Transformers: Prime

Disclaimer: Because I own Transformers: Prime, I literally have the ability to transform into a planet through sheer force of will...No lie.

A/N: This is a redo of Along came a Spider. This was just to go and get this first chapter published as sort of a smalll prologue. This being the first chapter, fear not, The next and subsequent chapters will be longer.

P.S.: I'm thinking of not having TFA Optimus appear in the Prime Universe. Takes away from the concept i'm thinking of, I believe, for this story. I'd like to hear your thoughts and I will definitely consider it.

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Chapter 1

With the discovery of the Omega Keys, Optimus began to dilligently work at the Autobot Bunker's monitor to decode not only the Iacon relics' locations, but information on possible spots that the Omega Keys could be hidden. Because of the slightly extra workload, Optimus had been on less patrols, in which Bumblebee, Arcee, Smokescreen, and Bulkhead took care of alternatively.

Ratchet, Team Prime's skilled medic, and Optimus's oldest known comrade-in-arms noticed Optimus' recent lack of rest.

"Optimus, old friend, you should get some rest," he suggested, clapping a hand on Optimus' shoulder. The prime simply blinked his optics before actually ceasing his typing.

"I will once I complete a final de-encryption of this string of data-"

The look Ratchet was giving him revealed that he knew Optimus would try to de-encrypt until either he found another relic or an Omega Key.

"Not to worry, old friend. I will make sure to recharge," he assured before turning back to his typing. The medic was apparently satisfied with the answer, as that was probably the best response he would get out of him. As Bumblebee, Smokescreen, Arcee and Bulkhead had yet to return to base from patrol, he would at least strive towards making significant process before they returned.

A parallel Universe...

With how her Transwarp progress was going, she would have the machine working in record time. Before even starting this experiment, she thought long and hard about the possible consequences of possible actions she would take. If she were to go back in time, she could prevent that incident on Archa-7 that drives her to this day.

After activating the device, she could easily prevent the chain of reactions that led to her demise and she could still be Elita-1 today...

But part of her wanted to offline both Sentinel and Optimus. The organic, over-emotional part of me, Blackarachnia thought to herself in disdain. Sitting silently in a seat that was huge by human standards, both her elbows rested on the large desk top that a huge monitor was situated above. Strings of cybertronian code that only scientists like her or an Iacon Archivist could hope to decipher scrolled endlessly across the screen.

This wasn't an easy choice. But it's the only way to prevent this, Blackarachnia thought, subconsciously gazing at her techno-organic servos.