A/N: So, I'm finally back with the next chapter! First, I would like to say thanks to all of the reviews and follows and all. Second, I want to address something: Constantly asking when the next chapter will be ready won't make me go faster. It will make me feel rushed and less likely to write.

Anyway, last chapter I said this would be an epic chapter. Unfortunately, when I began writing, the chapter kind of took a more tame path. Next chapter will be big though. Until then, enjoy this nearly 5000 word chapter.

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Quintessa's Observation Room—Cybertron

"My Maker… I do."

Quintessa smiled. She honestly thought the Prime was unbreakable. She feared that if she pushed anymore, that her creation would… expire. But what she had done was enough. Her Last Knight was truly hers again.

The sorceress gave a signal to Infernocus. Prime was then pulled back until his pedes were on solid ground before his chains were released. He fell to his knee-joints, his body still recovering from the electrical torment. After several moment, Prime still had not moved from his spot. It worried the sorceress.

"Prime," Quintessa said to gain his attention.

His helm rose and his optics met Quintessa's, his deep purple optics. "Yes, My Maker?"

"What are your damages?"

"Self-repair systems are currently working on fried circuitry of my CPU. Weapon systems currently offline. Transformation Cog took slight electrical damage. Estimated time for full repair is twelve minutes."

The way Prime spoke was something to take note of. His voice was strained. Not due to pain, though. Prime's mind was fighting her control, unsuccessfully. It did not seem to pose a problem now. Quintessa would deal with it if it did, though. For now, she had to put her plan in motion before Cybertron reached Earth.

"Can you stand?" She asked.

Prime nodded and rose to his pedes. "I await your command."

Quintessa's smile grew. "First, you will need a new name. Optimus was a librarian and a deviant who challenged my rule. From here on out, you shall be known as Nemesis Prime, the Last Knight of Cybertron and servant to me." The goddess flew around him. "Second, what do you know of a being called Unicron?"

"The Chaos Bringer," Nemesis acknowledged. "I read about him in the Iacon Hall of Records. The texts said he was brother to Primus. He sought to bring about darkness to the Universe. Primus fought his brother for eons, the tides turning in favor to the other countless times. It was only when Primus made the original Thirteen Primes that he was finally able to defeat Unicron and cast him out to the stars."

The goddess scoffed. "That's what the fairy tails say." She ran her digits along Nemesis' shoulder-joint. "What if I told you that Unicron was never truly defeated. He may have been cast out, but the Destroyer of Worlds was never truly defeated."

Prime's optics widened. "You mean Unicron still lives?"

"Indeed, my creation. Unicron slumbered in stasis for eons. As he slept, regaining his strength, space debris gathered around him due to gravitational force. More and more debris gathered until the mass grew to the size of a planet. You know this planet quite well, in fact."

"Earth."

"Yes. The home to your precious humans is the sworn enemy of your home. And he's about to awaken."

"Then we must stop him!"

"We shall, Nemesis. I already have a plan. This plan shall also breathe life back into Cybertron."

"How?"

Starting back towards the inner chamber, Quintessa gestured for Nemesis to follow. As expected, he did. He followed his Creator to the large engraved wall. The twelve knights engraved across the center of the wall caught his attention.

Quintessa ran the palm of her servo over one of the knights as she began. "I created the Knights of Cybertron to defend the planet and explore the space beyond Cybertron. First I created twelve of them. Then four more to serve as Vanguard to Cybertron. Then you. Although, somewhere along the line you became a librarian in Iacon. As I was saying. The original twelve sought out to undermine me long before I could properly complete you. They even brought the Vanguards to the side. They attacked me. Stole away from me my very own Staff."

Prime looked to Quintessa. "What was important about your Staff?"

"I'm glad you asked. My Staff amplified my abilities a thousand fold. It allowed me to do things I could not do alone. The Twelve wanted that power for themselves, so they stole it. I was left weakened and without my Staff, I could not complete you in time to go after them. It was years before I was able to finish you, but it was too late. The Twelve had escaped, eventually giving the Staff to your humans, so I set you free onto Cybertron as Orion Pax. The same one who went from librarian to Prime. The same one who caused the death of Cybertron." Nemesis nearly recoiled physically at the last bit. "So you say you seek redemption, Prime? This is how you do it. Go to Earth, retrieve my Staff, and gain your redemption. With my Staff, I will drain the Earth's core, Unicron's Spark, and use its energy to restore Cybertron. This is my mission to you, Nemesis Prime. Do you understand what it means?"

Nemesis looked down and blinked a few times before looking back up with a determined expression. "I do. If Earth has to die for Cybertron to live, so be it."

Quintessa waved her servos around. Prime's shield and sword glided through the air to their owner. He took the shield in hand and placed the blade on his backplates.

"Then go," Quintessa ordered. "Go and bring me what was stolen. Do not fret about searching long. I believe the humans will lead you to it."

She watched as her creation turned around and jogged out of the chamber. The sound of his thrusters activating could be heard. Quintessa moved back into the observation room and watched as Nemesis Prime soared through space towards the green and blue planet.

South Dakota, USA

Commander Santos stared at the fiery wreckage of armored SUVs. That alien surprised them. The ones that turned into damn dinosaurs. The ones the TRF barely had an intel on since their appearance at Hong Kong. Burst right out of the ground and crushed the vehicles filled with his men. Count was at a dozen dead with several severely injured. And the Colonel wanted to go easy. You don't got easy with those things. The only thing you could do was take them down hard. All of them.

Footsteps approached from behind. Santos knew who it was, so he whirled around to face Lennox.

"Those were my men," he said angrily, jabbing a finger in the direction of the carnage. "You think they aren't all the same still?"

"I told you that they will defend themselves if they were cornered," Lennox retorted. His expression softened. "I'm sorry about your men. They were okay guys."

"Save your sorry for someone who cares what comes from your mouth." Santos walked pass Lennox, knocking his shoulder into the other man's.

The death of several his men wasn't the only thing bad that happened today. Yeager escaped. After he took out the main drone, Santos had to rely on scouts to tell him what was going on. Apparently a human sized bot came and took Yeager and the yellow alien in an old World War Two bomber and flew off. The other aliens and fugitives were gone with the wind as well, last seen heading south. TRF's best option was rely on the trackers on the aliens Barricade and Megatron.

"Adams, bring up global tracking," Santos ordered, coming around to the back of one of the TRF's SUVs. A series of monitors and computer equipment was set up. Some was used for drone control… well, before Yeager took them out.

"Uh, sir," the computer tech Adams began with an uneasy tone. "I don't think that will be necessary."

"Why is that?"

Adams pointed to the skies to the east. "That's why."

Santos followed with his eyes to see a jet far in the distance but approaching fast. Even from this distance, he could tell that it wasn't of human origin.

The TRF commander pressed a finger to his earpiece to contact all TRF in the area. "Be advised! NBE-One is en route. Do not fire unless instructed to, but be on alert."

As Santos watched Megatron approach, Lennox hurried to his side just as two more jets streaked overhead and fell into formation behind the Decepticon leader.

"Let me handle this," Lennox said.

"Yeah, because everything you've done so far has been helpful," Santos bit back.

Besides rolling his eyes, Lennox didn't respond.

Megatron nosedived, transforming moments before colliding with the ground and sliding across the asphalt. He observed all the human soldiers around him. Each one pointed a rifle in his direction. They became visibly more uneasy once Nitro and Blast Off landed beside him. Good. These humans feared them as they should, even if they tried to hide it behind training and experience.

"Aw, look," Nitro commented. "They think they look threatening. How cute?"

"Quiet," Megatron ordered as he walked forward to meet Lennox. When he got within hearing distance, he glowered down at the Colonel. "Things did not go as planned, human."

"So you didn't get what you wanted?" Lennox asked, a hint of smugness finding its way into his voice.

"No. Cade Yeager had the assistance of a Knight. I pulled back before my soldiers could be overpowered. I had not anticipated that."

"A Knight?" Santos questioned.

"You know very little of my planet's history, human," Megatron scowled. "Not that your tiny, insignificant mind could handle it all if you were told anyway."

Santos was about to say something back when Lennox cut in. "Why are you here, Megatron?"

"Last trajectory of Yeager put him flying to the country you call England. Not all of my soldiers possess the ability of flight. I require the use of one of your larger human aircraft to transport them over."

Lennox narrowed his eyes. "And why should I allow that?"

"The sooner I can take what's mine, the sooner I can leave this wretched planet. I need my soldiers to assure that. So, you will make it happen."

Lennox had a brief stare down with the Decepticon before finally nodding. "Fine. I'll arrange transport."

The Decepticon leader left it at that. He turned to his two soldiers. "Decepticons, follow." Megatron jumped into the air, twisting as sections of armor began to shift and move. Before the TRF could properly tell, Megatron was blasting into the air at max speeds. Nitro and Blast Off followed suit.

Once away from the humans, Megatron addressed him followers. "Continue to England. I have business to attend to elsewhere. Await my return."

He did not wait for a response. He simply veered away from the other two Decepticons and flew into another direction at mach six.

Namibia, Location of one of Unicron's Horns

Megatron landed at the base of one of the massive Horns that had pierced through the earth around the world. He did not require to say anything or activate anything. The Decepticon warlord merely walked forward and a passage opened up for him.

It was as he remembered the last time he was inside one of the Horns. A criss-cross of metal beams made of the same black metal that the Horns were comprised of. Then there was the aura of the place. It was… dark. Not in terms of lighting, his optics could adjust for that, but of the general feel of it all. It felt unnatural. But there was also the promise of something powerful. Something he wanted.

He came upon a deep drop at the end of the passage. Seeing no other place to go, Megatron stepped over the edge and let himself take the several second fall to the bottom. There was a resounding clang as he landed in a crouch at the bottom. Standing again, he found himself in a chamber similar to the one he came across years ago.

"Unicron," Megatron called out.

From the center of the chamber, shards of metal began to rise and take shape. They climbed to a towering height, double that of Megatron's. Seconds later, the avatar of Unicron opened its optics.

"Megatron," Unicron stated. "I do not remember summoning you. This best be important."

Megatron stepped forward. "It is, my lord. I am close to retrieving a talisman that will reveal the location of the Staff of which you seek. I came here to inform you that the next time we meet, I will possess Quintessa's Staff. You will be free of this prison, and I will return to a rejuvenated Cybertron."

Unicron did not speak immediately after. He held Megatron in a scrutinizing gaze before saying, "You hold such arrogance." Megatron optics widened at the comment. He went to reply but the Chaos Bringer continued. "You see us as equals. You are nothing compared to me. A bug in the presence of a god. Remember, if I wish Cybertron destroyed utterly, it will be. If I wish this planet to die, it will. If I wish to obliterate you, I will!"

Megatron scowled. No one talked to the Champion of the Pits like that. Well, anyone who did was no longer living. But this was Unicron. He could not simply kill him. He was a god.

"But while you speak of the Staff, you haven't mention the Matrix," Unicron pointed out.

"I plan to use the Staff as bait for Optimus," Megatron explained.

The Chaos Bringer went to speak again but stopped. He closed his optics and looked to the ceiling. A long sigh came from him. "It grows ever closer. The last Prime is almost near. Go. Reach the Staff before he does. Or I will find someone more competent to do so."

Megatron narrowed his optics but said nothing. He turned around and transformed, flying up the tunnel he dropped from. Not stopping, he turned and flew down the passage and out of the horn. England awaited him. The talisman would be his. The Staff would then be his. Unicron would have nothing then. Yes… once he knew how to use the Staff, Megatron's options would be endless.

Ellsworth Air Force Base, South Dakota

Lennox had just got authorization from General Morshower to give the Decepticons transport to England in a C-17. He didn't like it though. Didn't like working with Megatron like this. But he had to. They needed to secure whatever he was after. At least it was nighttime and the base was quiet save for the plane, a group of rowdy 'Cons, and a larger group of cautious TRF soldiers.

"You're just gonna give them whatever they want, huh?" Santos said as he walked up to the Colonel.

Due to being slightly taller, Lennox looked down at the TRF commander. "My orders are to assist Megatron until he finds what he wants. Then I'm going to put him down. If you got a problem with that, take it up with General Morshower. If you don't want to do that, shut your mouth and stop complaining. I don't like this deal anymore than you do."

The quick wail of sirens caused both men to turn and look at it's source. The only custom Ford Mustang Saleen police car they knew of pulled up and transformed into the Decepticon Barricade.

"What?" Lennox asked simply.

Barricade narrowed his optics at the human's curt question. "The moment we get into the aircraft, I want it airborne. I do not wish to waste time."

"Oh, trust me, the sooner you leave, the better."

The Decepticon enforcer huffed but said nothing more before transforming and driving off.

"I think we can agree on one thing," Santos said, watching Barricade approach the ramp of the plane.

"That one is a dick," Lennox said without missing a beat.

"Uh-huh."

Edmund Burton's Mansion, England

To say the flight was uncomfortable would have been an understatement. It was hot. It was cramped. No bathroom on board to use. Nothing to eat or drink. The pilot was some ninja robot butler from Hell. To top it all off, the plane felt like it was going to fall apart at any moment. Cade would have listed it very low on his list of favorable experiences.

Anyway, the robot butler named Cogman led him and Bumblebee up the driveway to a castle-looking mansion. The thing looked like it was pulled straight out of some King Arthur story. The walls were spotted with moss and vines. It just held the vibe of being old yet sturdy. And at the end of the driveway was an older gentleman and a… reddish-orange Mark IV World War One tank.

"I hope you had a nice flight," the old man said when the trio finally made it.

"It was the worst flight of my life," Cade said dryly. "Now would you mind explaining to me as to why psycho ninja here," he jabbed a thumb at Cogman, "just flew me halfway across the world saying that I'm needed and stuff?"

The tank that stood behind the old man began to move. It rolled a few feet before the metal plating began sliding and shifting. Moments later, a Cybertronian with a blue visor instead of optics stood with the main cannon and two side cannons of his alt-mode forming a triangle in the center of his chest.

"Bumblebee!" He announced loudly in a gruff voice (not British sounding at all), spreading his servos out. He walked up and gave the Autobot scout a crushing hug. "I haven't seen ya since the general evacuation from Cybertron! How have ya been, buddy?" The mech lead Bee off to the side.

Cade looked back to the old man. "You're running some kind of bot sanctuary, huh?"

The old man nodded. "Precisely so. Once the TRF was established, I got out word that here would be safe harbor. I have all those that arrive hide as older vehicles; it lets me claim they are part of my collection. Unfortunately, only four besides Cogman have come. Warpath," he gestured to the mech, "is our most recent arrival." He shook his head. "Anyway, I believe we got off topic. You wish to know why you're here."

Cade nodded. "Uh, yeah. If I don't get answers soon, I'm walking."

"But you wanna know, don't you? Why you," the old man moved Cade's sleeve up with his cane to reveal the talisman latched onto Cade's upper arm, "and that are so important?"

The whine of a sports car engine echoed around them, getting louder as it approached from the driveway.

"Ah," the old man said. "I do so love perfect timing."

A Lamborghini Aventador stopped a ways down the driveway. The good opened up and shot out a woman. The Aventador began to transform in a break dance style into a black and orange mech. Cade looked on with amusement as the woman freaked out, even using a golf club as a weapon.

"So, is this a kidnapping in progress or her first Transformers experience?" Cade asked.

After a slight pause, the old man replied with, "It's both, really."

Both men and three mechs watched in amusement as the black and orange mech tried to calm the woman. She even hit his servo with the golf club, breaking the club in half. When the woman fell backwards and rolled down the little hill by the driveway, the mech gave a shrug to the others.

"She is very difficult," the mech said in a heavy French accent.

"Well," the old man turned to face Cade, "how about we go inside? Proper introductions can be made then. I'll have Cogman escort you to your room. There are clothes there. The ones you currently wear seem to have seen better days."

Taking a glance at the holes torn through his shirt, Cade responded with a simple, "Uh-huh."

The old man gave Cogman the order to take the inventor to his room while he tried to calm their new arrival. As Cade walked through the mansion, his eyes were drawn to all sorts of things. A set of medieval knight armor (big surprise there, being in England in a castle). Some portraits. A vase or two. But the deeper he walked into the place, the more he noticed some items. One such item was a bust of a knight only this one looked strikingly similar to the statues he saw on Lockdown's ship a few years prior. Then Cade saw some paintings. He knew what they were of without a doubt.

Transformers.

Cade was about to ask about them when Cogman stopped by a door.

"Here is your room, sir," the robot servant said hurriedly. "Now, please enter, get changed, then report to the room at the end of the hall swiftly." He then turned and walked down the hall.

Rolling his eyes, Cade did just that. He went in, changed out of his dirty and torn clothing and into the clean set left on the bed for him, then began towards the room indicated. Cade took his time though. He examined a few paintings on the wall. One was from about the World War One era. Another was from medieval times. Each one had a Transformer in it.

Upon entering the room, Cade saw the old man already in there by an open window near the corner. Cogman was setting out cups for tea.

"Ah, Cade," the old man acknowledged his appearance. "Have a seat. We'll have proper introductions when Vivian arrives."

Simply nodding, Cade sat down in the closest chair. Cogman came by and began filling up a cup for him.

Moments later, Cade heard the telltale sound of high heels tapping rhythmically on hardwood floor. The sight of the end of a black dress caused him to look up. He blinked, eyes widening as if he was just taken by surprise by someone slapping him. The woman who had just been freaking out nearly half an hour ago was now calm and composed. A stylish black dress that outline the curves of her body tastefully.

"Hey, what's up?" Was the first thing Cade said. All he got was a look that easily read as 'oh, please'.

"Since everyone is now here, I believe introductions are finally in order," the old man said. "I am Edmund Burton. Twelfth Earl of Folgan and last surviving member of the Order of Witwitcans."

From the open window, the black and orange mech poked his helm into the room.

That gained the attention of Vivian who asked, "Must he loom like that?"

"Bonjour, cheri," the mech said in French. "Je m'appel, Hot Rod."

Due to his accent, Vivian could not understand what he said "Ot what?"

"Hot Rod."

"Ut Rut?"

"Hot Rod!"

Burton stepped in to clarify. "Hot. Rod." The mech nodded. "It's his French accent."

"Is he French?" She asked.

"No, he just likes the accent."

"No!" Hot Rod exclaimed. "No, no, no, no. I hate the accent! But I can't get rid of it. I am stuck with accent!"

"He's a soldier, Miss Vivian," Burton explained. "He swore an oath to your father to protect you."

"Oh," was all Vivian could respond with.

"Some dad you got there," Cade commented. "That's a nice ride. I mean, you could ride up to Buckingham Palace in that thing."

Vivian looked at Cade. "Okay. You. American man. Shut it." Then she looked to Burton. "What am I doing here?"

"Yeah, why is she here?" Cade asked in turn.

"Introduction," Burton said. "Miss Vivian Wembly: Master of History, Oxford; Doctor of Philosophy, also Oxford; and Doctor of Letters, Oxford again, I think. Anything else? Anyway, meet Cade."

Cade waited a moment for Burton to continue, but when he didn't he took it upon himself to do so. "Yeager. Cade Yeager. I'm an inventor."

"Oh?" Vivian sounded surprised. "You're an inventor?"

"Yes, I am."

"What have you invented?"

"A lot of things."

"Like?"

"Like a lot of this. Like things that you've heard of."

Vivian repeated her previous question.

"Well, things that you will have heard of. Patents are pending."

"Ah." Vivian simply responded with.

Cade looked at her. "'Ah'? What's 'ah'? You know I can do that to: 'ah, I'm English and I'm too cool for feelings." He looked to Burton. "What did I come here to be insulted by some over-educated Ivy tower princess in a stripper dress?"

The expression on Burton's face was highly amused. "Stripper?"

Vivian herself was also amused. "Only in America is a finer education an insult. And if my dress is making you uncomfortable, then maybe I could take it off."

After that last comment, Cade mindlessly nodded. "Okay."

On the other side of the room, Cogman's right optic twitched. He jumped over the table and leaped on Cade, knock the chair he was in onto the ground. Cogman began choking Cade.

"Shall I take his head off, madam?" He asked.

"Tempting," Vivian said in amusement, "but I can defend my own honour."

"Oh, but I do so want to crush his windpipe!"

"I told you, Cogman, you need to learn to control that impulse," Burton said. "Channel it into other things."

At last, Cogman released Cade, who began taking in large gulps of air. "Yes, my lord. Like making beds. Or cooking food. Or polishing the silver." Cogman bent down and lifted Cade's chair back up into the correct position. "I am trying, my lord."

Before things went astray anymore, Burton led everyone into another room. It was a dining room. On the walls held paintings. Burton explained they were his predecessors. All Folgans. The next room that he led them into was quite the show.

Paintings and statues all over. Cade saw more transformers in paintings and pictures. Burton began listing off people who were part of the Witwitcans. Some small statues were of transformers. Burton even kept one that turned onto a watch in a bulletproof case. He said the thing killed Hitler.

But all of those people Burton listed all kept the secret of the transformers on Earth. It honestly blew Cade's mind. Burton even had a Witwitcan family tree that spanned back over forty generations all the way back to Merlin the fairy tale wizard. Even Vivian's father was a member.

"See, it all began in 480 A.D. when King Arthur and his wizard Merlin stared down and vanquished the Saxon hordes at Monbadon," Burton told them. He then pointed to a set of weapons on a table. "Those are his sword and mace there." He led then outside.

"It's a myth," Vivian said.

"And every myth, every legend, every story whispered around a campfire has a logical explanation."

"And I whole-heartedly agree with that, but logic left the building. You're talking about magic."

Cade scoffed. "What, like your walking, talking Lamborghini? Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic."

Vivian turned around to face him. "Arthur C. Clark. Impressive."

Burton continued to lead the two other humans to a sort of church-like building. Inside, the ceiling was high up. The windows were high up. It held an air of importance. And in the center of the building was a uniquely crafted table.

"Now this place was built around the original Round Table," Burton said. "Percival. Gawain. Lancelot. They all sat here. Twelve in all. And behind then were the Twelve that came from Cybertron. Twelve alien knights who saw in Camelot what the human race could be at its finest. A race of honor." Burton ran his hand over a piece of armor on a chair. "This belonged to Arthur himself. Legend says, in time of great peril for the human race, the last worthy, direct descendant of King Arthur would be found.

Cade, I do believe you are Arthur's last living male descendant."

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A/N: How about that, huh? A bit of a change from the movie. I added a new character, Warpath. I made Cade the last descendant of Arthur instead of the Last Knight. Optimus is the Last Knight, as said by Quintessa towards the beginning of this chapter.

Next chapter is gonna hopefully epic as it's been in my head.

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