Well hmmm. I guess it all started back in my home town. I was a inventor, painter, and architect. After finishing a set of canvasses my mentor B-13 sent me to the capital to sell them. There I ran in to a young bot. He told me that he was meeting a friend for a meeting. He had to go check on an older bot named A-3. I thought nothing of it at the time. I told him I would wait for his friend and tell him when he get there. So I sat and waited in front of the grand counsel chambers for this bots friend. Well this bots friend was a larger built mech with a slight grimes about him. He held out his hand and pulled me over to him for a friendly pat on the back. Pax old friend. The time for our ordinance with the counsel draws near. I thought to my self. Pax? Who is Pax? But before I could say a word the large mech moved me into the chambers and stood me beside him before the high counsel of Cybertron. The next few cycles where a blur to me. Talk of freedom of choice and the disintegration of the cast system. The larger mech proposed he be named the Prime. The counsel denied this. They looked to me and set me a task. Find something called the matrix of leadership. I nodded in understanding. The counsel thought I was nodding in exeptance. What is your name. The counsel chanted. Emrince Praxis. I replied with hesitation. My you now be known as Emo Prime. The larger mech looked down at me as if I had betrayed him. A large and powerful weapon transformed from his forearm. No! He shouted in rage. I will be the next Prime. I will be the ruler of Cybertron. The large mech turned to me. Next time we meet it will be the last. He blasted his way from the chambers and disappeared into the confusion out side. There stood the young bot that asked me to wait for him. He stood there in shock at what had just happened. I took a step towards him as he was engulfed by flames. I ran to save him but found little I could do. The young bots spark faded as I held this stranger in my arms. If only I'd known he was our salvation in another dimension.
The berth of a hero.
It was many solar cycles before I had met the young bots mentor. An older bot that seemed to have a lot of stories. The bot told me of the young bots plans and of the large mechs intentions. He told me of the golden age of Cybertron and how the warmongering mech wanted to return it to that time. By any means necessary. He told me of an attack planed for a service station out side of Iacon. I asked him who was going to lead it. All he did was look down at the floor. I look him in the face an nodded. I left that old bots office knowing that I may never see him again. That this day could be my last. Well the attack was only the first of many. A civil war spread like a plague around Cybertron. The Freedom fighting Autobots verses the forceful order if the Decepticon.
In the beginning things leaned in our favor. But set back after set back slowly pushed us to the brink of destruction. The planet of Cybertron slowly turned from bustling civilizations to beren cities ravaged by war. Our once shining race was taring itself apart at the seams. The Decepticons had traveled to the planets core to curupt it to there sick intentions. I only learned of this to late. When I got to the core the damages had already been done, and the Decepticons had fled. Trying to save itself and the rest of the Cybertronian race it was forced to shut down. The last thing it did was bestow to me the one thing the counsel wanted me to find. I was truly a Prime.
I gave executive order to abandon Cybertron in hopes of salvation. Many ships where built. Few made it past the Decepticon blockade. Only to find that they had been sent to a drifting eternity. I was on the last ship out. Now you may this I would say the ark. But I named it the Infinity. As my ship launched so did a large Decepticon ship called the dominator. I thought we could out run it. But I thought wrong. The larger, faster, better ship tried to dock with mine. Before a star formed into a black hole. In the middle of our slip space jump. I found the part of my ship that I and a small team had been on had made it to a planet known as Earth. I wish I could have only known that I was no longer in my dimension. The war mongering Decepticon leader took up the name Nortagem after joining arms with Megatron. And I, well, I stayed to help what remains of our dying race.