This is based in an alternate reality of what could have happened after the first live-action movie. Hopefully it pleases everyone. First, the short prologue to introduce everyone to our narrator and my favourite Transformer (despite my username, which I would change of I could). Please enjoy, if you do or don't, I'd love to hear why. The day Megatron died was the day I finally received my freedom. No longer was I bound to a leader with such contempt for me. No longer was I forced to sit and wait. No longer was I worried about ending his life myself. No longer did I have any competition. Finally, after millions of years, my freedom had arrived. Finally, I could take the throne of leader and head the Decepticons to an era of peace. The only obstacle I was faced with, was Optimus Prime. He claims to believe in mercy and compassion. I myself have been the target of his attempts to turn Decepticons to his cause. But the Autobot cause is what denied our peaceful wishes for equality among all Cybertronians. Had they simply agreed, we would still have a planet, we would still have our friends. But no, the corrupt politicians that led Cybertron simply told us to suck it up and continue our feudalism. They blame us for the war... These were my first thoughts as I flew away into the stars. It was then that I realised that after so many years of doing so, I didn't want to conquer. I didn't want to destroy. I didn't even want to fly. All I wanted, was to go home.