Deep within the darkest recesses of Cybertron, a computer like no other came to life.
Ancient as time itself, the sentient computer had sensed a great disturbance coursing
throughout ... HIM, and the computer was a part of HIM. All that HE knew, the golden and silver
computer knew as well. On the surface, a familiar name and presence had infiltrated HIS body, and
such blasphemy would not be tolerated. Yet, to act directly would alert the OTHER to HIS presence, and
the time had not come for that confrontation. And so the living extension, this super computer known
as Vector Sigma, began formulating a plan that would destroy the mad plans of the one who dared corrupt
HIS dream.
A deep, metallic voice finally announced:
"The scan is complete. DNA subjects suitable to task have been located. Beginning protoform transfer."
From far above the computer, within giantic metallic cylinders, gears and servos whirred into action, moving
eight of the glistening cylinders directly in front of an opening. The extending arms moved the cylinders before
the computer, turning them as if the computer were contemplating the fates before it. The machines then moved the
cylinders within its own body.
"The Transformation begins. These shall be the new children of Cybertron. With this organic essence, they shall be protected
from the ravages of the virus above. Their strength will be doubled and their senses and reflexes enhanced." The great machine
began to glow with a light that seemed to originate from everywhere all at once. The white light began to center towards the
middle the machine, reaching a blazing intensity that would have blinded all who might have witnessed the event. The cold, yet magnificent
voice spoke again as the cylinders were deployed from the computer.
"Rise forth, great warriors. Your true journey is about to begin." Five of the eight
bodies rose as commanded, the other three remainig in stasis lock at the behest of the great computer.
Cybertronian bodies unlike any before stood before the machine, looking up in awe. A complete melding
of organic tissue and Cybertronian alloys, the warriors, in beast mode, awaited their instructions.
"You, who were once known as Autobots, are know part of the new branch." The voice increased in intensity. "Maximals, a
great evil has overrun the planet, and it now falls to you to destroy that evil before it destroys us all." A hollgraphic
representation of Megatron, hooked into his robotic vest, floated before the Maximals.
"This is your quary ... Megatron! You will go forth and be the architect of his demise. Be warned, however, that you will face endless legions
of mindless drones, imbued with but a single purpose, the destruction of all Cybertronian life! Listen carefully warriors, for this is what you must do."
The five warriors gathered closer to Vector Sigma, tendrils of smoke still rising from their newly recreated bodies.
In the great cavern, below the depths of Cybertron, a plan for salvation began forming.
