[b]A warrior's memory[/b]

Inside an elaborate throne room, a mechanical grey Cybertronian-sized humanoid kneels before his master with his head bent down. No, not just master, but [i]creator.[/i] The one who breathed life into his body and gave it its very Spark. Unlike most Cybertronians, he and eleven others of his kind never received an alternate mode even long after their creation. They have spent several years without another form to shift into, and were relegated to their indistinct, Protoform-like bodies. Each of them endured tests under their creator, forging them to be capable servants. When the tests were over and they achieved the desired results, their creator gave them a reward and marked a new point in their lives. In this time, the kneeling mechanoid is about to receive his gift.

"Raise your head, my loyal servant, so you may see your reward," the creator said. The grey machine did so, and saw a golden metal goat materialize out of thin air. It appeared to be a Cybertronian in its alt mode, but seemed to be somewhat anachronistic in its design, similar to a few members of The Thirteen. However, it neither moved nor spoke and it merely hovered in the air. The still kneeling mechanoid admired its beauty, but wonders what kind of reward he received.

"Now rise," his creator then said. He did as he was told and suddenly, the golden goat broke into pieces, fragments of it flying towards the grey robot. Before he even had time to be puzzled, the goat's pieces grafted themselves onto him. Its horned head became his helm. Its front legs became his pauldrons, gauntlets, and armguards. Its rear legs became his greaves and thigh-armor. Its torso became his breastplate. Now clad in gold, he felt unimaginable strength flowing through him, stunned that he'd be given such a gift.

"My Lord, I vow to prove myself worthy of this honor," he responded. 

"You will have your chance to do so, in time..."

[b]Post-Slam, flying through the void of space[/b]

The golden clad warrior follows the aura trail left behind by one who has similar power to his own. It grows fainter with each moment, but not so much that he couldn't keep tracking it down. This being, whatever it is, is not one of his kind. Any unknown individual with abilities similar to his brethren would have to be found and, if necessary, terminated. He was still distant from his goal, but he would never stop until he's face to face with this person.