forge had been returned that Primus would work his magic. “If all is well with you, I have one last task that must be completed.”

Solus vented in deeply, looking around her familiar shop. “I won’t hold you back then. Get out there. I’ll be good here.” She insisted as she looked back and faced him once again.

“See you soon, Solus.” He spoke as he departed.

Solus, now alone in her workshop once again, walked over to her favourite spot. Sitting down with a heavy thump. She could relax here. And now with the pleasure of finally having visitors.

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“We’re good.” Onyx confirmed before even taking off the mask. Removing his servos from off of Predakings frame. He stood up, feeling the heaviness in his own frame as he did so.

Amalgamous and Micronus, though elated that it had been successful, were eager to get away from the sleeping beast. Amalgamous taking the forge from Onyx so that he would not have to be the one to carry it.

“We should get out of here before he comes to.” Micronus urged the group. He levitated up to sit on Onyx's shoulder, sharing some of his own energy to help him. Onyx groaned but kept going. Following Amalgamous, who slowed their own pace so as not to get too ahead of the group.

“I'm going to call Alchemist.” Amalgamous added, a worried expression plastered on their faceplate as they kept looking back to make sure Onyx was still alright. “Alchemist will want to know you’re good. That and to patch you up.”

Onyx didn’t say a word to that, not having the energy to argue. Only nodded his helm in agreement. He would get a lecture as well, but he felt this one would be worth it.

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Amalgamous had made good on their promise to comm Alchemist. He met the group part of the way to the well, and forced them to take a short break to allow him time to patch Onyx’s wounds. Onyx looked ragged for wear, but he would survive.

They travelled, with the forge in their possession, to the well. The trip was void of idle chat. Each of them within their own thoughts. Would this work? They hoped it would. That air of hope, extending to Solus herself. She had been gone for so long now; it would be quite the transition for her. Though they were all prepared to support however was needed. Despite their experiences, Primus had made them all a team and they intended to stay that way.

The group gathered on the edge of the well. The sheer drop just over that ledge was enough to worry any non flier that got too close, Micronus included. For the journey he had made himself comfortable atop Onyx shoulder plating. Hanging on just a bit tighter as Onyx walked forward, forge in servo.

Onyx extended his arms, the forge secure in his closed servos. No words were said as he released his claws, allowing the forge to fall from his open servos. It fell fast, and heavy. They would not hear a sound from it even when it did eventually reach the bottom. As if Primus himself had known when to catch it.

The silence finally broken when Amalgamous asked, “So what now?” A valid question with no clear answer.

“We will have to wait and see.” Onyx answered, his hope mixed with worry. He turned back to his siblings, stepping away from the edge of the well. Micronus being able to relax his grip.

“There’s no guarantee that anything will happen immediately.” Alchemist assured them. He was right. They couldn’t just stand around here and wait. They had to continue to do what they could, with or without Solus.

“I will stay here,” Onyx told them, he understood his brethren. But something within him would not be convinced to leave. He did not want her to be alone should she be returned.

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Within the allspark Solus had chosen to stay in what once looked like her workshop. The enveloping warmth contained within its walls. Her time here had been peaceful. Her initial arrival had been so violent and sudden. There had been so much more she had wanted to do with her life, but her time here hadn’t been so bad.

She had been curled up in a chair in the corner of her workshop, sketching out some ideas she had, when there was a knock at the door. She paused. Her helm raised up as she looked directly at the doorway. In all the time she had been here, not once had anyone ever knocked. Another knock echoed from the door.

She sprang up from her seat, setting down her datapad and pen on her workshop bench. She walked over slowly to the door. Still not quite believing what she had heard. Onyx hadn’t knocked when he had been there prior. She waited a moment to see if a third knock would come, and when it did she opened it. There she was greeted by their creator. Primus stood tall, servos hidden behind his back.

“Creator! Come in, “ Solus insisted, happy to see him once again. “Onyx spoke of you looking for me. What brings you?”

“Solus,” He addressed her, nodding politely as he stepped inside, “I happened to come across something that I believe to be yours.” After saying so, he removed his servos from behind his back. Revealing the Forge to Solus.

“The Forge!” Solus exclaimed, surprised but incredibly happy to see it again. So much so that she was quick to approach, holding out her servos, ready to take it from him.

Primus held the forge close to him, “Ah ah, we must speak first before you take the forge.”

“Is — something the matter?” Solus asked, lowering her servos, a bit disappointed he was holding back her hammer from her. She guessed that whatever he wanted to talk about must be important for him to make a personal visit. “Would you like to sit for this conversation?”

“No no, this will not take long. And no matter, just a stipulation of sorts.” He assured, a warm smile crept onto his face.

Solus leaned back against her work bench, crossing her arms across her chassis. A brow raised, “What kind of stipulation?”

“I sent for your spark to be returned to the forge, and the forge itself to the well.” Primus explained, “As you are now aware, I tasked a few of your brethren to accomplish this. In their success, I am now here to offer you the chance to return. Cybertron needs your help.”

Solus stood silent for a moment, processing what he had just said to her. After so much time away from Cybertron, and her brethren. Was she ready to go back? Did she want to go back?

“You— really?” She asked, the disbelief heard in her voice as she spoke, “But wait, that’s not the stipulation. What’s the catch?”

“The forge is the catch.” He answered, “Once you take it up, within your servos, I will take that as a sign you are ready.”

Primus turned to face the doorway, placing the forge down just to the right of it. He turned to face Solus once again, “When you are ready, I will do the rest.”

“She looked to the forge, and back to her creator. A worried look upon her face, “Creator—,” she began, thinking of the new possibilities for her future, “What if I’m not ready? What if I’m never ready? What if—“

Her words cut off when Primus stepped forward, placing his servos on her shoulder plating. Giving her an assuring squeeze.

“My child. You do not have to do anything you do not want to.” He explained softly, “But if you do come to the decision that it is something you want, remember that the journey of a thousand hics starts with a single step.”

Solus, though still torn, accepted his answer. One more question raised in her processor. “What will happen to this place?” She asked, gesturing around to the shop she had for so long called her home.

Primus chuckled, a blacksmith such as Solus would always care about her workspace.

“I will keep it right here for you to return to when the time comes.” He assured, leaning down to touch his helm to hers. He knew she would choose to return, and it was always a sad day to see his children leave. Standing back up straight he looked to her, “I will leave you to it. No matter the decision I am with you, and will always be proud of you.”

And with that he took his leave, turning and exiting the workshop. Looking back with a smile one final time before the doors closed after him.

Solus stared at the now closed doors for a moment. For a moment wishing he would knock again, or come back in saying he had forgotten something. Though their creator was a mysterious one, he had never led her wrong. Her gaze shifted down to where the forge now sat. Out of the way if she wished to keep working here. But available should she want it. Going back to where she had been sitting before. Now perched on the edge of her seat, elbows resting atop her knees, servos clasped as she thought.

A second chance at life sounded nice, with how cut short it had been before. She did miss her home; and the Primes. Though the uncertainty held her back from immediately going for it. Cybertron needed her help? Her work would be cut out for her. She sighed deeply, her work had always been that way. Nothing would change that.

Then she recalled what Primus had initially said. That he had sent for her spark to be returned. She knew of the Primes he had sent back to do so. Her presence was wanted, by at least a few. That was confirmation enough that she wouldn’t be alone in this endeavour.

She stood up, giving one last good look around the shop. She would be able to have a new shop, and would be able to make physical projects again. To experiment with new techniques that she hadn’t even seen before. That thought was exciting!

Approaching the forge, she grabbed the handle in one servo. Lifting it up to grasp it with the other, she looked over it. It seemed to be a bit more scuffed up than she recalled, though much time had passed. She would be able to clean it up to her standards in due time.

She stepped to her left, centering herself with the door. It opened, the outside being that of a vast but beautiful view of space. She was sure one step out the door and she would fall straight down. Though perhaps that was the point?

Gathering her nerves, she leaned forward to look straight down over the edge. What looked to be a very bright star down below her vantage point. This would feel very unnatural to her; she wished she was a flier in times like these. In an attempt to make it easier on herself she turned her back to the edge. Shuffling so her heel struts were now able to teeter back. She closed her optics before she allowed her weight to fall backwards.

After falling for a moment she opened her optics. The view of the door shrank as she fell further down. She flipped herself around as she continued to descend, and could see what she had once perceived as a star approaching quickly. Now realizing that it was the very opening of the well. It would not be long now until her return.

Chapter Text

Onyx had stayed watch by the well, and refused to leave for even a moment. The other Primes had been coming and going to check in. Bringing energon for him, and urging him to refuel.

The forge being returned had done some change. As if Primus had become stronger, healthier even. Parts of Cybertron had even begun to visibly be able to support fauna again. These were good signs they all had agreed.

Micronus and Alchemist were keeping a close optic on the strength of the surface, with which bots would build upon. Reporting back to Onyx when even that had begun to strengthen. They were sure that if Solus herself were to return, it wouldn’t be long now.

Onyx, at his chosen perch aside the well, kept his optics closed. Listening carefully to his surroundings. He had become accustomed to what the sound of new sparks sounded like. Only opening an optic to look when he heard them.

It had been almost ten solar cycles, when the sound once again approached from beneath. An optic flicked open to observe. Most all others that had made their exit from the well had flung far and wide. This one however, once out of the well, had gently drifted itself down.

Hopping up from his spot, Onyx approached cautiously. The bright sparkling light making its way a safe distance from the ledge. The moment it made contact with the surface, it began to transform. Light twisting into familiar metal, solidifying in shape.

He almost didn’t know what to do when the realization hit him. This was, indeed, Solus’ frame taking shape.

“It’s happening.” He commed the others, not thinking to say anything else. They would know exactly what he meant.

Taking a few paces closer, he knelt down beside her. The light fading as the process completed. The moment was quiet, and Solus was still. What to do, what to say? A cautious clawed servo placed gently on her right shoulder plating. The wounds no longer there, all in one piece. Peaceful.

“Solus?” He spoke, awaiting a response. Giving a light shake to her shoulder to potentially rouse her.

Solus’ optics flickered open, dim, blinking a few times. She remain laying on the surface, looking up at the sky.

“Solus, can you hear me?” He urged, his other servo grasping one of hers. Looking for some kind of indication that she was conscious and aware. He knew it could take some time. His own systems had taken their sweet time booting up when he had returned.

Solus tiled her helm, trying to focus on Onyx face. She knew him. Her vision still blurry and her processor taking its time to come to.

“You.” Solus spoke, her vocalized a bit rough. That too would clear up with time. “Where?”

“Yes it’s me, Onyx.” He answered, happy to hear her voice. “You’re back on Cybertron.”

In hearing that Solus attempted to sit upright. Something in hearing Cybertron had her needing to see it for herself.

“Ah, don’t rush your systems! The others should be in their way. You are safe here.” Onyx urged.

Solus always the one to be a bit stubborn, continued in her conquest to sit up. First propping up onto her elbows, then up onto her servos. Though not having the strength yet to push her weight up, Onyx aided her in this endeavour. One servo against her back strut to stabilize her, and catch her should she need to lay back again.

She looked around, the massive well that they sat next to. Her old shop had been here once. Though clearly was no more. The expansive area of Cybertron they were in, and it was clear that Cybertron was in rough shape. Not how she remembered it to be.

“How long have I been gone?” Solus asked, her voice quiet, simply speaking her thoughts aloud. She almost feared the answer that she might get.

“We have been gone for quite some time.” Onyx answered, an attempt to spare her the stress of knowing at this very moment. Though he could tell she already knew. “Some may not even believe of our existence.”

Solus remained quiet. Looking down at the surface beneath her, running her servos against it. Finding comfort in what little familiarity she could find. “Help me up. I want to try to walk.”

Onyx rose to his pedes, clawed servos holding onto Solus’ as she did her best to pull herself up. A bit wobbly to start. She wanted to at least be on her pedes when the others showed up.

The wait wasn’t long. Amalgamous the moment having heard from Onyx had barged into Maccadams, having startled the few patrons currently there. Alchemist had kept busy to keep his mind off things. And Micronus, who had wanted to see the bar finally, had found a spot in the back hidden from view where he could nervously pace.

The three moving faster than they believed themselves to have gone since they were young. Racing each other across a young Cybertron. Onyx and Solus could hear them coming before having caught sight of them. All one by one hurdling in. Onyx continued to ensure Solus was steady on her pedes.

Alchemist, upon his arrival, gave Solus a warm welcoming hug, “Solus, you have been sorely missed. How do you feel?” He asked, so happy to see her once again.

“A bit shaky to start. A bit overwhelmed too if I am honest.” Solus answered, hugging him back. So happy to see familiar bots. “Though I’m sure that will go away in time. There’s work to do around here it seems.”

“Solussssss!” Amalgamous whined out through their excitement. Their frame not finding a singular shape that could express them, simply coming off as a gooey mess.

“Mal!” Solus exclaimed, opening her arms to the jumble of a frame. “Been keeping out of trouble?”

“Hey! Trouble finds me, okay?” They answered, “but you’re no trouble!”

Micronus hugging Solus legs was silent. Solus leaning down to place her servos on his shoulder plating. Micronus glanced up, his optics welled up. Solus only able to offer a sad but comforting look.

“I didn’t get to say goodbye…” he trailed off. Solus herself was saddened by that fact. Things happened so suddenly, and their projects never finished.

“I know, Micronus.” Solus spoke, her voice softened. Being careful to kneel down and not lose her balance, she placed an arm around him to hug him the best she could. “I didn’t mean to leave so soon. But I’m happy to see you again.”

Micronus wiped away at his optics, “I’m happy that you’re back! I can help you with things here!”

“We will all help anyway that we can.” Alchemist spoke, in agreement with his brethren, “There will be much to do. You should not be the one to shoulder it all.”

“I- have a good idea of where to start. Though I would like to be steady on my pedes before I go forth.” Solus expressed, a strong sense pulling at her. Her spirit had spent an amount of time tied to Predaking, and she knew he was hurt. “This first act I believe I should do on my own.”

The other four Primes glanced back to each other, a tinge of nervousness amping them. It was so difficult to bring her back in the first place. And with how she passed in the first place, there would always be a part of them that wished to protect from that ever happening again.

“Are you sure?” Micronus asked, “We could keep watch if you need.”

“He’s right!” Amalgamous agreed, “I’ll be the quietest you’ve ever heard me.”

“No, that’s alright. Besides…I believe this task may require a soft touch.” Solus laughed, amused that Amalgamous would say they would be quiet, “Once I feel I am ready I will start. Until then I would like to see a bit more of Cybertron. Get re-familiarized with things.”

A few cycles passed by. Solus took her time getting back into the swing of things. It was during this time that the forge had also mysteriously appeared by the well as Solus had been passing by. Restored of its power once more.

With forge and her strength returned she was ready. Informing the others of her intentions to go out to start her work. Though she did not yet have a workshop, there would not be a need for this task.

She found her way out to the plains of Cybertron. Though no path existed, she instinctively followed what felt familiar to her. Perhaps she had shared some memories with Predaking. As these areas were his home that he knew so well.

She continued on, eventually tracking a trail of spilt energon. Solus came across a curled up predaking, though not showing his pain she knew that it was particularly bad. He had seen her approach yet said nothing. Only glaring as he tracked her movements. Making it obvious his displeasure at the unwelcomed guest.

She kept her distance, sitting down away from him to ease into speaking with him.

“I understand that Onyx has hurt you.” She spoke softly.

Predaking only growled in response, displeased at the mere mention of the name.

Solus was unfazed by this response. She understood. “I am the Solus he spoke of. Though I can not apologize for him, I would like to fix things if you would allow me to.”

“I have had nothing but bad experiences with Primes.” He hissed, “I fail to see how you could help this!” He pointed to his missing left wing, the jagged edges and claw marks apparent.

Solus looked at the damage done from where she sat. It really was a nasty wound. Though thankfully he was no longer losing energon. “I have fixed bots from the very beginning. Injured much worse than yourself. I am confident in my abilities.”

He growled again, still not wanting to accept her help. “I do not trust you.” He sneered.

Solus looked off into the distance, looking at the area. The fauna that returned had begun to creep through seams in the surface. It was peaceful and quiet there. “Will anyone else help you?” She inquired.

Predaking, taken aback by her question, had to think about it for a moment. “I don’t suppose they would.” He finally replied. Most bots didn’t come near him from fear. He wasn’t sure any would even if asked to.

“I won’t force you to accept help if you are not ready.” Solus expressed, using her experience in getting her more stubborn sibling to agree to help. “Though I am more than willing to help you.”

“And what is it you ask for in return?” Predaking asked, curious of her intentions.

“Nothing in return.” Solus stated simply, looking back at the injured predacon. “I don’t do my job, or what’s right for any kind of payment.”

There was a brief silence between the two. Predaking thinking over what she had said. Not used to anyone extending true kindness to him.

“I do not like Primes. But…I may make an exception.”