'THE
REAVERS: BEGININGS,' by Burn
Our history began in
pain.
Our first was a creation of Primus’ creations. Subjected to
numerous experiments upon his spark, they slowly took his
life essence and replaced it with darkness.
Like all scientists, they had no idea of the repercussions.
The object of the experiment … only they knew, no one else
ever knew. Filled with rage over his imprisonment, his torture,
and what they had done to him he slaughtered them all, scientists,
guards, and anyone else who was near. It was only then that
he discovered what he could do.
He devoured their sparks.
He escaped and fled to the underbelly of Cybertron. Hiding
… he soon came to discover just what they had done to him.
Not only could he feed off the sparks of others, he could
infect them, like a virus, a virus that infected a Cybertronians
spark, altering them, reprogramming them into a creature like
the First, filling them with the same need to feed off the
sparks of others.
Over the years our numbers grew and we became feared. Many
tried to hunt us down, some succeeded, most failed. As our
numbers grew so did our abilities, we became able to sense
each other, some us became connected to the point they shared
a like mind.
Those that shared a like mind became their own group, a core
group of five staying hidden from all except for our leaders.
Others like them were sent out to watch, observing Cybertron
and all its happenings, learning its secrets while The Five
saw and remembered all, retaining our history in their data
tracks via their servants The Observers.
Like the other Cybertronians, most of us had the ability to
transform, some however had lost that ability in the changing,
these were our most feared as they became the most vicious
of fighters. Known simply as The Brood, they slaughtered any
and all that got in the way of their feeding, never once turning
their victims into one of us. While they were small in a number,
they soon became the most feared beings on Cybertron as no
one ever survived an encounter with them.
One of The Brood even managed to defeat a Prime, and in that
moment of death one of The Observers seized the opportunity
to feed on him, and for the briefest of moments The Five,
connected through The Observer, touched The Matrix and opened
them to Vector Sigma.
But then a time came when even The Brood weren’t the most
feared, a Decepticon had risen to power, from the depths of
Cybertron he had gathered an army of followers and was now
set to tear Cybertron apart in civil war, this being called
Megatron.
Nothing could stand in his way, he attacked without mercy,
slaughtering all in his wake, even us. Many of The Brood fell
at his hand and our numbers dwindled to near extinction, we
fought back as best we could, and at the point that it seemed
like we would be no more, the fighting stopped. A new Prime
had taken charge to lead the Autobots. However, Optimus Prime
… Megatron … and a vast majority of their armies disappeared.
The war on Cybertron scaled down and we soon began terrorize
those that remained. Stalking our prey and draining their
spark while turning others. Soon we were strong again and
for a long time we nearly controlled Cybertron. We learnt
so many secrets about Cybertron and its creations. And most
of all we realized what had to be done. We had to control,
we had to infect Vector Sigma and make the super computer
one of us, and with that we could control Cybertron.
But then, the war returned, dormant for millions of years
on a distant planet called Earth, the armies of Optimus and
Megatron returned. And so the war began again, in a final
battle Optimus Prime and Megatron fell. And then something
happened, something that struck fear even into the cold sparks
of The Brood. Unicron arrived.
For the first time Reavers, Autobots and Decepticons fought
side by side against Unicron and his servant Galvatron. A
new Prime arose and Unicron was defeated.
Over the following years the Great War continued. Autobots
and Decepticons joined with the beings from Earth and Nebulon.
We eventually stole the technology for ourselves and a small
group of us traveled to Earth, at first to study the inhabitants.
But we discovered something else. We found a race of humans
similar to us, Vampires, nocturnal creatures who feed of the
blood of fellow humans and at times turned them into Vampires
themselves.
Using the stolen technology a number of us joined with our
Vampire brethren making us stronger and the human vampires
able to live in sunlight.
The Great War slowly ended, Autobots became Maximals, Decepticons
became Predacons, and we became more hunted. Without the war
keeping them busy they turned their attention to us. Our great
plan to infect Vector Sigma became harder and harder to achieve
as our numbers were reduced as we were hunted down and killed.
At the same time we still watched, we knew the peace between
Maximal and Predacon would not last as the Predacons were
still, at their core of the sparks, conquerors.
And so for millennia we struggled against the combined might
of Cybertron, in the end we scattered, abandoning Cybertron
and fleeing to other planets. It was a plan conceived a long
time ago, each group would find another planet, establish
themselves and in years we would again reunite and return
to Cybertron when the time was right.
The day finally came that we would return to Cybertron, as
we each took a step onto our former home; we discovered something
… Cybertron, was lifeless. A new Megatron had risen to power
and unleashed a virus upon the populace.
As we stood there, we had two choices. We could take advantage
of the situation and finish the great plan to infect Vector
Sigma thus transforming Cybertron into our planet, or we could
help the small group of survivors fight Megatron and return
it to its technological glory.
The choice was simple: we help defeat Megatron, while
making Cybertron ours...
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