Just having fun with an idea I had. Prologue EDIT: Srry, just had to edit the whole thing. Eons ago, the war between the Fallen’s forces and the other Primes’ forces raged across the earth. One of the Primes that was with the forces of good strode into his main base. The other Primes looked on but ignored him, being one of their comrades and all. That Prime walked through the dark, endless cave that was the base, slowly striding, making sure his brothers or any of the seekers were noticing what he was up to. A bright light was at the end of the cave. A tiny one that wasn’t enough to brighten the cave. But the Prime appeared before it and stared at the glory of the Matrix of Leadership. He basked in its glow. But not for long. He looked around, making sure no one was around, before reaching out over the artifact. With his ancient sacred powers, he lifted the Matrix up with levitation, and then under his face plate, he grinned. His eyes turned into a bright red, and he teleported away, disappearing into thin air with the Matrix of Leadership. The enemy troops were losing, but the Fallen was still ruling them all. The powerful metal being stared down, observing the war as he himself stood upon a large, high cliff. His angular plated face was only as scary as the evil intent in his glowing pits that he called his eyes. Suddenly, a being teleported into view from behind him. The treacherous Prime came forth and bowed to his true leader. “Brother,” he humbly brought forth his hands, levitating the Matrix into the air. “I bring to you the artifact of ultimate power.” “Good,” the Fallen snatched the Matrix from the air and smiled beneath his metal guise His plan was working perfectly. Turning around, he continued to observe the fight. As he opened his jaws to speak, he was cut short after a loud shriek was heard from behind. From where his brother was. He looked back, and much to his surprise he found his brother struck by a spear in the spark chamber. The traitor gasped as he grasped the spear, trying to pull it out of his chest. Mortally wounded, he lost his grip and his glowing eyes glowed no more, revealing nothing more than black empty pits. He finally lost conscious and slipped in his footing, falling slowly but surely down the cliff, his dead, lifeless, heavy metal body tumbling down into the battlefield below. The Fallen looked down and saw his other brothers surrounding the dead body of the traitor. One of the Primes pulled the spear out of his dead chest, bearing back his ownership to it while speaking to himself, “May Primus forgive you.” Then he looked up, his bright blue eyes penetrating what was left of the Fallen’s compassionate soul, and he lifted his right, powerful hand. The Fallen found a strange force unclasping his fists, obviously formed by his brother, and the Matrix was brought out from his palms. It levitated in the air, hovering in the air before the force of levitation was gone, and gravity took over. The Matrix tumbled down, falling into one of the Primes’ hands. Together, the brothers heaved the traitors body towards a pyramid formed by the ancient men, where they welded themselves, sacrificing themselves as they formed a temporary tomb for the Matrix. The war was over, and the troops stopped fighting. The Fallen roared into the air, his victory stolen from him.