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Timeframes, speech and AlleyBot info

"-" = speech

:italics: = telepathy

Italics = singing/humming

{speech} = com's

[speech] = bond

Orn= 1 Cybertronian month

12 orns=1 vorn

Vorn=1 Cybertronian year

1 vorn = 100 Earth years

Bay verse with some G1 elements (like Ratchet is going to have his G1 colours and no Sam. BUT! Lennox, Epps and Graham are gonna have major roles because they're just that awesome!)

AlleyBot races: they don't look like regular Cybertronians because I wanted them to be unique, like the different frame types already present on Cybertron (Praxians, Seekers etc.) . I can't draw Transformers worth a damn though so images on my DeviantArt profile are a bit thin on the ground, I have done a few humanformer versions though. What AlleyBot's call legacies are additional mod's they're sparked with like warp drives, shield generators and the like. A Prime legacy is exactly that, but it is a modification made by the Matrix when it chooses it's bearer. Hope this clears things up for later in the story. Any questions, just ask.

Kaonite AlleyBot's: anthro dragons (blue or blue-violet optics)

Simfurian AlleyBot's: anthro gryffins (grey optics)

Iaconian AlleyBot's: centaurs (red optics)

Polyhexian AlleyBot's: anthro cheetahs (yellow optics)

Praxian AlleyBot's: anthro wolves (purple optics)

Vosian AlleyBot's: anthro Pegasus (orange optics)

Protihexian AlleyBot's: anthro eagles(white optics)

Tarnite AlleyBot's: anthro lions (green optics)

Prologue

Now

"Grandpa! Grandpa! They're here!"

The old, grey haired man looked up from his book and smiled as his gaggle of grandchildren came charging over. They all pointed at three vehicles just pulling into the dusty yard in front of the ranch house. Two sleek, almost identical Corvettes parked alongside an enormous Mack semi. On an unspoken signal the trio of vehicles transformed, the Mack-former grinning down at the old human.

"Yew doin' alright Will?"

Will gave a tired smile as his grandchildren swarmed around the three bot's feet.

"Nightfire! Sunny! Sides! You promised a story next time you came!"

The red Corvette laughed as he carefully sat down, his golden twin following. Almost immediately they had children climbing up onto their knees to listen.

"That we did sparklets. What do you wanna hear?"

"Story about Nightfire!"

All three bot's laughed at the children's determination, they had been wanting a story about Nightfire for ages.

Nightfire smiled gently at the kids.

"How 'bout we tell yew lot 'bout where we come from, an' how we met yer gramps?"

The children all cheered and settled down, eagerly waiting for the story. Even Will had come off the porch and had found a chair to sit on so he could listen.

"This story begins several vorns ago …"

Then

"PRIMUS FRAGGIT! Ah'm gonna kill ya fer doin' dis ta meh!"

She glared at her wide -opticed mate with burning blue optics as she crushed his hand, another contraction racking her malnourished frame. The medic scanned the snarling Kaonite femme in front of him. He cursed quietly as he dodged an outstretched wing that whistled past his face plates.

"OK, I think we're nearly there now, he's almost ready."

All this got the poor Iaconian was a growl; so bopping the in-labour femme on the nose with a spanner seemed the less suicidal idea than opening his mouth and furthering the femmes rage. She continued to scream creative threats as to what was going to happen to her mate's interface equipment if he ever came near her again while desperately pushing to give birth to her child. Both he and the medic shuddered at the creativity of her threats. With a final push and a roar, everyone present was greeted by the soft cries of the new-born. The new father directed his violet optics towards his new-born as he sought to extract his mangled hand from his mate's grip. He winced as he attempted to flex the crushed digits.

"Only da one?"

She rolled her optics at him in amusement and nodded towards the new-born in her arms.

"Yeh, now shut da slag up an' come meet ya son ya lug'ead."

The new sire laughed slightly, rubbing the back of his head with his less damaged hand.

"We was thinkin' triplets...'specially wit' 'ow big ya was gettin'"

The AlleyBot had to quickly lean back to dodge the angry punch aimed at his midsection. His mate threw him an evil look that made him shiver. Note to self: never irritate his mate when she's in this state.

"SHADDUP an' come say hi!"

As the new parents looked over their new-born son, he blinked enormous electric blue-violet optics at them. The femme snuggled the large drakelet into her chest plates and smiled, humming a soothing lullaby.

"Nightfire … mah little Nightfire."