Braedey Martin, bearer of the Transformatrix, an ancient powerful device created by the Thirteen Primes of Cybertron, allowing one to transform into any and all beings on Cybertron, whether Autobot, Decepticon, Predacon, or Insecticon, is transporte...
The life of a hero can be filled with untold danger, adventure, and excitement. However, seventeen-year-old Braedey Martin was experiencing none of that today. In fact, he hadn't done anything hero wise in months! As things were the most dangerous thing that could happen to him, was getting hit in the head with a wrench on the hood of the car he was fixing.
The state of his homeworld had changed drastically within the last several months. Things had finally calmed down, not only on Earth, but throughout most of the universe, save for perhaps the Andromeda System. The newly forged Autobot-Human Alliance, a force dedicated to preserving peace throughout planet, alongside N.E.S.T (Non-biological Extraterrestrial Species Treaty) had been granted powerful new technologies.
New weapons, new armour; basically, everything they needed to combat threats that previously required the aid of Braedey and his team. It seemed the special forces had finally begun to shake off their secretive ways when it came to their technology. There were heavy protesters, of course, but the general consensus amongst their lead scientists and military officials was that the universe needed to move forward, and they were the ones best suited to make that happen. They couldn't continue to call upon the bearer of the Transformatrix every time something went wrong.
Braedey was mature enough to know this change was a good thing. There was peace; crime was down, and life was good. But still, there was a part of him that missed turning into an Autobot or a Decepticon every day and fighting some criminal or giant monster. He didn't do any of his heroics for the fame; or at least, not anymore he didn't. He really just missed the feeling of helping others.
After the incident with Unicron and Megatronus Prime, who's otherwise known as 'The Fallen' by many, Alpha Trion, keeper of the Iacon Hall of Records, and one of the creators of the Transformatrix, had gifted Braedey with a with a brand new Transformatrix. It was much sleeker than the original design, as it was now only slightly larger than an average wristwatch, as opposed to being a large gauntlet. It was a square, white watch with blue highlights, with said highlights converging on a circular faceplate that has the Transformatrix insignia; a black Autobot logo with a sword going through the middle of it in a vertical opposition, the hilt of the sword on top. As opposed as Alpha Trion was to the evolutionary feature that The Fallen had added to the original, he recognised that it had aided Braedey numerous times during his hero tenure, and reluctantly decided to include it in his latest model.
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Braedey had spent the last two years unlocking new aliens with his new Transformatrix, and even a few new Ultimate Forms as well, but what was the very point if he didn't even need them anymore?
The teen hero closed up his toolbox, then closed the hood on the car he just fixed. "Man... I really hate to say it, but... couldn't someone or something just try to cause a disturbance in the area? Anything?"
The Transformatrix wielder sighed, then he sat on the hood of the car. It's a 1960's Ford Mustang he's fixing up with his Dad. Even though he's reluctant to let his Dad work on it, he couldn't help but have some support from his old man.
