Darctavious descended into Cybertron's industrial depths the vast manufacturing plains where Titans had once walked and where Cybertronians were forged in uncountable numbers.
Assembly lines stretched beyond the horizon. Transformation cogs rested within fortified vaults. Spark repositories pulsed like artificial stars.
He moved unseen, folding space to bypass defenses that had never been designed to stop a Prime.
Selection followed.
Precise. Deliberate.
200 Commander-class sparks and transformation cogs
250 Elite-class units
4 Leader-class sparks
10,000 low-level sparks
Each was carefully stabilized and stored, not dormant, but protected their existence folded into his private extradimensional space where time did not erode potential.
He harvested more.
Raw components. Armor plating. Frame schematics.
A vast reserve of parts for the Canon Forger, an ancient construct capable of mass-producing standardized Cybertronian bodies.
Energon followed.
Blocks. Extractors. Refining arrays.
He took seeds planetary conversion engines capable of birthing new Cybertronian worlds and Space Bridge generators, compact yet powerful enough to anchor stable interstellar transit.
All of it vanished into controlled spatial pockets bound to his spark.
An entire future secured in silence.
No alarms sounded.
The war had not yet begun.