Usually when I write a fic I start in word and I make sure that I can finish an idea before I post it here, but every now and then a thought pops in my head that I feel I gotta just roll with, so consider this a sort of 'freestyle' fic that may end up..................anywhere. A few things to note. First, this will attempt to tell the story of the Great War from the perspective of Megatron as opposed to Autobot loyalists. Secondly, the term Decepticon will not be used initially, instead I will call them Cybertronians while keeping the name Autobot for the guys in red. If the story gets reviews and I decide to continue it the term Decepticon will eventually be employed by the Autobots as a word used to slander those led b Megatron. Prime will still be good ole benevolent Prime and the Autobots will pretty much be what we've come to expect, the biggest difference will hopefully be how the portrayal of the Decepticons can help people see why they are going down the path they travel. Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PRECURSER Voice over The name, is Megatron, and I am the leader of the Cybertronian rebellion that will soon rid our planet of the Quintesson infestation that has plagued our kind with propaganda and slavery for far too long. When the tales of this rebellion reach the pages of history there are some who will say it was about freedom and liberating the race of Transformers from the techno-organic hands of those slimmy Quints, but the truth of the matter is that what I am leading is far more than a rebellion. We are in the midst of a movement, a movement with a love and devotion for Cybertron at its very core, and it is a movement that must continue long after this particular war has been won. ------------------ Ancient Cybertron: On a metal world in the midst of global upheaval there shines a beacon of light untained by the scars of war. It is a place of peace where its citizens are able to live freely and in many way ignorant to the chaos that its planet is overwhelmed with outside of the city walls. The city is Iacon, and it is the primary home of a race of mechs who've come to be known as Autobots. Within the safety and comfort of its walls the High Council convienes to discuss what the likely ramifications of the defeat of their one time masters will mean. "Emirate Xaaron, Elita One, and Alpha Trion," a large orange robot with a broad golden chest and piercing blue optics looking out of a shimmering silver helmeted head began. "I have called this emergency meeting to order because I forsee drastic changes on the horizon for Cybertron, Iacon included. We are at a point of no return in the war with the rogue Quintesson Alliance. Our efforts have been fruitful in that the majority of the planet has now been liberated thanks to the sacrifice and will of the brave mechs and femmes who have manned the front lines in virtual secrecy as we have tried to keep Iacon protected. But as we near the end of this conflict, one of our greatest fears has presented itself. Come with me to the infirmary." Sentinal concluded as he led the small contingent into a dimly lit room were two large powerfully built frames layed motionless. "Are they functional?" Alpha Trion asked? "I detect a life force in each, one is rather faint, but I do believe I can quickly bring the other out of stasis." Xarron declared as he placed his hands on the powerfully built blue chestplate of the large white mech and the breastplate of the badly damaged silver and red, yet equally powerfully built mech. "Come on Mechs, come on Optronix!" Elita One cheered as Xaaron attempted to work his magic. "Let us leave them." Alpha Trion plead. "Emirate Xaaron will do all he can." "As you all can see," Sentinal interjected as he escorted the remaining council members back from the infirmary, "One of our two military commanders sparks has been all but extinguished." Sobs filled the room as thoughts of the lifeless form of Optronix they had gazed upon dominated their processors. "The time for grief must be short because if we do not act now, many more will share in the fate of our dear friend Optronix. From the reports I've been given, I am forced to conclude that our other general, Megatron has gone rogue." "What do you mean Sentinal?" Elita inquired. "The data I've been given seems to indicate that the wound that had led to Optronix's current circumstance came directly from the barrel of Megatron's fusion cannon." Sentinal answered. "In addition to that it appears that while we've been fighting Quints on the front lines, Megatron has had some of his troops secretly fortifying the Polyhex region without authorization. That is where Optronix was.......discovered." "Megatron always marched to his own beat to a great extent but never would he kill Optronix, the two were like brothers." Elita stated. "I too find it awefully hard to believe as someone who has trained them both and seen how they look at one another." Alpha Trion declared. "Be that as it may," the commanding voice of Sentinal began, "the evidence we have shows us that things may not be as we have always believed them to be, and furthermore, the Quintesson threat is not yet over. It appears they and their guardians are poised to make a final charge and their target is Iacon." "Should we begin alerting the citizens and preparing an evacuation?" Elita asked. "No, the other mech with Optronix in the infirmary designated as Magnus, a soldier who recently came online, was able to procure this device." Sentinal replied as he unveiled a remote data pad. "Do you recognize this trinket Alpha Trion? "The Coda Remote!" Alpha Trion sighed. "This could render the legions of guardians the Quints have as totally useless if I get program it a properly and am able to get close enough to them." "You do that Alpha Trion." Sentinal commanded. "And Elita, round up Beta and your crew and assist Alpha Trion in getting to their stronghold. I will personally send word to Megatron and together we will insure that this Quintesson threat comes to an end and afterwards, I will deal with Megatron myself."