Prologue: You've all heard the stories. Great Wars, devastation, death on a global scale, over and over again. I always thought it was a simplistic view to characterize the struggle as good vs. evil, when there were so many reasons for fighting that had nothing to do with either. That changed for me, finally, thousands of vorns after the wars had supposedly stopped forever. For the record, I was once a 'Con, although nobody uses the term anymore, and there are few left even to remember it. I'll tell you first how everything ended. The good guys won (of course), evil was smited, so thoroughly that it could never enter the universe again. The children of Cybertron finally contained the essence known in our galaxy as Unicron once and for all. The item would contain him, and all those who bore his taint, in the Prism. The binding of the Prism was irrevocable; body, mind and spirit were split and immobile. Unicron would not reform or escape to another universe. The Prism was undiscerning between Unicron and the other transformers who had been affected by his taint, i.e. the 'Cons. Those who had fought for good left the universe as well. That was the bargain. Unicron's evil could be restrained from corupting the physical realm, but all transformers had to leave behind their physical forms as well. They transcended, became beings of pure energy. They could still observe their former home, but never affect it directly.