Everything went on just fine for decades. No one seemed to notice anything wrong. Life went on as normal, except...

"AL-CHE-MIST!!!!!" the Primes would hear the Makers' voices echo through the ship. "DID YOU USE OUR PRIVATE STOCK OF CHEMICAL 27 AGAIN?!!"

"Well, it looks like your in trouble again Al," Solus said with a smirk while she leaned on her Forge.

"Coming!" Alchemist would shout back as he walked through the halls. This wasn't the first time, and it wasn't just Alchemist. Let's look at the recent stuff...

Last week:

"SOLUS! You can't Forge anything here! This is the Relaxation Room, not the Invention Room."

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"WHERE IS MICRONUS WHEN WE NEED HIM!!!"

"In his dimensi-"

"Well tell him he left the freezer open again!!"

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"No Megatronus, that's not what the slicelaser is used for!"

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"Alpha Trion! You can't use the Quill to win a bet!"

"Sorry, Makers."

"Oh it's fine honey."

"LIE- QUIN- Oh come on! COMBINER! STOP PICKING ON OPTIMUS!!!"

Three days ago:

"PRIMA! PUT YOUR SISTER DOWN!!!"

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"LIEGE! Stop trying to get your brother to do your chores!!"

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"MEGATRONUS! STOP FLIRTING WITH SOLUS! WE. ARE. STANDING. RIGHT. HERE!!!"

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"HOLY e=mc²!!! AMALGAMOUS!!! STOP DOING THAT!!!"

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"VECTOR!! DID YOU TRY AND CHANGE THE PAST AGAIN?!!! YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!"

Yesterday:

QUINTUS!! STOP USING OUR FUEL SUPPLY FOR YOUR QUINTESSONS WITHOUT PERMISSION!!"

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"MICRONUS!! THE FREEZER!!"

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"ONYX!!! STOP TRYING TO EAT YOUR BROTHER!!"

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"NO SOLUS!! You CaNnoT uSe ThE ForGe AS a TorTUre DeVIcE!!"

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"MEGATRONUS!!"

"What?"

"Oh, your not causing trouble?"

"No."

"Oh, sorry."

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"OPTIMUS!!!"

"Yes?"

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Yes, it was there where you said it was."

"That's good."

Everything was so hectic for the Makers. Yes, they thought about making their own bots with emotions, but they never thought about the parenting part. They didn't think they would get that far.

Though this was a problem, it wasn't the most annoying thing the Makers faced...

Galactia was on her way to the restroom. She really had to go for reasons that don't need explaining.
"Almost there, almost there," she kept saying to herself. Teleporting there would've been easier, but it always made her want to go more urgently.
"Oh final-" Galactia came to a stop. There was a long line of Primes standing and waiting to go to the restroom.

"What... is... the meaning of... this?!"

"Solus is in there, we've been waiting for over an hour," Liege said as he was typing away on a typing pad.

"What ever... happened to the rule... less than... ten minutes?! I have to go!"

"Apparently those rules don't apply with her."

"Why is she even in there?! You guys don't even need to use a bathroom!"

"We use it for other things."

"Oh come on!"

Poor Galactia, we will never know if she made it.

Galactron and Galactica were chatting excitedly with each other as they were going to the Invention Room. They were planning to build another gizmo for their collection of strange gadgets used for the Primes. As they entered the room, they were greeted with a clanging of metal and something was thrown at them. They ducked and the object knocked off some plans from a nearby shelf. Quintus was there building more Quintessons.

"Quintus!" Galactica exclaimed as another piece of metal shot towards them making them duck.

"What is going on here?!" Galactron finished, throwing his arms in the air.

"Sorry, Makers. I found a way to enhance my Quintessons!" Quintus explained.

"That's very nice, but we told you that you need to ask permission before you could use the Invention Room."

"Remember when you almost set off a fire hazard here?"

"Yes, I know, but I'm really on to something here!"

"But the rules!" they both exclaimed.

"I'm almost finished!"

Galactus and Galactica sighed. Third time this week that they had to clean up since Quintus never does.

Galactus hovered around the Relaxation Room, not a care in the galaxy. He was even starting to fall asleep, until he heard a sound. He straightened up.

"Galactia?"

The sound didn't stop.

"Galactron?"

He flew closer to where the sound was coming from.

"Galactica? Primus?"

The sound stopped.

"If one of you Primes are planning something, just know that I still have authority over you!"

He came to the corner of the room where the noise came from. He went up to the corner, took a deep breath, and looked around the corner. Nothing. Sighing with relief, he turned around, only to be suddenly met with Amalgamous.

"WAH!!"

"SWEET MOTHER OF US!!!"

Amalgamous burst out laughing. Of course Galactus should have been expecting that, but he just got so jumpy nowadays because of the extra stress of raising the Primes.

"Ha ha, very funny, Amalgamous."

"You should've seen your face!"

"Yes, amusing."

The Makers were tired of having their private time interrupted by the Primes. It was awesome to have something to do, but they somehow they still managed to miss the times that they had alone. They had to come up with a solution to deal with the living arrangements. The Makers called a meeting between themselves and Primus.

"Ok, this is the problem," Galactus started.

"The Primes are getting out of hand!" Galactia exclaimed throwing her arms in the air.

"We love them and all, but this ship isn't big enough for all of us!" Galactica said.

"Well, technically the ship is big enough for all of us, but somehow we always get in each other's space!" Galactron said.

Primus listened to the problems and he started thinking of a solution. Then it hit him, "Won't it be possible to create a place of their own?" He asked.

"What like a planet?"

"Well, that's not exactly..."

"That's an awesome idea!"

"Ok, but still I was actually..."

"We will use more remains of our planet and the metal we collected!"

"Uh, that's not what I wanted to suggest..."

"We will start immediately! Thank you for your brilliant idea, Primus."

"...Of course."

"And so many more bots can live there! It will be some kind of Cybertopia!"

"Well if you are deciding on making a planet, at least name it something like 'Cybertron' instead of 'Cybertopia'. "

"Perfect!!"

The Makers got busy collecting what they needed. They decided to plant more seeds, but this time on another planet. This planet was very close to 34R1H, but the Makers didn't realize it yet because the Computer still had trouble saving the planet's location. Primus helped them.

They were busy for at least a few centuries, but they were practically finished. They made a 'packed-package' which is exactly the same as the seeds they used to plant and harvest metal, except packed-packages expand to greater distances. This packed-package could exert its own gravitational force, follow an orbital path, create its own atmosphere and do whatever a regular planet could. They made several more to be the moons, made mainly of metal for later construction. They were pretty big, but they would soon get even bigger as soon as they were activated. They also infused large amounts of packed-package Energon into the packages to help with the development of future bots. The Primes were excited that they would rule their own planet. Other things that the Makers made for the planet was this thing that all the Transformers' Sparks were connected to, which they called the All-Spark. Technically, Primus made it, by accident. He had some power surge of Pure energy and it created the All-Spark. The Makers were worried about him after that, but he was fine.

When it came to the right time, the Makers searched for the perfect spot to place their planet. They went to another Galaxy, very far away from 34R1H, and found the perfect star that could be strong enough to have it make a good orbit. They put the planet in place, placed the ship a good way away and flipped a switch. The planet grew super fast and stopped at the perfect moment. The Makers first placed the moons in the right places before they landed. It was beautiful. The Primes loved it too, and they started calling dibs on certain areas of the planet.

"Welcome to Cybertron," Primus said admiring their new home.

"Now all we need to do is organize a few buildings and a some sort of Transformer construction place," the Makers said. Of course, they were prepared, but before they could do their awesome thing, something started beeping on their wrists, signalling that something was terribly wrong.
"But, what could possibly be so..." just then, an explosion was heard coming from one of the storage doors. A bright, purple light came from the explosion and flew towards the Makers. They were surprised and took a step back. The thing landed right in front of them, but they didn't flinch. What they saw was a huge bot, the same size as Primus, with lots if spikes, purple, glowing eyes, facial hair and horns.

He looked down at the Makers and they stared back in surprise mixed with disgust. Then it began to speak, "So these are the beings I have been preparing to destroy? This is going to be easier than I thought."

"What in the heck is this?!" Galactron exclaimed.

"What's with all the spikes?" Galactia asked.

"Who was the guy that decided to give the thing facial hair?" Galactica asked.

"It's ugly, if that's what you guys are trying to say," Galactus said simply.

This made him upset and just burst out in anger.
"Even now you criticize me! You wanted to destroy me the first time you saw me and now I will be the one to destroy you!"
He closed his fists and made a purple, spiked club appear from nowhere. He made a move to hit the Makers, Primus and the Primes wanted to block it, but then the bot stopped suddenly just before the clubs even got 5 feet close to them. Primus and the Primes stopped. The Makers didn't move a muscle, instead, they were talking.

"So, apparently we made him," Galactus said very calmly.

"No wonder he looks so familiar," Galactia said also not being worried about the attempted attack.

"When did we make this exactly?" Galactron asked pointing to the giant.

"Honestly, I don't remember either," Galactica answered plainly giving a shrug.

All this time, the bot continued trying to hit the Makers, but he didn't get it right. The Makers made sure from the the start to program all Transformers to not harm them even if they wanted to.

The giant bot stopped trying to harm the Makers seeing that it was pointless.

"How am I going to make you suffer as much as I did?" he looked over at Primus. He gave an evil smile and went to attack him. The Makers shrieked in horror as Energon flowed out of Primus' mouth. He wiped it away and then the Makers saw a side of him they never thought they would see. Primus started fighting back with such force that even the Primes were scared. The Makers shooed the Primes inside the ship and Galactus flew to the invention room.

"What are you doing?!" Galactia asked.

"We added this for a reason, we need him to have some advantage in this fight," Galactus replied.

"So, this means that our really quick calculations were correct?" Galactica asked.

"If Primus fought back, this fight could mean that this is going to be the Fight of Fights." Galactron said.

Galactus went to storage closet and found a button with 'Primus' written on it. The other Makers nodded and he hit the button. Just then, Primus fell to the ground, the other bot thought he was giving up, but then he saw something happening to his back. A pair of giant, beautiful wings transformed out of his back and he started flapping them. He could cover more ground, but that didn't help "odd out the evens". They both had equal yet opposite power corresponding with each other making this an endless fight.