How long have they been exiled from their home, Cybertron? A few Quintuns (Week)? Several Duins? Pits, maybe even hundreds of Stellar Cycles.

Inside an old abandoned building that is now used a makeshift-shelter.

Scrapper, Leader of the Constructicons, sits on the ground defeated and miserable along with his team. When the Autobots won the war and Optimus sacrificing himself to revive Cybertron, the Decepticons were outcast as War Criminals by the new Autobor Government and have been on the run for a couple of Stellar Cycles.

They exiled themselves in one Cybertron's destroyed colonies during the war, they scavenge what they can to make a living on the dead world caused by the Decepticons. It was a miserable life.

Scrapper sighs sadly at his predicament, same with his other teammates as they too share his sentiment.

As they all sat in silence, Bonecrusher then said.

"Well... another orbital cycle and another miserable orbital cycle be alive..."

"We get it Bonecrusher... you don't need to remind us..." Mixmaster glares at his teammate.

"I'm just stating the obvious in our situation!" He retorted, "...for the Autobot's stupid motto, 'Freedom is the right of sentient beings' they don't even let us any freedom, just lock in a cell and let us rot! Oh, how much freedom I could get! Such hypocrisy!"

"Can't argue with that... ever since Optimus has sacrificed themselves they have been acting like Decepticons more..." Long Haul agrees to Bonecrusher's statement.

Bonecrusher snorts, "...see even Long Haul understands the situation we are in."

Scavenger told him, "...if you could just stop rambling like a sparkling asking for its creator for Energon for at least a few cycles, and for once try to fragging lighten up our situation!"

"Lighten up!? What's there to lighten up about?! We're on the run from a stupid Autobot crusade and you want us to lighten up?!" He gets up to his face and spat, "..Face it Scavenger! There's nothing light up about!"

Unexpectedly, the Constructicon was punched in the face by Scavenger, who was normally the calmest and also timid of the group, before the two starts brawling it out.

Scrapper gets in between his brothers fighting, stopping the ordeal taking place.

"Hey! I think that's enough!" He shouted, "I get it! We're all miserable! For Pit's sake, even disappointed! But that doesn't mean we have to fight each other!"

He continues his lecture, "We are all that is left and we need each other! No matter how dire the situation is, we need to focus on survival! Understood?!"

Both Constructicons grumbled in annoyance. Before agreeing with their leader.

While they wish to return to Cybertron they know they can't. Not because they were outcast as Decepticons, it's because they did play a role in destroying Cybertron in the first place.

They wish they could reason with the Autobots Council and probably even get themselves redeemed, hell they'd do anything to get themselves redeemed.

But it's made impossible when the Autobots started a crusade against the remaining Decepticons.

After that little ordeal, Mixmaster, Bonecrusher, Scavenger, and Hook went inside the base to recharge or sleep in human terms, while Scrapper and Long Haul stayed outside a bit as they watch the sunset.

When the Sun fully sets and it comes out the starry night. Long Haul gets up and entered their makeshift shelter, not before taking a quick glance at him and asked, "You coming in?"

"Not yet... I'll go in later, just need to keep watch for any possible Autobot attack." Scrapper replied, his gaze still on the starry sky.

Long Haul takes his word into consideration and entered the makeshift-shelter to sleep.

Scrapper stayed outside, stargazing. He watches the stars as it reminds him of when he and his brothers were sparklings, they would stay up all night and gaze at the star with their creators.

Those were the good old days before the war happened. Now they paid the ultimate price and became war criminals and outcasts.

Scrapper sighs sadly, he entered the makeshift house not after he gazes the stars one last time. He lays down on one of the makeshift berth (bed) and fell into recharge.

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Scrapper snaps his eyes up and found himself in a dark-blue background with stars visible on the sky above, "W-what the?"

He takes a few steps forward as he gazes around the place he found himself in.

"Where am I?"

"Scrapper?"

He whipped around and found his team in the same weird landscape as well, looking confused as he is.

"Okay... this is like a very weird dream..." Scavenger said.

"I don't think it's normal for us to experience this," Mixmaster said.

"But... the question is; why are we here?"

Then a voice answered, "I believe I can answer that... constructicons."

The voice alarmed the constructicons as they frantically look around where the voice is coming from.

"I who are you?! Show yourself!!!" Bonecrusher demanded.

A beam of light illuminated before them, blinding them. When the light dies down they are met with a shocking sight at the figure before them.

"Oh, my primus..." Scrapper stares wide-eyed behind his visor as he gazes at the figure that appeared before them.

"I-i-it's... it's..." Scavenger stammers.

"OPTIMUS PRIME?!?" Mixmaster finishes.

Optimus stood before them with a neutral expression, looking at the Constructicons.

"Greetings Scrapper, Mixmaster, Long Haul, Hook, Bonecrusher, and Scavenger."

"Impossible, y-you, you died! We saw you sacrifice yourself to the Allspark!!"

"Indeed is have, but it seems fate has other plans for me... just as fate has other plans for you."

"Plans for us?" Scavenger looks bewildered.

"Wait! Is fate going to punish us?! Are you going to punish us and execute us?!" Mixmaster exclaims nervously, taking a small step back.

"No... there is no execution or punishment. More so a task."

"A task?" Hook asked.

"Constructicons, the Primes have a task for you."

"What?" The Constructicons look at him confused.

"You are all task to help a certain planet, a planet similar to, yet different to earth."

Now that got the Constructicons in shock to hear this.

"Okay! That sounds like a bad idea!" Hook stated to the Prime.

"Yeah! Prime, I don't know what has gone into your helm of yours but have you forgotten that we played a role in helping Megatron conquer Cybertron?" Long Haul added.

"Especially when we help Megatron take over Earth and enslave all of Humanity! We're not Autobots, Prime. Pits sake, we even despise humanity!" Scrapper remarked, "I'm sorry Prime, but you got the wrong Cybertronians for the job."

The constructicons shared their sentiment as well, thinking of their past mistakes.

Optimus understands what they mean, but he knows what he is doing.

"Constructicons, when the war ended you shown that every sentient being has the capacity to change. You all have reflected upon your actions, learned of the consequences." Optimus Prime says, but the Constructicons look rather skeptical.

Scrapper then said, "Why does it matter to you? We're banish form our home! Even if we try to return we would be executed in the spot by your Autobots!"

"I understand, but it seems my Autobots has gotten the traits of the Decepticons. I'm disappointed to hear it. Yet, here you are alive. You all show the need to see your home prosper but you couldn't so you exiled yourself. But, this tells me you can be given a chance." Optimus stated.

His statement confuses some of the Constructicons.

"A chance? A chance for what?" Hook asked.

What he said next caught everyone off-Guard.

"A chance of redemption."

They all now stood in shock silence by what was offered to them.

"Redemption?" Scavenger said in shock, "but why? Why give us redemption?"

"Because I believe, that every sentient being has the chance for change and redemption."

Redemption? That's hard they are worthy of. They committed so many atrocities that they believe they don't deserve any redemption since they helped with the many plans that Megatron has ordered them to do.

After some thought and some glances with each other, they finally came to an agreement.

"Very well, do it." Scrapper agrees to which the other Constructicons nods in agreement, "...so where we will be transported to?"

"You will be transported to a planet similar to earth but you will not just encounter humans, you will encounter some unusual creatures," Optimus explains.

"Creatures? What type of creatures?"

"You will find out soon enough, I wish you all good luck."

He raises his hand at them and a bright light erupts from it.

Before any of them could ask for more questions, the light engulfs them.

Thus began their journey of redemption.

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*teleports in*

A/N: Well, I hope you all enjoyed the prologue and stay tuned to the first chapter!

*teleports away*