The Jedi From Earth V2

Author's note: Okay, I took a real good look at my story and realized that it was sort of an amateur job, so I decided to rewrite it, give it a little more depth and feeling to it. Some parts kept jumping all over the place, and I decided to fix it. In other words, I want to be a little more of a professional about this. The updates may take longer, but it's because I am trying to make all ends meet. The story in itself won't change save for a few minor things, but I will give it more depth.

Without further ado, the Prologue that I should have included in the first place. This is the only part that will be in first person, unless you count dreams and the epilogue.

Prologue

Cybertron!

A planet far away from our own. A planet that contained technological advances far beyond that of humanity. A planet containing sentient machines far more complex than we could ever dream. A planet consumed by war.

War! It's not an adventure, nor is it fun. It's a disease. A curse that can never be lifted, only postponed. It's a tale as old as time. It's a never-ending cycle that will keep on going until time ceases to be. Even Cybertron could not be immune to it.

The remaining Cybertronians were divided into two groups. One such group was the Autobots, the good guys. The ones who prefer to protect others instead of just themselves. I sided with them not because I had to, but because I believed them to be worthy enough to protect my planet.

They came to our world, seeking refuge from the Decepticons, the ones who's greed for power blinded them to their destructive ways. The Decepticons were led by a leader who's ambitions for a better world became violent. He had a gathering of followers who believed in him and were willing to lay their lives down for a cause that could have been noble at one point. No longer do they fight for others, save for those that truly believe in their cause. Now, they are willing to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals and crush those who get in the way.

I will never forget the look on her face as we stepped out onto the once-magnificent planet. No anger filled her eyes, just sadness...and regret. What had once been her proud home was now ruins. Bodies of mighty Cybertronians were rusting away before our eyes, collecting dust. The disease of war destroyed them.

In the fog of war, it's hard to see beyond the next leg of the mission or the next punch in the fight. She had said. We did everything we could to save Cybertron, but when the fog finally lifted, there was nothing left to save.

It was then that I looked closely at these fallen warriors. I began to wonder if these beings knew what they were fighting for. Were they conscripted into battle, or did they enjoy the rush of it? Did they die together or alone? Did they even know that the battle was lost the moment the war began?

I shook myself out of these thoughts for now. I had a mission: retrieve the Matrix of Leadership to revive the Autobots' fallen leader, the one who could only be classified as a true leader, nothing less than that. He gave up his life more times than I could count for the ones who couldn't fight or win. He had lost his memories and became corrupted by the leader of the Decepticons. Should I be successful in my mission, he will return and become the great Autobot I know.

But even Cybertron could not grant us mercy on this journey.

Vermin lurked in the shadows, ready to prey on survivors or anything they could find on this planet. Some came in the form of Insecticons, sentries that would kill any intruder should they not be Decepticons. I was separated from my partner when it attacked us both. It saw me as nothing more as a parasite, as it swatted me away. My partner intervened and distracted it so I could finish the mission. I trudged on, alone and wounded.

Walking down the long corridor with only the Key as my light, the soft sound of clicking filled my hearing. It vanished when I looked around for the source. I remembered that sound all too well, for I grabbed a pipe in preparation for the inevitable fight. I didn't care if I was wounded; I only knew what would happen if I failed. That unpleasant thought kept me going.

I had reached my destination: Vector Sigma, the hidden supercomputer that would aide us in our time of need. But as I waited for the download process, I heard the clicking again, much louder than before.

They had come.

Tiny, yet dangerous, creatures known as Scraplets swarmed in like a plague. They saw Vector Sigma as something to devour, and so, they began to feast upon it. My attempts to hit them with the metal pipe had proved fruitless. There were too many of them and time was running out quickly. They didn't care that I was trying to kill them, for what they lacked in sense, they more than made up for it in their appetite.

Then, my savior had arrived in the form of the Insecticon. Scraplets enjoyed metal, but living metal was craved more. I tossed one of the vile creatures onto the equally repulsive creature. The rest of the Scraplets picked up the scent and I watched them devour the creature alive, leaving nothing behind.
I had made my first kill and while I did not mourn the creature's passing, I mourned what had to be done.

At long last, the download was complete and my mission was halfway done. The vessel that the Matrix was in glowed with such radiance, perhaps out of excitement. She had arrived shortly after, and took me out of there quickly.

My joy and anxiety grew with every passing moment. The journey was not over, but the hard part was. I hoped that I wouldn't jinx us before our mission's end. We were so close, but fate had a way of toying with us.

The portal was open, but it all seemed too easy. She walked through first, instructing me to stay behind. I waited patiently. Seconds quickly grew into minutes.

Something was wrong. I knew deep down that something had happened.

Building up what was left of my courage and strength, I walked through.

He was right there waiting for me. Until I showed him what I carried, he looked at me with curiosity, wondering what I, a human, could possibly do for him. When he saw the Matrix, he hesitated and asked me one question that never needed asking.

Are you...certain I am worthy?

A smile grew on my face as I answered with no hesitation, You have no idea!

I raised up the Matrix and it chose him once again. From the vessel to his spark did it travel until the Key remained empty once again. The Autobot took back what was his and not a moment too soon, for the Decepticon leader had come to steal what wasn't his.

As he raised his sword to slay the noble leader, the Autobot trapped the blade between his hands and spoke not out of fear, but with determination.

Megatron, be gone!

He pummeled the evil leader mercilessly, letting him know that there was strength left in the Autobots. Soon, his allies—No! His friends had come to his aide and defended him from the warlord. They were stalling for time so that another portal could be opened.

When Megatron fired his blasters at us, some hit the console of the Space Bridge, causing it to malfunction. He had an idea that would turn this amazing, compelling victory into a bitter one. He continued to fire until he found the opening he was searching for. One shot was all it took, but he did not take aim at any of the Autobots.

He chose me as the sacrifice!

There was nowhere for me to run except back towards the wrong vortex, but even that wasn't enough. An explosion temporarily deafened my ears, yet that was the least of my problems. The fires of that cruel act burned my back and caused me to fly towards the malfunctioning portal.

I could not see the look on their faces. I could only hear them cry my name in horror as the war claimed yet another life.

As you can see, I decided to go in depth (BTW, is in depth with or without a hyphen?) with this part. When I watched the Orion Pax segment again recently, I realized how much I did not do last time, so I decided to amend it.

The slightly paraphrased war quotes came from Antoine de Saint-Exupery and Niccolo Machiavelli.

I think everyone who has ever heard of Disney knows about the "tale as old as time" though it was referring to love at the time. Ironic, isn't it, for love and war to fit that category?

Next chapter: Jack arrives on Maridun and meets the Lurmen.

Hope you like.