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*Based off of Transformers Prime series
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Prologue

Winds were calm and settled as birds fly without a care in the world, however. A red, silver gray dragon digs out several shards of neon crystals, Energon from their roots near the borders of Iaconous. A rare piece of power source, which gifted the many ancestors during war between Decepticons and Autobots. But alas, over. countless generations and centuries these shards begun to fade away. It were only time that no more would exist throughout Cyberia. It was not long until an ambush of Eradicons had surrounded Cliffjumper, who leaped before he looked, turned into battle instincts.
One by one every Eradicon circled the scarlet and stone dragon. Cliffjumper readied for battle as he breathes several rounds of plasma blasts knocking few down. Only little of the Eradicons remained during Cliffjumper’s attacks, yet with just two blasts of red flames that hit any of the buried crystals; for Cliff’s demise he was engulfed into the flames of blue and grey smoke entirely.
Once the flames had dispersed two Eradicons dragged Cliffjumper’s living carcass out of burning crystals of destroyed Energon towards the small fleet of an army where someone too familiar awaited. Although, from above a pair of amber eyes observe, witness the oncoming battle.
She was no ordinary best of a dragon, she were an outcast, rouge lone dragon. Her scales were a glimmering amber, muddy scarlet and faded hues of green and black over the wings and shoulders. She goes into a dive with wings tucked in and breathes several courses of fire.
Starscream leaped back, almost scorched by burning sun rays. Another wave dived in from more flames creating ashes and smoke in the pure air, now poisoned by flames that choke every living thing. The flames arise through the undergrowth surrounding its victims in eternal fire that engulfed much of the lands.
The small fleet of Eradicons evacuated the battle scene of an ambush by a single beast. Starscream steals one last glance over his shoulder to see that large and slime dragon flying over head with jeweled armor shining brightly.
They retreat into the evergreen as the she-dragon landed within thick smoke and ashes and flames that dare not burn nor harm her in or out. She scoured the plains of trees and grass in search for her ‘victim’. She raised overhead gleaming at the scarlet, half living carcass laying by stoned boulders. She looks over his wounded body and wings before nipping his neck scruff and tossed him over her back.
Chains rattled with every foot step that this fire dragon takes as it launched up into fresh air. She kept a steady beat keeping a close eye on her injured friend. She felt his heart pound against her back and his breathing over her shoulders.
She allows coursing winds to carry her high up towards Dustbowl Valley. This place is almost cascaded by amounts of a ashed clouds and smoke, that not even sunlight would escape through the clouds. It were only time for Cliffjumper.
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The autobots had soon arrived at the scene to aid Cliffjumper, Arcee's partner and friend. The battle grounds remain to burn by scorched flames at to this point that nothing else were left (except the energon). They entered the ditch of which that revealed only a single black horn and claw marks.

Why did the Cons entered their territory? Did they sense energon near, or is it revenge from previous battles? Most of all, how did the Cons discover their home lands, and where did they arise from?

It were not long to know who were here. "The first Decepticon activity in three years." the red and white dragon, Ratchet said.

"That we know of." Optimus said. "If they are scouting for energon, they may be preparing for his return."

The autobots resume their hunt for Cliffjumper, but due to the recent flames and ashes and smoke... It were all down hill from their. Ratchet were incapable of detecting Cliff's scent for the ashed landscape blinded every scent within the scorched marks.

"Ratchet, can you track his position?" Prime questions.

"No... Cliffjumper's scent can not be found in this damage." Ratchet said, frustrated at the lack of trace of their comrade.

And so it... begins.