The continuing saga of
the Generation One Universe series.
By Jetplague (a.k.a –
"I am Optimus
Prime, Leader of the Autobot faction of Cybertron. We come in peace
to your world and wish to extend our hands in friendship in the hopes
that you, the people of Earth, share in our good nature. Stranded on
your world, my fellow Autobots and I are willing to share some of our
technological advancements in exchange for energy and equipment
necessary to rebuild our ship so that we may return home. So far I
have met many of your kind, all of whom have helped us a great deal
during some difficult times, they have become our entrusted allies
and dearest friends. As I stand here and look out at you all, I see
a proud and honorable species. When the Decepticons threatened this
planet, you rose up and stood against their evil, even if it meant
your very lives. And we were there beside you, to help fight for
your world in a chance to not let their tyranny overtake it as our
own planet has. You would fight for freedom and peace just as we
would, and do whatever necessary to maintain it...no matter the cost.
I am honored today that
you have included us as members of your United Nations, making us
honorary citizens of the planet Earth. Cybertron, once it has been
liberated after our return, will grant you the same title on that
day. And as I finish my speech to you all, let me say this...In the
vast, dark recesses of space, millions of inhabited worlds like yours
and mine, look up and dream of possibilities for a better tomorrow.
Sometimes the darkness looks as though it will go on forever and
consume us all. But always know, that even in the darkest hour...a
light will shine through it and bring hope to those who have none
left. For that will be the day when the light of hope destroys the
darkness for good, it will show us the way back and bring us all into
focus again ...it will be the day...when all shall be one."
- Optimus Prime, Leader
of the Autobots
A statement made to the
members of the Earth United Nations one week after the Decepticons
Four months later...
On the scorching hot
desert sands of a mountainous region, a lone speeding vehicle drives
down a worn out path through the rocky plains of this never-ending
labyrinth. The blazing sun high above in the bright blue sky gave the
terrain an arid look, the breeze was low, the soil parched, and there
wasn't a cloud in the sky that would spell relief for this hostile
outdoors. As the vehicle zooms past a sharp turn, we see that it is a
small yellow Volkswagon Beetle with a large red Autobot symbol
sitting on the top of its' roof.
"I don't know where
to begin to explain, or even how to start to tell the story that has
changed my life forever." A human male voice soon says. "The
events that took place on this small blue planet have been
interesting to say the least. So I'll just give the basics and try
my best to fill in what has happened so far. It's been four long
months since the day the Autobots defeated the Decepticons, four
months to the day that their ship was sent to its doom as it crashed
into the Pacific Ocean and destroyed them all for good. With Megatron
finally out of their way, the peace loving Autobots can now return
home and begin a new life on their home world of Cybertron."
The car continues to
snake down the faint brown dirt road as the tires stir up the dust
behind it. The engine continues to roar as it builds up speed on the
man made car trail.
victory was heralded all over the world as the news channels showed
the truth of what had been happening, it was amazing to see how the
people of Earth gave these brave robots a parade like no other. The
United Nations welcomed the Autobots to Earth in a more official
capacity and even agreed to give their new allies a helping hand to
save their dying world. Energy, steel, water...whatever they needed
to get back home, I was just as shocked to see the world leaders
agree about anything...let alone as one voice to help a strange group
of robots from a distant world. It just goes to prove how
unpredictable...how refreshingly unified our people can truly be."
The car makes another
sharp turn and now cuts over to a newly made path just off of the
other one it was on. The sound of the gears changing and the tires
spinning in the loose dirt makes the car buckle and shake as it
treads over the unsettled carved out road.
"Speaking of which..."
The voice continues. "There was a massive change of all the
governments across the globe, rumors were saying that it was a huge
conspiracy and that everyone involved had ties to a secret plot to
take over the planet for themselves...or for one person. Not
surprising enough, it was only one man who sound the charge to this
radical reform. Senator Shawn Berger took his evidence right to the
U.N. itself and asked that all top levels of governments in every
country be replaced. After a quick session in a closed council room,
the world representatives were all questioned about what had been
discussed and Berger's recommendation for world reform followed
through. It must have been damning stuff for it to happen so
quickly, because the minute it did, they all started to up rise
against their own leaders. The same ones, who welcomed the Autobots
so openly, ended up going to jail or exile for betraying their own
people. Somehow I think I know who it was they were all linked too..."
"Hey Spike...you bout
done doing your little recap on that thing there? Sheesh..." A
robotic male voice now suddenly says sarcastically.
Inside the yellow car
was Spike Witwicky, dressed in blue jeans, a blue T-Shirt with a
white Autobot logo and brown hiking boots. In his hand was a small
hand held blue and black digital recording device. His dark brown
hair had now been cut to a neat look, and he was sporting a pair of
dark sunglasses over his eyes.
done. Don't you guys keep a journal or some sort of record of what
happened?" The young man laughingly says to the Transformer.
"We do...but we keep
it to ourselves and not blab it out for everyone else to hear. Your
boring me to tears for Primus's sake!"
"Ah Bumblebee, switch
off your audio receivers then...I'm doing this to keep a detailed
account of my life." Spike defensively rebukes. "Who knows...maybe
one day they'll make a book or a movie about it. Oh and did you
hear? They're asking permission to make toys out of you!"
"Don't remind me."
Bumblebee grumbles. "Humans...never seen such a species go crazy
over something as stupid as chunks of plastic."
"Just like a bunch of
transformable robots looking for Energon, huh? To each his own my
friend...to each his own." Spike laughs as he leans back in his
driver seat; the car drives by on its own and doesn't require him
to move the wheel at all.
As they ride over a
small dirt hill, the mountainside home of the Autobot's
headquarters could be seen rising over the trail. The newly made
road lead strait for the towering spire of rock, with a large
constructed barrier of metal and wire giving it a noticeable buffer
of the area around it. Just before Bumblebee got nearly half way
near the main gate, two large plasma cannons popped out from either
side of the road he was on and pointed over in his direction. The
small Autobot vehicle came to a screeching halt as he noticed the
weapons aiming right for him.
Spike wasn't prepared
for the sudden stop and wasn't even properly restrained in the
vehicle either. He quickly grabbed onto the car's driver wheel for
dear life as he rocked from the car coming to a rest.
"Ow! What's going
roadway device opened up and a large holographic image of Prowl's
head appeared before them.
shouted at it. "Hey what gives?! It's bad enough trying to keep
stable on this road without you springing some weapons on me!"
Prowl's voice echoes in the air. "This is a new protocol I've
decided to create in order to keep this place secure. We've had a
lot of news crews, whackos and the likes trying to get up here. Hey
Spike...how's it going?"
Spike just waves to the
massive holo-image of Prowl as it smiles at him.
"Ok Prowl just turn
off the guns and let us in will ya?" Bumblebee says with
"Sure thing." Prowl
states. "Just as soon as you give me your clearance
little yellow Volkswagon shouts again.
Just yanking your camshaft lil' buddy." He chuckles at him. "But
seriously, learn your code cause the next time this thing is going to
be on automatic."
"Yeah ok, whatever."
Bumblebee growls at him.
The weapons fold back
down into their hidden areas and the image of Prowl disappears.
Bumblebee continues to drive through and heads past the large metal
barriers that slide open an opening for him.
"Security my bumpers.
Nearly scares me half to death...I'll kick his back side for it..."
The Autobot mutters to himself.
As they drive up the
mountain and towards the Ark opening, Spike sits up and notices that
they're almost at the foot of it.
"Hey B-man, just drop
me off here will ya. I want walk the rest of the way."
"Sure thing Spike, I
want to go say a special hello to Prowl anyway." He says with an
Spike gets out of the
car as it comes to a stop and shuts the Autobot's door afterwards.
supposed to be securing the Ark. So try not to be too hard on him."
"I can't promise
anything Spike...but gentle is the one thing I won't after his
The yellow Volkswagon
peels his tires and zips down into the long hall into the embedded
ship. Spike just shakes his head and tries to envision what might
happen when Bumblebee gets a hold of Prowl. The thought makes him
giggle and quietly laugh as he continues to walk in the vast Ark
passageway. As he strolls along, a few Autobots come walking past
him and greet him warmly.
"Hey guys!" Spike
"Oh, hi there Spike."
Huffer says raising his shining chrome hand.
"Spike my man, what's
eating Bumblebee...he's rushing down the way like a wild bot."
really itching to say hello to someone."
Suddenly a loud
crashing noise is heard and the voices of the two Autobots, Bumblebee
and Prowl, are screaming at one another. Spike shrugs his shoulders
and smiles at the two Autobots laughing at the sound. The young man
continues down the long hall and speaks into his digital recorder
again as he remembers it's still in his hand.
was I? Oh yeah...now that the Autobots are fully stocked and ready to
begin construction of the new ship, Optimus Prime has been quietly in
the main assembly room or bridge if you will, for sometime. He
seemed somewhat pre-occupied after the U.N. meeting and has been
watching news clips of all the times the Decepticons and his Autobots
have battled. Wheeljack has also been acting rather odd, instead of
focusing on designing a new ship; he seems to be sticking to newly
constructed lab just outside the Ark. Maybe it's just me...but I
think these two have more pressing thoughts on their minds other then
going home. Well, guess that's all for today's message...this is
Spike signing off."
He shuts the device off
and places it into his back pocket. Once he places it in, he finally
arrives at the main large archway of the control bridge. Upon
entering it, he notices Optimus Prime sitting at the large monitor of
Telatran One and still scanning news images of the previous
Autobot/Decepticon battle. His eyes, as bright blue and hauntingly
glowing as they are, reflect the various images as it flickers off
the screen. Each time the image stops, it focuses on the humans and
of the captured moments of the large laser blast that sent the
Decepticon ship into the ocean.
me a new satellite shot of the human military instillation called
Area 51 again."
electronic dull male-sounding voice of the computer replies to the
The orbiting space
satellite of human design activates and obeys the Autobot computer's
commands. It's high-resolution camera zooms down at the location
from above and shows Optimus Prime the layout of the place in great
detail. The place almost looks deserted but still highly protected by
various electrical fences and a few military guards. As the giant
red robot stares from under his blue helmeted head, Spike walks up
beside him and tries to snap Prime out of his gaze.
"Nobody home in there
Prime looks down beside
his chair and sees the small human friend.
"Hello Spike, no the
place is still very active...just not on the surface. Telatran One
can't seem to penetrate their underground operations; we can't
even seem to go beyond this point on here. Archeville is up to
something new...I just know it."
"So why didn't you
go in there and take him on?" Spike inquires. "It's been four
months and you haven't even made a budge."
"I was rather hoping
your own world governments would handle this. After all, this is
your planet's concern...not ours."
Spike folds his arms as
he looks at the leader, "Oh really? Then I suppose your 'concern'
didn't interfere with your return flight home? Come on Optimus...you
guys could have built your space ship at any given time and left here
already. What's the real reason, huh?"
Prime looks around for
a second to see if anyone else is in the room and then leans over to
Spike as he explains.
"Alright Spike, but
just don't spread this around...at least...not yet anyway. I have
reason to believe that if we attempted such a thing, that Archeville
would once again raise his weapon and try to sabotage our flight.
After witnessing the destructive power of the laser they used on
Megatron's ship, my concern is for the safety for my men and
perhaps your people as well. I've been waiting to see if he'll
open up the weapon again so I can have a better look at it. So
far...nothing. I don't even know if Archeville is still on the
base grounds anymore...this secret he so intent on protecting...this
Project N...I've got to discover what it is before he creates yet
another horrible weapon, one that might be a danger to the lives of
millions of people...Cybertronian and Earthmen alike."
"Well...I've got to
hand it to the madman." Spike says rubbing his head thinking about
it. "He is pretty creative. He's managed to even keep the
military at bay for this long...and that kinda scares me."
"It scares me too
Spike..." Prime says as he looks back at the monitor squinting.
"There's no telling of what is to come yet from this dangerous
Deep below in the
Pacific Ocean, where the light almost fades into the darkness of the
vast, vacant waters of hull crushing depths, three streamline black
looking submarine like crafts voyage through the pitch black murky
water. The hulls looked modified with a dark purple structure
running all along the sides of the ship. In between the cracks of
where the metal parted in some areas was a strange dimming glow of
neon like lights peering out of them. Silent and swiftly they planed
through the water, only a faint hum could be heard from behind if one
were to come near it at close range. These were vessels that no one
could detect, not even from a high orbit above the Earth, for these
where ghost submarines of a most un-natural design.
Inside the leading
submarine, sitting in the command bridge that looked more like
something of a science fiction novel then an actual submarine vessel
would have inside, was an old Caucasian man sipping on a cup of tea.
The chair was black in leather, with a belt harness behind him that
wasn't being used; all around the chair were brass rails that
separated his seat from the rest of the deck. His teacup was bone
white china with a blue embroidered design on the sides and had a
saucer to match as it was clutched in his other hand. The man was
sporting black pants and a black turtle neck that gave him a very
comfortable look, his dark navy blue jacket rest on the side arm of
his chair as he leaned on it with his left elbow. The entire room
was filled with strange looking computers, men dressed almost the
same as he where running around and operating the various stations.
A female African American officer was steering the helm of the
submarine, she maneuvered the vessel with just a small chrome
driver's wheel in her hands. She kept her eyes focused on the many
electronic displays telling her of her distance, depth and speed of
which the craft was moving.
"We're nearing the
next targeted area Doctor Archeville." The female pilot informed
"Very good helm.
Signal the fleet to reduce speed and begin the search immediately."
He commanded her as he placed his tea down on a small glass table in
front of him. "And give me a direct link to A-51 headquarters...I
want to speak with Mr. West."
online sir..." She says back after checking the console. "He's
demanding to talk to you personally."
"On speakers Ms.
A quick snap of
electronic static and the voice of Mr. West can be heard in the room
with absolute clarity.
"West here Doctor.
I've been trying to hail you for hours now." He says with a
Archeville leans back
in his chair and folds his hands together. "I know...we've been
in deep waters and transmission has been unusually choppy at best.
What is this urgent matter Mr. West?"
"Sir, the Autobots
are continually trying to use Telatran One to scan this base. We've
been monitoring the signals for some time and we feel that they may
eventually target us for an attack soon."
"Your worries are
unfounded Commander West." Archeville sighs. "They've had the
chance to raid our facilities for four months now. I highly doubt
they will attempt such an operation without the world's permission.
But since I have no more of my contacts in the government to tell me
otherwise...you must prepare for any contingency."
"Yes sir." West
replies back. "I still can't believe our organization was
disassembled so quickly. They found every one of your plants across
the globe in a matter of weeks. Are you certain that you can still
remain safe in those waters out there? It's possible they're
looking for you in just about every inch of the planet by now."
Archeville rises out of
his chair and places his arms behind his back, the frustration of
being a hunted man tightens his fists and makes him pace while he
speaks to the nervous commander.
"Yes, how dare they
even attempt such a foolish thing. Curse them all...and curse those
Autobots for helping them look for me. But we all know it was Chip
Chase's files that gave that stupid Senator my every contact. I
should have never trusted General Pressman to oversee their
destruction as he arrested the Chase boy. I should have handled that
minor incident myself...but...what's done is done. Speaking of
Chip Chase...is he ready to give me more information on the Project
"He's been very
forth coming in the data sir." West announces with pride. "Your
little threat to him seemed to increase his productivity ten fold."
commander...excellent." The doctor grins. "Now all we need to do
is find the Decepticon wreckage and bring it all back to the base for
"How is it going if I
may be so bold to ask?"
The old man sat back in
his chair and gave a sour face. "The ocean is a harsh mistress my
dear Mr. West. It's like there's no trace of them anywhere on
the bottom of this watery grave of theirs. I don't understand how
we cannot detect their signatures at all...let alone a single scrap
from their vessel. We're going to scan this area and then move to
the lower depths of the ocean floor canyon. I'm afraid that
contact will not be possible for some time. So, your orders are to
protect the base at all costs and keep the secret of Project N with
your very lives. Is that understood?"
"Oh and West..."
Archeville adds. "You are now the leading head of operations of the
base in my absence...you are to also take charge of Level 13. If
something should go wrong...you must also carry out my other
instructions for that other project. Clear?"
"Yes sir." The
commander responds again. "I will follow your orders to the letter
sir. Happy hunting...West out."
The commander's voice
snaps off and the sub becomes silent again. Archeville rubs his chin
in thought as he wonders as to where the Decepticon's debris field
could be. The ocean is vast with many deep canyons and cracks that
go beyond were no sub could travel. Even with modifications, they
are stretching the safety limits of this vessel as it is, if they
were to dive down too deep and to a point where they could not escape
the crushing pressure...the mission and their lives could be over.
But Archeville is determined to locate the wreckage and return with
the alien robot technology he craves so much. Grabbing his tea
again, he takes another sip from it and sits up in his chair.
"Helm...give me a
status report." The old man commands.
"All ships have
scanned the area sir. No debris or signatures found." She says
glancing back at him.
"Very well. Tell the
fleet to move to the canyon location and prepare for crushing depth.
Let's be bold and see what lies in wait for us there."
"Aye sir." She
The three dark stealth
submarines speed up and travel together as they move to the gaping
canyon floor that lies a few miles away from them. Still silent in
their motion, the ships disappear into the blackness of the ocean
deep like cruising sharks.