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BACKSTORY (Collaborated from the Memory-logs of Override, Ultra Magnus, Omega Supreme and Vector Prime-Eventually compiled by Perceptor and edited by the Night Planet Refugees and now frequently told by Ironhide and Kup to young Bots).
1st PROLOGUE:THE COLONIZATION PERIOD.
CHAPTER ONE: THE SETTLING
Accessible today by Planet Key, Hecatron, the night planet, was one of the earliest Cybertronian secondary colonies.
Originally an inhabitant of a binary-sun system, it was one of the worlds that the SeventhModule Primes had journeyed across in their time. Unshepherding of their childer, and yet attuned to their ceaseless quest of Energon-Source appropriation, the SeventhModule Primes did build a Sun Harvester upon the world, although the Primes then did move on as was their wont,their childer were of free analogue and many were therefore exempt of the election to follow:Many stayed behind.
The planet was devoid of a native life-format, but a crystalline compound, modestly porous to Energon, was readily locateable in local space and planetside in craters.Most of the planetside Transformers who elected, over time, to bond with the emerging Cybertronian-template society developing on the Night Planet took forms that either attempted to mimic this compound - modestly again - or else replicated previously encountered battery type mechanisms, of alien origin.
These mechanisms could house banks of crystals and generate Energon-Radiation surplus by rubbing or grating the radiation fields of the crystals against one another using electro-magnetics,bleeding out rad-friction that was trapped in amplification coils and channeled into reservoirs. The Transformers of the Night Planet gradually expanded on this tech base themselves, eventually learning to use MicroSpaceBridges to "sew" threads of one Electromagfield (EMF)into another and then "tear out" the thread, creating tiny rents in the subject EMF bubble that yielded proportionatley greater Energon-radiation surplus quantities.
In due time, the SunHarvester was fired up.The particular SunHarvester on the Night Planet was fired up twice, originally in the closing of the era of the SeventhModule Primes, and once more during the closing of the Era of TwelfthModule Primes,just before the ThirteenthModule Primes inherited the Governing of Cybertron.
Before the Night Planet had begun Energon production, the primary manufacturer and distributor of Energon throughout the fledgeling Cybertronian Empire was Hecatrons' sister world, The Sun Planet, which in turn had inherited its' role from the Giant Planet, a planet which had produced Energon not by SunHarvester but from the worlds' core itself.
The sun planet-a trinary star desert world- contained mineral deposits which were highly conductive of Energon, and its' era is considered the pinnacle of intellectual growth in the Cybertronian Empire.An ancient sun Harvester existed there also,and had already been used twice.A Mandate of the FirstModule Prime - Primus himself - had decreed that the last sun of the Sun Planet be kept preserved in case of a time of great need.
Secondary and tertiary grade mineral deposits continued to be harvested from the Sun Planet well after the primary mineral resource was exhausted.The sun planets' inhabitants gradually learnt how to graft these deposits into the molecular composition of their own forms,some becoming the ancestors of the first Illuminators-one of whom,Gestalt Illuminatrix, is considered the First Champion of the Night Planet.
This new molecular grafting knowledge was also delivered to the 'big brother' of the Sun Planet-the Giant Planet: The reformatting of the inhabitants of the Giant Planet allowing them to consume proportionately lesser amounts of Energon in relation to their massive size and and Terraforming-template functions.
With the new freedom to travel for more prolonged periods through Energon-dry environments, some small groups of Giant Planet and Sun Planet Transformers found their way to the Night Planet.Although the SunHarvester of the Night Planet was of a primitive interpretation in comparison to others that the SeventhModule Primes created later, the knowledge of the Sun and Giant Planet pilgrims on how to create Energon Processing and storage/distribution facilities was first-hand.The Complex built on Hecatron was, for its' time, hailed as a marvel and a wonder.
Gradually, Hecatron was bestowed with its' first leader - Gestalt Illumantrix - a six member Combiner who was voted the title of "Marshall of the wandering Tribes and assembled Energon Harvesters of all of Hecatron and her satellite colonies".
Gestalt Illuminatrix established a Sherriff body from amongst the locals to safeguard the Energon supplies from wild Transformers who had adopted the formats of baser stargoing and SpaceBridge-going life-forms that scavenged Energon Osmotically or chewed on the facility power cables and so on, or else loners and 'Ne'er-do-wells' who were migrating to Hecatron with intents ranging from Energon theft to Energon Piracy.
CHAPTER TWO: INDEPENDENCE.
In time, word came to Gestalt Illuminatrix that his beloved Homeworld, the Sun Planet, had exhausted itself of all Alpha Grade Energon-yielding minerals and was being reformatted into a research center and knowledge repository,hoping to someday harness the secondary mineral deposits' potential to yield Alpha grade Energon supplies.
Gestalt Illuminatrix drew up a series of emergency-grade defensive schematics (war was not then yet a widespread concept),commissioned their building, and departed to assist in the reformatting of his homeworld.Many of his Sun and Giant planet companions left with him, however, as a sense of brotherhood had been established within this group.
CHAPTER THREE: THE RETURN
When Gestalt Illuminatrix returned, Aeons had passed. War had become a familiarity, albeit a story that happened elsewhere, outside of the Cybertronian Empire, and many of his companions were no more, as he had journeted to some of the Warzones.
The Energon supplies of the Night planet were gone, and the SunHarvester had already been fired up its' second and last time, destroying the second sun and plunging the world into darkness.
The Energon facility that Gestalt Illuminatrix had helped design was now Neonex, the Neon Nexus, a Megacity of light.At its' heart was the Neon Palace, the Great Marketplace where Pilgrims and offworld Energon Merchants and Transporters were welcome to reside and partake of 'the rejuvenating light'. The body of Sherriffs had become a Knighthood, Bodyguards who escorted the Merchants and Convoys to and from the city to the Planet Gate, which had been built elsewhere long before the city itself had been designed.
Outposts had come into existence,skirting in the circumference of the city's holdings, but some of these were Pirate Havens, whilst others were the private dominions of self-made lesser Barons, occasionally won through deed, and usually through debt.
Upon seeing the Transformation, Gestalt Illuminatrix departed the Night Planet once again, declaring that he would journey, as a pilgrim, to Cybertron, and petition the Council of Primes for a true leader for Neonex.
CHAPTER FOUR: THE MYSTERIOUS HERALDS AND THE GENERATION OF THE PROPHECY.
Shortly before Gestalt Illuminatrix and his companions had reached the Planet Gate that led to Cybertron, they found a "strange Autobot child" waiting for them in the middle of the road.
The "Child", slightly feral,of Female template,and bearing a Green,beastlike faction symbol together with an unfamiliar Autobot faction Symbol and of a highly developed technical layout, requested that Gestalt Illuminatrix accompany it to its' Tribe,who were hidden, knowing that the fighting strength of Gestalt Illuminatrix's company was too great for them to hold at bay.
The Tribe had sent the child to wait alone on the road knowing that Gestalt Illuminatrix and his companions would not immediately assume it was part of a pirate band,which she insisted that she and her tribe were not.
Noble and fearless, Gestalt Illuminatrix bade his Companions wait, seperated into his six team members and followed the child.
In a hidden alcove, a group of feral,degenerate and yet cultivated and amazingly technically advanced Transformers awaited the Combiners.The strangers bore a variety of faction symbols,all of heraldic and cultural paramaters symphonous with the Council of ThirteenthTemplate Primes, whom they called "The thirteen Primes".Their vocabulary files were incomplete, many Cybertronian words were unknown to some of them, especially the most Ancient words to the youngest strangers, and many more of their words were mashed 'slang' type versions of two other words.
Their spokesman was a Purple-eyed, softly speaking Autobot of a refined type of predatory body language named Ghostwind-Jet Black of AltMode with a Protoform af all white.
Two 'councillors' flanked him: The first, a Golden Autobot of unmistakeable Sun Planet Auric frequency,albeit muted and distorted, sat on an outcropping of rock, troubled in appearance.Its' Protoform was blockier than that of the others, in terms of sleekness, and although many of its' panels were of an opalesque or Coralesque gold color, some others were dented, chipped and even colorless.It appeared to have been assembled in some places from parts of other Transformers, and its' faceplate seemed crudely modifed to fit.Its' eyes were the eyes of a civilized Cybertronian-blue and of a stable light.This one listened carefully to each word that Ghostwind spoke to Gestalt Illuminatrixs' combiner group as a hunter would follow the movements of its' prey.It spoke only to Ghostwind, quietly, never correcting but sometimes adding an additional detail to Ghostwinds' words, which Ghostwind would repeat out loud.
Standing to the other side of Ghostwind was a heavily modified and somehow familiar, yet unfamiliar Transformer,who knew the dialects of the Night Planet very well,and spoke with the words of the noble caste intertwined into its' clipped,militaristic speaking patterns.Again of Jet Black Altmode, its' protoform was silver and Gold- of the anatomology of the very newest generations replacing those of Gestalt Illuminatrixs' Era. This one had no qualms supplementing the words of Ghostwind, and his truthful words were those of an unminced, bothering truth.The members of Gestalt Illuminatrixs' combiner team all realized the Jet black Altmode components of a handful of the ferals were invisible to passive scanning.
The noble-militant told the Combiner team that they already knew him,from before the Battle Damage and modifications he now wore, and that they sincerely didn't want to work out who he was.
The group spoke for a long while.The ferals initially spoke in riddles, their conversation going round and round and gradually drifting towards a central topic: "Do NOT journey to the Council of Primes, Journey to the Heart of Cybertron, to the Spark of Sparks, and do not petition it, but REQUISITION it for a leader for the Night Planet,otherwise it will not comply... and tell nobody of us. Two,or more of us you will see again, but even we will not know of this meeting.Do not speak of this meeting even to us".
Confused, the Combiner team withdrew to hold a council of their own.The next day, they returned again.
"If you stand by your words" the Combiners told the Strangers, "Come with us to the Council of Primes and Petition them.In their wisdom, they will know what to do.They can Petition the Heart of Cybertron for the Leader we journey for.The Spark-of-Sparks will surely listen to them.To begin such a venture with deceit, camoflage, misdirection...to conceal events from the Council is unwise, and cannot be expected to be met without retribution.
This time, another Stranger stepped out of the Darkness.Unseen the previous day, he was again Jet Black of Altmode.His Protoform was silver, and a great deal of upgrades were welded onto his Almode, the majority were of a severely abused and unpainted silver metal.Many of his upgrades were of a degenerate tech.Field assembled,jury rigged upgrades.Several parts were obviously cannibalized from other Transformers.
The Gestalt combiners recognised the mature adult bot immediately, not by body,but by face.He was a very dedicated young Night Planet Sherriff,one of the rare few who had been upgraded to Sargeant in the field rather than due to service-time.Well known to them,his name was Switchstreak.
Only Switchstreak was much older.He bore the arsenal of an allrounder,not of a young militant volunteer,and he looked and moved with a disconnection to his surroundings that the young version of Switchstreak, the enthusiast and first-call volunteer, had never indicated to bear.The combiners knew this body language-it was that of one who is well accustomed to being surrounded by death and destruction of both friends and foes.
The combiners greeted Switchstreak,who met them warmly, yet coolly.
"My name is Killswitch now," he told the gestalts, removing a panel from one of his upgrades as he neared them.The Degenerate bot gestured to one of his companions,a neon red/gold sleekster who trooed over and assisted Killswitch in removing an indecipherable,fist sized block of mecha sprouting a mass of wiring from within the opened panel. Following instructions from Killswitch, the NeonBot turned the internal component so that its' underside was facing the Combiner team. On the underside was yet another unfamiliar heraldic device, a purple one with a triangulated chin and a spiked row crowning the top of the facial device.Not all of the symbol was present.It has visibly been cut from a larger piece of material with a plasma torch and attatched to the component that now belonged to Killswitch.
"I can't tell you much," Killswitch told the combiners, "But I can tell you this: if you see this symbol,fight.Fire first,and keep firing until you're either out of ammo or out of operation.If you lose a battlefield to this symbol,NEVER leave any of your companions in stasis on that battlefield.Use snipers to finish them off or they'll be coming at you the next time you see them.If you do abandon them in stasis and they make their way back to you intact, they have come to infiltrate and cause harm.I recommend you don't hesitate to destroy them on sight."
"If you see this face on a Transformer," Killswitch added,"make it your designated target.Defend everyone long enough to get to minimum safe distance from this face,tell them to hide and continue building from within,and fight as well as you can.Try not to be taken in stasis".
The cominers flooded the darkness with a barrage of questions as Killswitch reinstalled the foreign component.
"I can tell you nothing more" Killswitch replied."I apologize:I can say nothing other than what I already have".
"If you stand by your words," the combiners said again,"journey with us and warn the council of of this news".
"We are on a time schedule," Killswitch responded,"what you ask is impossible for us to do at the moment".
"And what you ask of us is impossible for us to do as well" the Combiners replied.
As Killswitch and the Combiners spoke, a time-space Bridge opened nearby,surprising everybody present.The ferals dove for cover whilst the combiners assembles into Gestalt Illuminatrix.The loud clap of the Time-Space bridge and the bright shockwave caused the Gestalts' commlinks to ping with multiple signals.Within moments many of Gestalt Illuminatrixs' airborne companions, waiting far away, were by his side.Moments later the landborne companions had arrived as well.Outnumbering the degenerate interlopers in a two way stand-off.
In the center of it all, an adult female Autobot knelt, wounded, yelling "HOLD YOUR FIRE"
Gestalt Illuminatrix and Killswitch bellowed the order to their own factions.
The female grunted and rose to her feet.Her Altmode was a fiercely sleek ensemble of overlapping parts, one section of winglike paneling broken at the pinion, one shoulder dislocated and held loosely in place by cables.Wisps of thin grey smoke danced around
occasional sparks at her throat and cheek when she spoke, her vocabulator softly whirring and clicking as it cycled through self repair modes.
Looking around, the female seemed hesitant, afraid.She gazed with a pain-filled familiarity at all of the Degenerates, and eventually froze when her optics fell on the Autobot Child who had been sent to wait for Illuminatrix and his convoy at the Gate Key road.
The Autobot child, who had a twin sister standing beside her, was surrounded by a group of adults.The adult female moved to this group, some of whom moved to her.
It was stock-standard practise for Transfrormers to mimic and occasionally replicate any and all interesting and useful traits of newly met races. The adult female newcomer used a series of diverse alien gestures indicating affection to many of the degenerates, some familiar to Illuminatrix and many unfamiliar. To two particular adults amongst the Deganerates-one male and one female who were both heavily perplexed with her appearance-the gestures were of the tenderest recognisable expressions, including types of caresses and embraces.It was clear from their dialogue-these were her parents.
When the newcomer knelt to greet the twins,she could visibly not decide which one to give more attention to.
It was clear as raw energon that the Adult newcomer and one of the Autobot children-the one who had waited on the road- were exactly the same individual.
The other one of them was her sister, and from the gestures, Illuminatrix and all the other onlookers were guessing that the sister was not functional in...
"At ease". Illuminatrix ordered his warriors.
All waited. The Female newcomer did not make any attempt to rush her greetings.
Eventually, she directed her attention to all gathered.Very many of her own had very,very many questions.But the child was gone in her.This was a Warrioress.
She held up one hand to silence the assembly.
"He doesn't go to the core", she told Killswitch, gesturing towards illuminatrix with a nod."He goes to the council".
Several of the Degenerates shuffled slightly where they stood.A few of Illuminatrixs' warriors directly some soft-voiced questions his way: "What is she talking about?"
The Warrioress turned her gaze on Illuminatrix.
"We need to talk." she told him."Away from everyone".
"I believe we do."
TO BE CONTINUED
"Everyone has a hobby.Even people who say they don't still have one under another name.If we're sick,injured, we still go to it and get down to see how it is.If it needs something, we bring it,make sure the attention is perfect.It exercises our care and protection and gives us back philosophies.It's a living thing to us,and is the most perfect way to teach a young person how to be towards a living thing. It's something that should never be taken away."