MARVEL; TBC: 2- New starts.

Staring at the huge cube of no more than a hundred and twenty meters square, Zibrock couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. As he headed for Magellan's galaxy to bring back the supreme spark, many thoughts crossed his mind.

Among those, take it and run away; luckily or unluckily, his ships went off course and ended up thousands of light years away from his previous position, hopefully, never to be found again.

His body, made of the best material Cybertronian technology could offer, was a masterpiece in terms of materials that made him extremely durable, long-lived, and with greater physical, mental, and internal energy reserve attributes than other Transformers.

He was still missing something, something he had started to develop hundreds of years ago since he became Megatron's right-hand man, and that was to turn his body into something more living, and feeling... More perfect.

Starting by increasing his height to thirteen meters and fifty centimeters, modifying his facial features to resemble something more and more normal for him, and starting to take actions typical of other races -something the Transformers did not do- or better known as eating food, sleeping, or even dancing.

Anything that would bring him closer to being closer to the little things he had lost by getting involved in a cursed war where he had been fighting for his survival years ago. And he would be an idiot not to take advantage of the opportunity that was in front of him.

And now, in front of him, was the culminating key to his entire endeavor: the supreme spark, known as the propellant of all civilization, capable of terraforming an entire planet to the whims of its operator, restoring and bringing back to life a dead or maimed Cybertronian to his best, and even bringing him significant improvements in both his internal energy matrix and the physical capabilities of his body. It was the pinnacle of power that all of Cybertron had to offer. 

Being the cause of several previous wars against Asgard, the Kree Empire, or even the Elders of the Universe. Before, his advances to approaching something more perfect had been delayed by the lack of the great energy he needed to reorganize his body, as well as the power to be able to do so.

But now, with the supreme spark, a great new world of possibilities was opening up before his eyes. So, approaching the supreme spark, he placed both his hands on the surface of the great artifact.

Immediately, an immense amount of energy spread throughout his entire body, coursing through every inch and repairing every little problem and damage Zibrock may have had, at the same time as his internal energy soared through the heavens.

The so-called internal energy, or matrix, of each Transformer, is what makes the Cybertronians have life, being its battery. Basically, if such energy came to an end, the Transformer could not transform again, being paralyzed and ultimately dead. At the same time, if such energy never diminished and was replenished whenever necessary, it brought the Transformer to live forever, without fear of death from old age.

Now, using all that available energy, Zibrock began to direct it towards what he wanted with it. His internal and external parts began to change drastically; previously, his metallic body of purple and neutral color took on a black and silver color. At the same time that his parts became stronger and more robust, he obtained improvements in terms of performance, and even his 'mind' was affected.

All his parts were changed and improved to the extreme, including his internal weapons. His retractable plasma cannon on his right arm extended his firing range, along with his power and energy from it. His two retractable swords located on his two arms were also changed, and his already powerful cutting energy and durability were totally improved.

But the change that was most evident was the internal and external structure of his body, which, at the moment he raised his arm and thought about what he wanted, made his whole arm deform into small cubes that moved, connected to each other, and separated again. It was as if his arm was still there; only he could rearrange it as he pleased. 

This gave him the ability to control the size, weight, and shape of his body, which would be useful in the future, he knew that he could change girls' parts for his weapons, which before took longer and felt heavy since the weapons were stored in his body; now, it was as if his body was the weapon. After the transformation, Zibrock's body was more streamlined, with a more defined face, and that made him happy, knowing that he was soon reaching the pinnacle of what the supreme spark could do to his body. 

For while he had ingested much of the spark's energy, he knew that this had only been a drop from the ocean she had to offer him, which he would absorb after his body adapted to her new energy.

Zibrock saw himself on a holographic screen that lit up in front of him and was totally amazed. Running his hands over his body, he felt the soft yet strong texture, as well as the breath coming out of his nostrils that, even if he didn't need to breathe, filled him with life, something only Quintesson could do.

Feeling the wet fingertip, he was even more exalted. His body gave off biological fluids—in this case, sweat. Although it was something he did not expect, he still took the change with enthusiasm; now his body could express emotions, better feel the surrounding space, and even feel the humidity of the room that was running at the time of this touching his body.

Thinking of all the journeys he had to go through, the countless deaths he is guilty of, and the planets destroyed by him in search of supplies for that cursed war. In front of him was his new future, one in which he would not have to follow the orders of leaders who only sought their power over others.

And of course, he would do the same; the difference was that he would raise and bring to the top his assistants as well, was he hypocritical? Absolutely, but in order to obtain and accomplish the goals he had, he had to possess power and use it as he pleased.

He was well known for having very radical ideas that clashed with the Decepticon style, in cases where he totally moved away from the doctrine of murder and total destruction, since that was what fostered the destruction of Cybertron in the beginning, causing many to have to leave their home in search of resources that would serve to sustain the war that was destroying their world more and more.

And now, such it seemed, his radical ideas would rise to higher and higher levels, thus perhaps managing to raise the glory of Cybertron again, a lasting glory, braided and strong.

"My lord, the probes have transmitted signals, would you like to see them?" he received a message over his communicator.

Zibrock answered the call, "Not now; wait until I get to the command room." Then leave the containment room and head for the command room. Arriving at the command room moments later.

Zibrock sat back in his chair, "what information do we have" he said, to then many holographic screens lit up in front of him, showing videos, images, and real-time transmissions from various parts of the world.

"My lord, from what we have received from the probes, apparently the world is capable of harboring life, thanks to its atmosphere and H2O substance; besides, we did not detect advanced technology; their earthlings use sailing ships and chariots to transport themselves, which evidences their low development".

Zibrock listened to all this as he watched the images transmitted. From the parts of what they knew that were called Europe, Asia, and America, everything indicated that Earth was in its colonial era, with the British, French, and Spanish powers in power and the Americas still in their era of newly independent colonies.

In those times, the lack of advanced technology that could register the entry of Zibrock's small fleet meant that Zibrock's arrival on the planet could go unnoticed, at the same time as his power in the world rose, but that was not what Zibrock wanted. As someone who loved to be at the center of everything, how would he settle for being a power behind the scenes?

So, making the most sensible decision for him, he turned to the ship's operators: "Set course, heading for the Midgar; communicate with the other ships and have them follow the set course." Zibrock ordered as he leaned back in his seat and watched from the lounge as the blue planet drew ever closer.

At the same time, he hoped that Odin would not find out about the arrival of his ships to Midgar, since that would mean war, something they could not afford due to the weak state they were in.