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Hi, I'm back after 4 years. And I've got a new fan fiction, this time, it's an "Ultimate" style reboot of Transformers: TF Rebirth. Please keep in mind it's NOT supposed to be G1 at all. I hope you like it! Also, tell me if I get any Cybertronian expressions wrong, I haven't written about Transformers in a long time. Well, without any further ado...~

ps: scrambled words indicate foreign language


Earth standard military time: 11:03 Location: a region of uncharted space.

Optimus Pax stared blankly at the black apron of darkness that is the unknown universe. He often amused himself with the thoughts of what sort of life could inhabit the countless flecks of light in the endless space. But that was not why he was on the Ark, though space intrigued him, Optimus was a soldier, and his mission, to save his dying world.

Cybertron was for some time starved for its dwindling supply of sustenance, the ore known as Energon. They had encountered innumerable dead planets that they could syphon the cores of to supply Energon to Cybertron. Because the planets were dead, however, the Energon they took never lasted long, and they were forced to continue the search for more.

“Optimus.” Said a low, gravelly voice. “Captain Megatron, sir.” Optimus replied saluting. “At ease, the sensors picked up a planet, the Energon readings are off the scale.” “It’s live?” Optimus asked somewhat excitedly. “Seemingly no, the scanners did not pick up any techno-organic readings.” Optimus’ spark sank. “I understand your disappointment Optimus, one of the reasons you came aboard was to see new life-forms, correct?” “Yes, sir.” “We’ll be arriving in 120 cycles, be ready.” Megatron said leaving the room.

Earth Standard military time: 13:02 Location: Milky Way galaxy.

“Ensign Jetfire, what does it look like down there?” Megatron asked. “Very weird, sir, you know how we didn’t pick up any techno-organic matter?” Jetfire said. “The point? It’s uninhabited.” “But there is movement, and we have a visual too, get a load of at this.” Jetfire said as the screen shifted to an image of strange, brown spires topped with green clusters of triangular plates. “What the slag is that?” Megatron asked. “No idea, but stands to reason that the movement indicates some source of unknown life.” “I see, Optimus, you get your wish, we’re going to go exploring.”

Earth Standard Military time: 13:47 Location: Unknown planet.

A small team consisting of Megatron, Optimus, Corporal Rodimus, and Lieutenant Starscream descended onto the unknown planet’s surface. “This is amazing,” Optimus said. “I’ve never seen anything like this.” “Keep your head on, kid, we still don’t know what’s down here.” A few minutes later, deciding that the area was hostile-free, Megatron said. “Alright boys, we’re splitting up, keep your audio receptors wide and your skid-plates covered.”

Earth Standard Military time: 14:12

Accompanied by Starscream, Optimus walked through the strange new world that they had discovered, rock formations (Of course not really knowing exactly what rocks were.) that looked somewhat like the buildings on Cybertron. He saw towering streams of falling clear liquid. He saw tiny moving creatures almost too small to see. “Starscream, I’m seeing movement below me…” “But your scanners don’t pick up any life forms, same here.” Starscream interrupted. “I think somehow that the life-forms on this planet are completely biological.” Optimus theorized, such a thing was unheard of, but there was no other explanation. Starscream was about to retort in his usual manner but instead said, “My radio systems are picking up what seems to be a primitive data-net, I’m inclined to check it out, you?” Optimus of course said, “Yes.”

Optimus and Starscream slowly made their way through what they had decided to call the green land. “How the slag can there be this much green when the planet is flaming blue?” inquired Starscream, obviously irritated, he didn’t expect an answer but when frustrated he often spoke to an unseen, nonexistent presence in his mind. Optimus kept his mind on himself as he plowed his way through the narrow corridors, he really didn’t notice Starscream yell, “Stop!” Optimus then felt the ground crumble beneath his feet. “Kid!” he heard the distraught Lieutenant scream. Starscream would have jumped after him, but he was wise enough to count the cost, he was a Scout model, Optimus, on the other hand, was a Combat model. Starscream could fly, but lacked the brute strength to carry his unfortunate ex-comrade back up. The last thing Optimus heard Starscream say was, “I’m Sorry!” then all went dark.

Earth Standard Time: 8:00 PM Location: Unknown

Optimus awoke in a dimly lit metal shack, beyond noticing a dozen stationary people in vehicle form, he also saw two pinkish tan creatures, one about about an 8th his size, the other, a bit smaller transporting organs from one place to another. While at first horrified, he then rationalized that this was some sort of hospital. He then said. “Doctor? Are you there?”

“Cordot? Rae oyu heret?” The thing said. “Ah!” The taller human, a male, screamed, surprised that the robot was still functioning. Although if it wasn’t functioning, which he had hoped was not the case, he wouldn’t have taken it with him, but even then, he knew that it wouldn’t still work, and he really didn’t know what he would do with it if it didn’t work, and he didn’t know what it would do if it did, in the end he still didn’t reason out why he brought it with him in the first place. “Sparky? Is something wrong?” The shorter human, a female, asked. “Yes! Very wrong!” Sparky replied.

“Excuse me, not to be rude or anything, but I need to assimilate your language, so we can communicate.” Optimus said, hoping one of the odd beings would respond. “Hawt si ti lkatngi botua?” the shorter one said. “Finally, we’re getting somewhere, my name is Optimus Pax, I need to assimilate your language-”

“-os ew nac mocciaenumt” It said. “I think it’s broken,” The female said. “we should just scrap it.” “No,” Sparky said. “It wants something.” Like what?” The two squabbled for a short time before the metal behemoth spoke again.

“I need a device that you call an-“

“-internet cable.” “Internet cable?” Sparky asked it.

“Oyu nawt na Internet cable?” The creature said. “Yes, an Internet cable.” Optimus said. The taller being ran out of the room screaming. “No, wait!” Optimus sighed with slight frustration, how was he to learn anything about this species if he could not even get them to know what he was saying. The taller being ran back into the room carrying a long, slender cord, “I vahe teh Internet Cable!”

“Sparky, are you sure you’re okay?” the female asked as the robot behind her motioned with his hand for Sparky come closer. Sparky inched toward the alien, no, maybe Japanese… definitely Japanese robot. Half excited and half about ready to have a reason change his pants, he handed the robot the cable.

Optimus, overjoyed that his efforts were fruitful, promptly took the cord and plugged one end in the wall, and the other in his head. Optimus’ mind was assailed with images and sounds as most of the human’s primitive information network, which he just learned was called the “Internet” (kind of catchy, really), was downloaded to his knowledge cortex.

“Greetings inhabitants of Earth, I am Optimus Pax, I come in peace.” For some inexplicable reason, the taller “Human” as he learned they were called, collapsed and began leaking lubricant from his lower abdomen.


~Leave questions, concerns, complaints, compliments, criticisms, contradictions etc. below.

Chapter 2 coming when I feel like it.

Chapter 2 is up, calling Optimus Prime was a goof-up, just to let you know, it's fixed now.

Earth Standard Time: 8:26 PM. Location: Santa Cruz, California.

The human known as Sparky awoke to the sight of his friend, a girl named Terra, and a giant robot. Everything was perfectly normal, he couldn’t remember why- “Wait… Giant robot? I don’t remember having one of those!” He thought. But then he remembered what had previously transpired
and quickly became perpendicular with the table he was laying on.

“You called yourself Optimus Pax.” Sparky said, still groggy from his fainting spell and greatly confused by the arrival of Optimus. “Correct, human, we have come from planet Cybertron in search of Energon to sust-“ “Hold it right there.” Sparky interrupted Pax’s explanation. “First off, the name’s Sparky, secondly, who’s “We”?” He asked, but before our massive metal soldier could answer, the perplexed earthling inquired further. “Last but certainly not the least, Energon?” Optimus began explaining that he was an agent of the Decepticon Empire and that he arrived on a ship but was separated from his comrades because of spontaneity and fragility of the planet’s erratic terrain. He further explained that Energon was the Cybertronian equivalent to humankind’s “Food,” and that their supply was quickly running out.

“I dunno about this, it sounds like some kind of movie made up to sell an action figure or something.” Sparky said becoming brain-weary. “I think it’s believable enough.” Terra said, sliding down from the stack of tires she was seated on. “How can you say that?” Sparky asked his friend. “This is completely ridiculous!” “It kind of helps the story when the guy telling it is giant robot we found in a crater.” “Oh, yeah, right…”

Optimus decided that the rest of his crew must be worried about him, so he decided it would be a wise course of action if he left as soon as possible. “I have to go, my comrades are undoubtedly looking for me.” Pax told his newfound friends. “I need to tell them of your species’ existence.” “That’s probably not a good idea right now,” Terra warned. “Copper’s making his rounds, if he sees a giant robot crawling out of our garage, he’ll bust us for conspiracy or something.” “I have an idea,” Optimus said. “I will require an earth vehicle of approximately my mass and weight.” Sparky scratched his head for a second, and then snapping his fingers said, “I’ve got just the thing!”

Earth Standard Time: 8:29

Sparky pulled a lever and a hanging tarp rose to reveal a grey Kenworth W900 Semi Truck. “This baby’s my private project,” Sparky said proudly. “months of hard, dirty work and I’m not even half done yet I-“ “Yeah, whatever, it’ll work.” Optimus said as blue light shot from his eyes and analyzed the vehicle. When the robot finished, he said, “Stand back.” Optimus’ body began shifting and folding, his shape began to change, in a matter of moments, he had transformed into a gleaming, deep blue and crimson semi-truck. Sparky stared for a few seconds before saying, “Sweetness.”

Earth Standard Time: 8:30

Optimus pulled out of the garage and began driving toward his ship’s homing beacon, he had so much to tell the others, the discovery of entirely organic life was sure to impress Ratchet. As he came closer to the ship’s location, he figured that he was out of human sight, so he stopped and began to transform. But before he even moved the first part in the process, a voice behind him said, “I knew you kids were up to somethin’ in there!” Optimus was shocked, he didn’t even see anyone behind him while he was driving. “Get outta that truck, delinquents!” Optimus, seeing no other option, began to shift his form. Before long, he was a towering metal warrior 8 times the size of his former pursuer. The officer, now dwarfed by his quarry, ran to his vehicle screaming something that sounded like “Conspiracy” and headed straight for town.

Earth Standard Time: 10:18 Location: Ark landing site.

Optimus soon made it back to the Ark, he placed his hand on the door scanner and the hatch opened. Our now relaxed steel prodigal walked down the decrepit halls of his home, making his way to the bridge. “Optimus?” Rodimus exclaimed as Pax walked into the room. “Hey everybody, Optimus is alive!” The rest of the crew gathered on the bridge, looks of shock, disbelief, joy, and from Starscream, looks of shame and… was that disappointment? “I’m happy that you’ve returned Optimus,” Megatron said. “however, some OTHER things make me slightly angry.” Megatron shot a cold look at Starscream. “Whatever the case, now that you’re back, we’ll start the syphoning process tomorrow” “Actually, about that sir, I have some information to report.” Optimus said. “Intelligent life exists here, we can’t syphon the core.” “Optimus, if we don’t take this planet’s Energon, Cybertron won’t last long enough for us to get back,” Megatron said. “and this planet will supply us with enough raw Energon for 2000 Revolutionary cycles.” “The inhabitants here are capable of complex thought, I maintained a conversation with two of them.” “I’ve seen them, they are primitive and violent, at this rate they’ll die anyway.” “IT’S NOT RIGHT!” Optimus’ volume shook everyone on the bridge. “Leave us, I need to talk to this one a while.”

As soon as the crew left, Megatron and Optimus resumed their verbal conflict. “Are these soft creatures more important to you then your family?” Megatron asked his subordinate. “the crew’s families? MY family?” “They may not be like us,” Optimus replied “but they are sentient!” “Have you forgotten what are here for? we are here to save our Empire!” “Freedom is the right of all sentient beings! You should know better than all of us! if you take the human’s home you deny them that right!” “We have destroyed worlds to preserve our own before!” “The worlds we destroyed attacked us first, they had a choice! The humans don’t even know of our existence!” “So it’s a matter of knowledge is it?” Megatron asked. “they deserve to know?” “A matter of choice,” Optimus corrected. “they deserve to choose for themselves!” There was a long pause. “Very well then, Pax,” Megatron said. “tomorrow, our existence will be known to the humans, and they will choose their own fate.” Megatron walked off the bridge. The Ark was silent until dawn.

Chapter 3 coming eventually

Earth standard time: 6:27 AM.
In the morning, Optimus instantaneously set his course towards Sparky’s garage, warning them of Megatron’s plan was now his first and only priority. He entered the building to find that Sparky was gone, scanning the immediate area, he saw a scrap of paper with three sets of numbers on it, separated by dashes. Above the three sets of numbers, he saw “Cporkv’s #” scribbled with a pen that obviously was running out of ink. He set his radio to the proper frequency and contacted Sparky via his “Cellphone.”
“ALL ABOARD! HAHAHAHA!” Sparky jumped in his seat, who would be calling him now? “Sparky, something’s about to happen, I-“ “Keep it down!” Sparky interrupted. “You’re wrecking my ears, what’s up?” “Megatron is going to-“ “Where did you get my number?” Sparky again interrupted. “That’s not important!” Optimus said. “What is important is that Megatron is going to make his first move against the humans today in the park at 11:00 AM, your standard earth timezone.” “Megatron?” “Sparky, what the slag is wrong with you today? I told you who he was last night!” Optimus said getting one parts irritated and two parts panicky. “Oh, really? I’m like this in the morning, my motor skills barely work, I can’t remember anything, I tend to repeat myself, I tend to repeat myself…” Optimus laid his face in his hand and cursed. “Hey wait, it’s happening at eleven? That’s when Bill Doores is starting his campaign for president.” Sparky said, seemingly having pulled himself together. “It’s a world televised event.” A mental bullet struck Optimus, Megatron must have known about this, it couldn’t have been a coincidence.
Earth standard time: 10:13 AM.
Terra sighed as hot water temporarily washed away her immediate worries. However, she could not stop thinking about the happenings of the previous night. She still had difficulty wrapping her mind around it, did she really find a giant robot in a crater? She shut off the water, stepped out and looked down, out of the window and into the now almost lifeless suburbs, which soon would be flooded with a river of cars. This moment of calm quickly ended when a blue, metal head rose from the bottom and peered through the window. A noise comparable to Garlaxian cave shriekers (Think nails on a chalkboard) assaulted Optimus’ audio receptors, he made a mental note: Never do that again.
Earth standard time: 10:37 AM.
Silently, the hurriedly dressed Terra sat in the passenger seat of Optimus, whilst Sparky pretended he was driving. They were driving for half an hour before Optimus broke the silence, “I am terribly sorry, if I had any idea that humans objected to others seeing them without…“ Terra’s mood was unchanged, Sparky, not really paying attention asked, “Hey, Optimus, you wouldn’t happen to have a camera in your head or something?” Terra, clearly offended, interrupted Optimus’ blunt “No.” saying, “Oh, you are asking for it you son of a b-““WHOA! I was just asking, geez.” Optimus continued down the road, wondering why human conversations were so aggressive.
Earth standard time: 10:56 AM.
At the park, Optimus silently waited for Megatron’s move, Ignoring the trees and birds that would normally be his first interest. He didn’t exactly know what he was going to do, as he was never a good tactician. But what he did know is that he would die before allowing the extermination of an entire species.
Sparky alerted Optimus to the emergence of a new face, that of the human known as Bill Doores. “Thank you all for coming today, thank you.” He said, attempting elevate his voice to reach over the roaring applause. Doores began a new sentence, talking about how he’ll bring back military strength. As he spoke, a tank and a van crept up behind the oblivious human.
The tank suddenly sprung up and became a 17 foot metal gladiator. The crowd began to run as security officers drew their weapons in an attempt to fight it. The monster looked at one of the many cameras in the area and said, “We are the Decepticons, we are here because we need your planet to survive, if you are wise, you will surrender it to us, if not…” Megatron hid a chuckle. “You will all die.”

This is going to be the last chapter, because I honestly don't know if anyone's even reading this. Au Revoir my peoples.