Update. My mind has been a mess. I have had a hard time working with my writing and i turned to this story to get anything out. The next chapter of "On seeker habits" is in the work, but even when i got the chapter planned i seem to lack the right moment to crack it open and get to the parts that will flow from my mind. So a short chapter on this story hopefully is enough to jumpstart my muse.

Hope you like.:)

On Earth a roar of fury sounded as the last particles of the three seekers disappeared from the atmosphere. Every transformers stared at the spot which moments before had been occupied by the three decepticons.

Megatron in his anger at losing his last aerial force charged for the scientist still standing at the fateful device. That snapped Optimus out of his thoughts and the autobot leader tackled the decepticon leader, protecting Wheeljack from the raging fury in the other leader.

In the meantime autobots gathered around the scientist, the battle with the decepticons stopped beyond the still fighting leaders. Ratchet came towards Wheeljack, frowning as he came closer and closer to the other 'bot.

Wheeljack was rambling incoherent sounds.

First when he came up close he heard the words leaving the other.

"How? That was not what should happen. How? How? How?" was repeated again and again.

Meanwhile the device just stayed beside the inventor and complete silence reigned the area.

Ratchet had helped build it and knew very well that something had gone wrong. The device was an inhibitor designed to steal the flight ability from the seekers for some time. With the seekers on the ground and the air free of hostility the fight among the ground bound transformers would be eased. It was not designed to, and could and should not have done what it had.

Frown deepening he removed the power to the device and began disassembling it. They needed to test it back at base to know what had happened to the seekers. And then destroy the device. Such a weapon was not the autobot way and as long as it existed dangers was on everyone near it.

Two frames came up close to the medic as he was working. Looking up he saw the solemn looks on the faces of the twins. He imagined their disappointment. Their last "playmates" had just evaporated in thin air. There would be no further need for their special ability to handle the fliers.

"Can we help, Ratchet?" the red frontliner asked, his voice numb.

"Help me load this thing." The medic answered before transforming. Wheeljack was being tended to by Firstaid and Ratchet wanted the device out of the decepticons reach as fast as possible. Megatron might think up a plan to get his servos on it and use it against them.

Luckily it seemed his rage kept him occupied battling Prime. And Prime easily held his own against the warlord.

Finally as Ratchet moved away from the battlefield it seemed that Megatron realized that he got nothing out of staying at the battlefield and with a roar he gave his troops the order to retreat.

The two groups of transformers departed back to their respective bases, both groups affected by the sight of the seekers caught in the beam. The sight would haunt several of them for a long time.

Back on Cybertron Flare was recovering from the first shock learning of the existence of their god and creator and the giants that was his guardians, only to receive a new one.

She knew of those three names the giant had said.

The owners were well known to every autobot and the mere mention of them would cause anyone's energon to run cold.

Starscream especially was well-known. The Air commander and second-in-command of the decepticons were known for his ruthlessness in battle and his sharp and cunning mind. And Thundercracker, even if he didn't show much interest in the cause the decepticons followed, was a dangerous adversary. The calm and collected seeker was not as vicious as his trinemates, but he made up for it by planning his moves ahead and lure the unobservant into his traps, mostly with fatality as the result. Starscream and Skywarp were fierce in their fights but Thundercracker had the highest kill count, almost never missing the weak spots on his enemies' frames. What was known of the black and purple teleporter was even worse than his two trinemates. Skywarp was unpredictable, sadistic and pure evil, playing with his victims mercilessly before finally killing them when he got bored.

To watch the three giant transformers, the very protectors of new life and know that these had been those three seekers before summoned back into their true frames made her shudder.

What had gone wrong?

Confusion rose in her mind and Primus sensed the emotions coming from the femme.

"What has you troubled my child?" he asked.

"I don't understand. What happened for them to leave their frames?" she asked, curious as much as unnerved.

"I could not isolate them in this room keeping an old fool company when their purpose no longer existed and life carried on." The god explained. "I gave them mortal vessels and enabled them to leave their true forms." He carried on.

"But something must have gone wrong." She argued. Looking into the three sets of optics she saw no evilness, no hatred, no anger, only the infinite love for everything living.

"Death." Thundercracker, the now returned protector of life and death said. The word sounding like it explained it all.

Still seeing the confusion in Flare the protector continued explaining.

"We are immortal. Our mortal vessels were created from our very spark. They are able to be destroyed to the brink of death, and we are able to feel the touch of it when so close to it. To live through the sensation again and again causes you to go insane. Your frame is dying but your spark won't let go. It is maddening." Thundercracker elaborated.

"A frame can be healed but the sensation of death drives even the strongest mind insane when visited enough times." Starscream voiced. He had been on the brink countless times.

Sorrow filling her spark at the fact she was told, she reached a servo towards Starscream, gently touching the giants face. The feeling of his chin was warm and delicate. She let her feelings be portrayed in her touches as she gently caressed the face of the protector.

She stopped her action as Skywarp addressed her, and as she looked at the protector of fate and destinies she felt herself drowning in the shining black optics. Silently she wondered how black could shine as it did in the black optics.

"Your fate was dark to me at your creation. I didn't know why and we didn't wonder about it. Lately any creation created showed darkness somewhere in their future making me unable to know their full destiny." The protector explained.

"Now I know that yours was dark because of this. Flare, you were meant to come here, to this chamber where you once were created. I could not know of this entwining of our existences. The knowledge might have changed what was to happen." Skywarp continued, his optics digging into the femmes.

Unable to look away from the dark black optics Flare felt herself drawn into the large orbs.

Drowning in the optics she saw herself travel through time and space, countless stars passing by in extreme speed and a particular bright one coming closer and closer.

Passing an overly bright sun she watched large planets pass by her until her view was filled with the sight of a blue planet with a moon circling it.

Moving closer she saw the blue color split into a marvel of blue, green and brown colors in countless variations.

Watching life moving on the surface she looked around taking the sight in.

Then she moved on once again, reaching the surface of the planet, landing on the hard ground.

Around her there was complete silence, until she recognized movements in the distance. A bright light shot into the air and shortly after vanished again.

Then everything moved backwards and she soon found herself back in the holy chamber on Cybertron once more.

"Wha- what was that?" she asked.

"That was a glimpse of you fate. One of the parts uncovered to me." Skywarp explained.

"Coming to this chamber you connected your fate to that of Cybertron itself." The three proclaimed in eerie unity.

At their voices she could not avoid a shiver running down her frame. She was just a femme, a simple transformer. How could she decide the fate of their planet and with that their people?

Her actions through her whole life had unknown to her aimed towards this moment. It was the purpose with her life; coming to the chamber and dutifully following the path that had been given her. By willingly sacrifice herself in the abyss and join with the god himself in the well she had become what was destined for her.

Harbinger of a new era with the return of the protectors of all life.

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