Darctavious traveled inland toward the planet's densest metallic concentrations mountain ranges riddled with veins of ore and rare crystalline alloys.
He raised his arm.
Reality obeyed.
Using material manipulation, Darctavious reached into the planet's crust not violently, not recklessly but with surgical precision. Metals flowed upward as if gravity had reversed, tearing free without disturbing the mantle or destabilizing the core.
Colossal masses of raw material hovered in the air.
Then came the Seed.
Darctavious deployed it at the heart of the suspended metal.
Detonation followed not explosive, but transformative.
The Seed released waves of conversion energy, rewriting molecular bonds, infusing lifeless matter with Cybertronian potential. The metal shimmered, darkened, and then lived reshaping into proto-Cybertronian alloy that resonated faintly with the AllSpark's echo.
The foundation was laid.
He opened his private space.
The Canon Forger descended.
Energon cubes followed.
Refineries.
Assembly lines.
Mobile factories.
An industrial city was born in minutes.
Darctavious initiated production.
The first units were not warriors.
They were workers.
Low-level mining and construction Constructrons efficient, modular, tireless. Their frames assembled piece by piece as sparks were gently integrated and transformation cogs installed.
With each ignition, Darctavious imparted directives:
Preserve the planet
Build without destabilization
Prepare for future generations
One by one, they came online.
Optics lit.
Systems synchronized.
Without hesitation, they moved to their tasks some mining newly converted Cybertronian metal, others erecting structures, stabilizing terrain, and expanding the industrial zone outward with careful precision.
Darctavious watched them work.
No war cries. No banners.
Just purpose.
This was not an army.
It was a beginning.
The first sparks of a faction that would outlast legends.
As machinery hummed and the first city took shape, Darctavious Prime stood at its center.
This was where it all began.