That fic drabble I posted a couple days ago? - I've run into a major author-block for the overall arc. I really wanted to have the dead 'Bots back. Had a couple of ways to do it. BUT, I like the overall story (esp the non-Earth-based issues, and characterizations) from IDW (&DW) (and Kup's Spotlight is integral to his personal portion of my story). Then realized, *ACK* - the 2 universes aren't really compatible. And my thought-train has de-railed off the hillside. Right now, I've got PWPs w/ pointless arm candy (to borrow a phrase tossed my way).

I'm just having brain blankage on how to resolve this. Any comments would be greatly appreciated, and if used, credit will be given. Comments like how you reconcile the cartoon w/ the comics (if ya do).

Now, yes, I know - combining the two is asking for problems. But I don't know how familiar the fic-fandom is with the comics (Marvel US G1 or otherwise). Heck *I'm* rusty about it (thank goodness for Wiki-notes).

*rant on* I had heard about the inconsistencies & incompatibilities of the different "universes", but OMFG is it insane! While I understand *why* IDW had to re-set the timeline for the TF story 20 yrs in the future, I'm beginning to feel like it's deja vu to when BSG came out - you have to take each entity on its own. but...but...it's my childhood *sob* *rant off*
Backstory: G1, Quints made the TF's, Primus gave them sentience, they fought back, life was good, next-gens "forgot" about their 'true' origins - then per IDW Megatron: Origins, society got corrupted & Megs fought back.

Title: Shadows of the Past, Light of the Future
Ch1(A): Homecoming
Rating: PG+ (will get smutty later)
Pairing: none here
All recognizable characters & names are property of HasTak & IDW, possibly Marvel or DW. All others are mine.
Summary: Not all femmes stayed on Cybertron during the war, and not all picked a side.

Shadows of the Past, Light of the Future

Chapter 1-A– Homecoming


Looking over his shoulder the young comm officer said, “Sir, I’ve picked up an unidentified craft, heading towards Cybertron. Its profile is similar to Cyclonus’, but it’s a good bit bigger.”

“On screen.” A sleek craft, vaguely reminiscent of the Decepticon lieutenant, appeared on the long-range sensor screen. While no weapons were apparent, the viewer had no doubt that the ship had them. “Hmm, that’s a bit different than before…” he muttered to himself.

“Sir, it’s requesting permission to land,” the mech replied. Listening to whatever was coming over his comm, “It’s…no, she’s asking to land on the VIP pad… code LC0013.”

Tapping into the frequency, the officer heard a voice as sleek as the ship it came from. “This is the Stellar Darkness, requesting permission to land on Iacon pad 001, ident code LC0013. Iacon central, please respond.”

“Well, well, if that ain’t a voice to start my day with! It’s been too long, Rider!”

Laughter came back over the radio. “Blaster! It’s great to hear you too! I’d wondered where you’d holed up. After all, staying silent was never your best attribute. Got any new songs to share?”

“Oh, yea – I got bunches. A whole new world that loves music; makin’ it & shakin’ it. You got your other playmates there?”

A snicker could be heard on the radio. “You’re lucky none of them are on the bridge yet to hear that”, she replied. “I look forward to catching up. Now, where can I set this ship down?”

“Pad 001 is cleared for ya. Just watch out for the humans… err… little peeps, when you get out.”

“Understood. We’ll see you soon. Waverider out.”

With a grin on his faceplate, Blaster turned to a different frequency. Now this should be interesting. “Blaster to Optimus Prime. Come in Boss-man!”

“Optimus Prime here.”

“Prime, thought you’d like to know that the Stellar Darkness is about to land on pad numero-uno.”

“The Darkness?”

“Yup – and others are onboard, too.”

“Understood. Notify the other members of the command staff, and Spike as well. I want him to meet the crew.”

“You got it Prime!” Catching the confusion on the young comm officer’s face, Blaster just grinned wider. “You are gonna be witness to history, kiddo.” And with that, he bounced out of his chair, making calls to the other staff members while heading to the landing pad.

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