Remember all those times I talked about writing my own series because Hasbro would never do it? Well, I'm getting off my ass and doing it now! Enjoy the first episode/chapter/whatever. EPISODE 1. WAR FOR CYBERTRON Cybertron. The battle was over. The outskirts of the Autobot capitol of Iacon were littered with the dead of Autotroopers, Vehicons, and other named combatinants not strong enough to survive. Medics and coroners walked through the carnage, looking for the living and piling up the dead. High above in the city itself, the capitol was in one piece. The building had three great spires, all overlooking the city. One tower contained the leader of Iacon and the Autobots, Sentinel Prime. He watched the medics desperatly try to save the dying and sighed. The warrior had been thrugh over a thousand years of war, but never before had he seen what happened here. The Decepticons nearly won, but thier leader, Megatron, called a retreat. It was puzzling, but it allowed Sentinel and his soldiers to breath easy. He turned to the inside of his tower, where the councel of Primes sat. Sentinel cleared his throat. "This was thier boldest attack yet." He stated. "The Decepticons nearly won Iacon, but they retreated. It is most likely thier battle strategy.". Zeta Prime stood. "But what would thier plan be if they retreat before they win and kill us all? It Doesn't make any sense!". Sentinel looked down. "I don't know, but I can guarentee this is there plan.". "And if your wrong?" Zeta continued. "What if they recieved word of something bad that'll destroy Cybertron? Unicron, The Fallen, it could be anything!". "Have order!" Alpha Prime ordered. "There is nothing to fear! Nothing apocolyptic, anyway! This is just thier strategy!". "You've been wrong before." Zeta remarked. Sentinel sighed and sat down as the two began to argue. He turned to his left. "Have you anything to say, Optimus?" The young Prime looked at Sentinel and thought. After one, he stood up. "Both of you have order!" He yelled at the arguing elder Primes. They stopped and stared, along with the rest of the Prime councel. "If the end of Cybertron's days are amung us, then we need to plan to rebuild. Hatchling growth has been slow, and if anything cataclysmic happens, we need to have a plan to regroup after the storm.". Sentinel nodded. "Wise words, Optimus. He is right. If our fears of Unicron or Megatronus are apon us, we need a plan to continue the Cybertronian race.". "How do you suggest we do so?". Zeta asked. From across the table, Nova Prime looked at Zeta. "I suggest we send a shipful of Hatchlings and a strike team to an alien planet. Then the Decepticons nor Unicron will find them.". Sentinel looked at the table. "Who shall go?". The entire table save Optimus and a second created an uproar. Sentinel couldn't believe his councel was acting like members of Arcee's school. "Everyone be quiet!" Sentinel ordered. Everyone did. "We need a younger Prime to go. Most of us are almost to deactivation. Even with our Matrixes. I suggest-" A small voice arose from Sentinel's right. "I'll go." Sentinel turned to see who spoke. It was Rodimus. He was a rather young Prime, but it was Sentinel's decisin to make him one. "I may not know a lot about Cybertron or combat, but I know what it takes to survive. Trust me, Seninel. You did before.". The entire councel muttered to eachother, and making dissaproving glances at Rodimus. But Sentinel stood. "I agree. Rodimus shall lead a team to an alien planet.". "Outragous!" Zeta yelled. He is too young. Send me or Optimus!". Sentinel looked at the old Prime. "One more trip to the med bay and your offline, Zeta. It is best if you remain. It is decided. Rodimus shall go!". Optimus slowly clapped. Rodimus looked at his friend, who gave him a thumbs up. For once in his life, Rodimus felt good. In another tower, Decepticon leader Megatron stood. He looked into Cybertron's dark sky and remained scilent. Behind him, his top leutenants spoke to eachother. "Why did he order a retreat?!" Starscream asked, annoyed. "He's been staring at the sky and muttering to himself for hours." SHockwave replied. He looked at his leader. "He hasn't been this way for some time.". Starscream turned to look at the scientist. "Since what?". "Unicron". The two turned to Soundwave, who was typing on a keyboard. "Unicron arrived when Megatron was still a Prime. He left for some reason, but I always knew he;d be back.". Starscream snorted. "Please. That old myth is a bunch of nonsense. Unicron doesn't exist. Never has.". Shockwave looked at Starscream, yellow eye crackling with energy. "I saw it.". Sarscream chuckled. "You saw an Autobot mirage. It wasn't real.". "All the people killed by him were.". Soundwave replied. Starscream shook his head. "You're al delusional. There is no Unicron. Our leader is simply losing it.". Nobody had the heart to tell Starscream that Megatron was right behind him. Using his fusion cannon, he knocked Starscream to the ground. "Imbecal." He replied. He turned to his leutenants. "The end is amung us, friends. Unicron is bound to return.". "And how do you know!?" Starscream replied, dusting his armor off. "When I went scounting in deep space, I saw him. He told me that he'd attack my planet. But I didn't believe him.". "Delusions." Starscream replied. "WHat shall we do?" Soundwave asked. Megatron looked back at the sky. "Nothing. We can't do anything but escape.". Cawing filled the room. Megatron urned to see Lazerbeak enter the room. "Our spy has arrived." Soundwave reported. Lazerbeak turned into a disc and entered the computer Soundwave was typing on. The video of Sentinel talking to the Primes played. Megatron growled at each word said by Sentinel and Rodimus. "Order an assult." Megatron replied. Nobody moved. "WELL?!" Megatron bellowed. "All our generals are dead." Shockwave reported. Megatron roared and punched the computer. Lazerbeak flew out and Soundwave caught him. "Then call out 'Hgh Lord Supreme'!". Megatron yelled. "The Dreads should have taken care of the councel. We need to make our move before the apocopyse comes!". Everyone nodded and dispursed. Starscream remained. "Delusions." He repeated. Megatron roared and grabbed Starscream. Snarling, he threw the Air Commander over his balcony. Optimus and Rodimus walked throught the halls of Omega Palace, the Prime's councel room. "What do you think about all this?" Rodimus asked. Optimus shook his head. "All of us are a little crazy. It's probably the startling move by Megatron.". Before Rodimus could speak, Ironhide ran up. The Wrecker Commando looked scared. "Optimus, come on! The Councel has been murdered!". Optimus and Rodimus couldn't believe what they heard. Frenzied, they ran with Ironhide. When they reached the councel room, puddles of Energon littered the floor. Dead Primes ere strewn about, in an animalistic manner. Sentinel stood at his balcony, a disgusted look on his face. "What happened!?" Optimus asked. Sentinel sighed. "Megatron's assassins. They're going to make thier move.". The security cameras all over the room were destroyed. Ironhide tapped on the computer on the far side of the room. "They destroyed the cameras. but we still got them.". A video played on the screen. The Primes were at a councel, then smoke pellets filled the room. Five black shapes entered the room, catching the Primes off-guard. Rodimus scowled. "Crankcase's hunters." He replied softly. Sentinel slammed his fist on the table. "Our councel dead... Thier Matrixes stolen... They've gone too far. I will stop them once and for all!". Ironhide pointed past Sentinel and out the balcony. "Nows your chance.". Sentinel, Optimus, and Rodimus turned. The sky was filled with Seekers and Jet Vehicons. The ground was covered with the three types of Vehicons, catching the Autotroopers and Medics off-guard. They massacured the few surviving Autotroopers and moved towards Iacon's main entrance. Sentinel looked past them to a squad of Tank Vehicons. Riding on the largest was Megatron. To his sides were Starscream and High Lord Supreme Straxus. Sentinel turned to his friends. "It begins today." He remarked. Well, what do you think? Is this going somewhere? Or is it lame?