The War for Cybertron was devastating.
I would know, I was there.
Forced into the body of Megatron as soon as he was formed by his creators. I watched as Optimus and I grew into our adult selves, and later found Sentinel, and unified Cybertron under his rule.
Until the Fallen made his move in this enormous game of chess and plunged my home into The Great War.
The Allspark? Gone. Jettisoned into space by the Autobots in a penultimate act of defiance, leaving Cybertron without its main method of creating new life.
Sentinel Prime, the emperor of Cybertron and one of the greatest scientists of the age? Gone as well. Sent hurtling through space in a broken ship during an attempt to escape the war with his new technology.
With no mentor or Matrix to guide him, Optimus Prime slowly became more and more brutal with the Decepticons, forcing every Cybertronian he encountered that wore that emblem to fight to the death when they engaged him on the battlefield.
The line between Autobot and Decepticon has become blurry, friendly faces twisted and warped until there are no truly good Cybertronians left.
War truly is hell, and this one stirred the Yin and Yang until our entire species was cloaked in shades of gray.
There is no truly 'good' side in this perpetual conflict. We all destroyed our home and later fought over the remains.
And I went in search of the Allspark, to revive our home, and end the war, before either Optimus or I did something we would regret for the rest of either of our forcibly short existences.
But I failed. And I found myself imprisoned right where my canon self would be.
I would know, I was there.
Forced into the body of Megatron as soon as he was formed by his creators. I watched as Optimus and I grew into our adult selves, and later found Sentinel, and unified Cybertron under his rule.
Until the Fallen made his move in this enormous game of chess and plunged my home into The Great War.
The Allspark? Gone. Jettisoned into space by the Autobots in a penultimate act of defiance, leaving Cybertron without its main method of creating new life.
Sentinel Prime, the emperor of Cybertron and one of the greatest scientists of the age? Gone as well. Sent hurtling through space in a broken ship during an attempt to escape the war with his new technology.
With no mentor or Matrix to guide him, Optimus Prime slowly became more and more brutal with the Decepticons, forcing every Cybertronian he encountered that wore that emblem to fight to the death when they engaged him on the battlefield.
The line between Autobot and Decepticon has become blurry, friendly faces twisted and warped until there are no truly good Cybertronians left.
War truly is hell, and this one stirred the Yin and Yang until our entire species was cloaked in shades of gray.
There is no truly 'good' side in this perpetual conflict. We all destroyed our home and later fought over the remains.
And I went in search of the Allspark, to revive our home, and end the war, before either Optimus or I did something we would regret for the rest of either of our forcibly short existences.
But I failed. And I found myself imprisoned right where my canon self would be.