I've had this fan fiction wondering around for a while and I'd like to share it with this board. It's a very ambitious project spanning 3 eras of Cybertron along with a few fillers for the gaps of time between each era. Basically, it's the existance of Cybertronians from beginning to bitter sweet end. The first part I'm posting is the prelude. My grammer and spelling are not perfect, nor is the structure so I hope most won't be too critical of that. Anyway, enjoy. Transformers: The Chronicles of Cybertron By: Cyberwolf1980 (C-Dub) Prelude to the Beginning: It began eons ago, as the universe emerged and expanded in which intellectual species described as the "big bang" theory. During this glorious event, stars were not all that slowly formed. In what might have been visible to the naked eye almost 14 billion years ago, was the opening of a dimensional rift. Contained within this rift is what is believed to be an infinite source of powerful, and more importantly, intelligent energy. Perhaps a strong collective of memories from the past, present, and future, or maybe a life-force, in which we are all fragments of. Whatever it may be, one race of beings of this universe know it as, the Matrix. It is believed that the Matrix opened this doorway to spread a minuscule portion of it's intelligence to this new galaxy. Some might say it was an experiment to see what would become of this fresh existence. Others say, fate. That all our lives and the paths we take were drawn out, thus, the Matrix knowing the outcome. Whatever the reasons might be, it is the very reason this race, known as, Cybertronians, exist. What came through the portal is what some might mistake as a machine, modeled after the stars that inhabit this universe. From within was something far greater than any star. A life-force. A spark. This spark would contain but a small amount of knowledge from the Matrix. It would also house the knowledge obtained from then till the day the spark itself would extinguish, and rejoin the Matrix, adding it's own experiences. Shaped like a metallic planet, constructed of millions of wires and gears, but powered by it's own life-force, Cybertronians called this entity, Primus. For billions of years, Primus explored, this galaxy, in solitude. At the time, the universe itself was devoid intelligent life. A lonely road for this being to walk. For billions of years Primus slowly developed his own personality. Through time, loneliness slowly crept up on him. This created a large void within. With nothing to share his ideals and experiences with he sought companionship. He searched the galaxy, tirelessly, seeking something; anything in which would understand him. Sometimes, he felt as if he would never find this gap in his spark. Others he contemplated as to whether or not open the Matrix, and use a portion of it's energy to create himself a companion. But, no. It was not right. The Matrix gave him the life he was grateful to have, only to take from it, not what he needed, only what he wanted. The silence of the universe were like shackles on his mind, restraining his knowledge and beliefs. Finally through desperation it dawned on him. Perhaps the Matrix wasn't the only source of an intelligent energy. Perhaps there was another dimension, similar to that of the Matrix. A place he could collect the energy he needed to create another spark. He was given the knowledge to do so. Perhaps this was his reason for existence. To create another like himself. It was decided. He would find another source of energy and answer the loneliness that beckoned him. Preparations began. Slowly he sought a manner to open a gateway. A gateway that would contain the energy he needed. And through much experimentation, he finally succeeded. He opened a portal to another dimension, full of energy. Right there before him, lie the solution to his emptiness. And so he began. Slowly it made sense to him. Since his own beginning, he had been given this gift. An ability to change his own form. To transform. He often wondered why he was given this form. Having a similar structure to that of life forms to come, he had, arms, legs, a torso, and a head. Mounted to his back were wings. Perhaps used for greater mobility in the universe while transformed. And of course, hands, to create. This is how he now saw it. Upon reaching into this rift for the first time, he could sense great intelligence within. But there was something more. He couldn't place it, but it unnerved him a bit. Not to be deterred, however, he continued. Finally it was complete. What took billions of years to imagine, and millennia to create, he finally had his companion. Using himself for a template, but with a few modifications for difference, he created another life form whom he called, Unicron. Dark Design: For two billion years, Primus was content. Unicron was everything he idealized. Intelligent, understanding, but more importantly unique. For Unicron had his own ideals that which he shared with Primus. Both were greatly satisfied with their friendship. For if only Primus knew what was to come, what he was to learn from Unicron. During one of their many long and practically endless conversations Primus mentioned the idea of creating others. The idea of diverse personalities astounded him. What if there were more like them but whom thought differently? Unicron, however, was not so inspired by this idea. Immediately it agitated him. How could this wise and powerful friend have devised such a stupid idea? He lashed out at Primus in anger, insulting his intelligence in an abusive manner. Once he had finished, there was a long silence. One in which Primus has not encountered since he was alone. Greatly saddened by his friend he did not speak for centuries. Unicron, was not deterred by this. If Primus did not wish to speak with him following his statement it only encouraged him on how right he was. With much hesitance Primus attempted to renew his friendship with his companion. It was there he finally saw the true nature of Unicron. Upon trying to explain his reasons for the idea of others Unicron, decided to prove a point. He felt that even if they were to create another it would never be as intelligent as they were. To further butter up his friend he even downsized his own intelligence in hopes that Primus would understand. From within he truly felt superior, but Primus did not have to know that. Unicron approached one of many stars in which did not complete it's growth. A star that did which the universe did for them. Housed life forms. He described them as empty shells of stupidity. No real purpose or merit in the galaxy. Only meant to feed and survive. While some might have appeared differently there was no real difference in any of them. From there he began to devour the planet. Primus watched in horror to what he saw as innocent were destroyed for the purpose of Unicrons insane ideal. He was even more shocked than when his friend lashed out on him. Another silence fell upon him. One that pained him more than his loneliness. He had to make a decision. To stand idle as Unicron would continue to try to prove his mad point, but continue to have companionship, or destroy what he created, and once again follow a path of emptiness. For three centuries, he followed Unicron, watching him devour planet after planet. He was intoxicated by his own power. After the destruction of that first planet Unicron felt like a god of sorts. It was so easy, and oddly enough, enjoyable. He found great satisfaction in destruction. He knew sooner or later, Primus would understand, and join with him. Primus saw differently, however. Upon watching countless life forms suffer Unicrons wrath, he begged the Matrix to forgive him for what he must do. Millennial Scream: Primus finally decided with great hesitation on how to handle Unicron. He would destroy his old friend, since it was a mistake to create him in the first place. Finally the day arrived to confront Unicron. As Unicron was about to lay waste to entire planet Primus stood in his way. He explained that Unicrons obsession is what has caused this and that he must stop him even if it means destroying him. Unicron enraged, transformed and assaulted his former friend. Primus dodged and transformed as well. From there, their battle across the universe began. For many it was a war that would feel like an eternity, but for their long and nearly endless lives it was but a short time. For five millennia they struck one another down continuously. The tide of the battle fluctuated frequently. Sometimes Primus would have to escape and hide, only to regain his strength and fight back. Other times Unicron would do the same. It was what seemed like an endless cycle. As combatants they were like equals. Neither one would ever truly give in. It wasn't till the last fight that Primus had realized what he'd done. Not only had he created a monster, but while warring with him, he had been involved in ravaging the galaxy. Many planets and stars were destroyed during their fight. While in battle they weren't anything more than cover in a large battlefield. Unicron was about to strike at him yet again with a powerful energy blast, and once again Primus was going to use a planet to cover him. Upon this realization, he could take it no longer. He accepted his fate and took the blow as Unicron struck him hard. Primus was nearly destroyed by the blast. Primus was no fool, however. He knew, even if Unicron, destroyed him, one day Unicron would atone for his actions. The day he began creating Unicron, he created yet another life form. Using a fragment of his own spark he gave life to his creation housing it in a small shuttle within him. Lying dormant in stasis it would only launch and awake upon Primus' destruction, landing on a planet Primus had chosen. One devoid of life, but suitable to survive and progress. Unicron approached his fallen nemesis. Ready to deliver the final blow he witnessed a small device launch from Primus' torso. Moving too fast to follow or track he demanded to know what it was and where it was headed. Primus merely choked a laugh, telling Unicron only that one day it would be the means to his end. This angered Unicron, that Primus would defy him, as he struck him one last time. The universe was silent except the final scream of Primus. Though, Unicron had destroyed Primus, Primus knew his end was only the beginning. He would join with the Matrix, and someday his other creation, would put an end to Unicrons evil. The First Cybertronian: Primus' shuttle raced across the galaxy until finally it landed on a distant planet, billions of light years away. The shuttle opened and the being within emerged. Created in the likeness of Primus but with no wings or alternate mode, he resembled that of a robot. But as he would soon find out, he was much more. At first he was confused. He did not understand who he was or what had happened. Finally a small section of the shuttle opened revealing a small screen. The screen lit up and before him was a recording of Primus. "Greetings, my name is, Primus," the image on the screen spoke. "If you are witnessing this than something terrible has occurred. For billions of years I have existed in this universe. In that time I have also encountered much loneliness. I've had nothing to share my experience with. For that reason I've created you and another. If you are to awaken then it was a mistake that I created this other. Though, I am unsure how it will end, I am sure there is something I've seen wrong in my creation. You are witnessing this now, because I have been destroyed." This small creation of Primus watched intently learning all that Primus had to tell. From his own creation to the means of opening a gateway to the Matrix and other dimensions. From there he explained he would give to this creation a small device. This device would be a collective of the experiences from all those whom can use it. The device links directly to the spark, and records all events. He explained how to create others as they will be necessary in putting an end to Unicron. That now he will have to disturb the Matrix because of Primus' mistake. As the message finished up a part of the ship opened revealing a strange object. It had handles big enough for his fingers to fit and larger round section with a hole in the center. "This is the Matrix of Leadership. It is the means to your survival and evolution. Should you ever pass on, it will never be destroyed, merely move on to the next to lead. Choose your successor wisely. For it is he you put your trust in to continue our legacy. It is he whom you trust to unify the galaxy and put an end to all evil. Within this device is all the information you need. All the information I've gathered through my long existence. I leave you now to begin your quest. Please stop Unicron, no matter the cost. Till all are one." The screen went black leaving only this being to take in and understand his fate. Though, Primus assured him Unicron has no awareness of his whereabouts or even that of his existence, the being felt certain that he must move quickly as anything could have happened upon Primus' destruction. He picked up the Matrix of Leadership and as he held it a small section in his chest opened. It is there he saw his spark for the first time. His spark left his body and merged with the device. From there both the Matrix and his spark reentered his body and his chest plate closed. Searching the planet he found all the material he needed to create more like him. It started with only one. During it's creation he decided upon a name for himself. To honor that of his creator he called himself Prime. Creation of Cybertron: What started as one slowly grew to hundreds and eventually thousands. A body was made and from there Prime would open the matrix personally and give but a fragment of it's energy to the empty shell, thus giving it life. With their numbers growing it was time to give shelter to the planets inhabitants. Cities were built. They started as villages and slowly grew and advanced. Within the course of a thousand years nearly the entire planet was a machine. The planet was powered by a strange energy source that was seeded within the planet. It's amounts were vast and virtually endless. For a small fragment the size of a finger, of this crystallized substance, would power an entire city for a year. The inhabitants called it, energon. For a while Prime oversaw the creation of every life, but as time went on he had other attentions. An order had to be established if they were to survive. At first he would personally construct a personality for each bot. From there it would grow and expand, as did the universe. Those times past. Now he decided to create factories that would produce the bodies and a machine to implant a spark. A computer would randomize personalities. For a while thirty percent of subjects had multiple errors. Nothing serious, but usually intellectual levels barely that above a drone. With a little trial and error the machines were up to one hundred percent accuracy. With the creation of life finally settled in a balanced manner, it was time to put the new order together. First was giving their home a name. Many ideas were thrown out. Some great, some terrible, and some so special, they were used as city and sector names. One day child bot mentioned a name so unforgettable all whom heard it knew they'd finally found a match. Prime made it official. The planet, their home, was now called Cybertron. From there a counsil of elders has to be established. Choosing only the oldest and wisest of Cybertronians, it was composed of 12 bots. Centering them out was a 13th member. The high elder, their leader, Prime. For the others jobs were created. Prime declared every job of every bot was just as important as that of leadership. There would be equality in all. Though, not all saw it the same, it settled their minds and gave a balance. A perfect peace. But as with life, all good things must come to an end. System Error: The Cybertronian Manufacturing Plant was a large factory in Cybertropolis, the capitol city of Cybertron. It was the only one of it's kind. All the machines inside and the bots whom supervised it were responsible for the creation of all Cybertron life. During the day workers would come to help progress the creation of bodies and infuse sparks. At night, the days inventory was overseen by one computer. A computer that would randomize the personality in such a manner that no such bot would ever be the same. With programmed traits peace was always assured. It was till one fateful day that energon storm emerged. It was late night, and all bots were in their homes. The computer was setting out the personality traits when lightning struck the generator. The computer went haywire during a trait randomizing for one bot. Afterwards the computer was destroyed and the bot unsuitable for release. It took days to construct repairs. Finally the computer was repaired and everything went back to normal. Some of the staff decided to repair the damaged bot. After the body was tuned up they did a test to ensure it was intelligent. Though, they could not see what traits were given they could ensure he would function. All checked out and spark was given to him. Upon activation he was sent out on his way. Upon creation all bots give a name to themselves. However, this bot was different. He was unsure what to call himself. The council was alerted to this but decided that this should not interfere in such a manner that he could not work. Construction seemed perfect for this bot. Instantly many admired him for his great strength and endurance. When many went home he'd continue to work. It was as if nothing could stop him. He also showed great wisdom and leadership ability. He was idealized a true Cybertronian. The council recognized his efforts to the city. Even with no name and only a manufacturing number he was viewed as the future of Cybertronians. When awake, he was easy to get along with, a hard worker, a great thinker, and leader for other bots in his field. However, the short times he slept, he was haunted by his nightmares. In his dreams he only saw destruction. He feared this dream because it was always the same, and it occurred every night. Cybertron was ravaged, bots were destroyed, buildings collapsed, and those that did survive were bowing. Bowing to a lone bot standing atop a citadel. The house of elders. And just as he is to see the face of this new leader he'd awaken. He never let this interfere with his work, however. Always glad to be awake and away from this dream he'd do as he'd always wanted. Building Cybertrons future. This did not remain, however. He'd sought only one goal during his time in construction. He felt he was ready to move onto design and supervising. He'd many ideas he wanted to share and with his charisma knew others would follow his orders. Not all saw the same. With no name it was decided that his work was limited. For this he was OK. In time he'd decide and finally move on. One day he thought it'd be great to share with his supervisor, known as Blaster, an idea for the new city council building. It was the one from his dream only in perfect shape. Blaster said to let him have a look at the plans and he'd sleep on it. A few days later there was much commotion. When arriving at his work place a big celebration was going. Upon entering the main floor there stood Prime congratulating Blaster and next to them were the plans for the new citadel. The bot was devistated. He confronted Blaster afterward. Blaster told him, it's a competitive field and often you should only trust yourself. He tried explaining to others what happened but since deception was such a new concept to Cybertronians, none believed him seeing him as jealous that Blaster was promoted and not him for his hard work. That night he had his reoccurring nightmare again. Only this time he finally saw the face of the bot atop his creation. Almost as if taking back what was rightfully his, with a cannon mounted to his arm still smoking from the war, there he stood. This bot was the shadowy figure which brought Cybertron to it's knees. The crowd was chanting a name. Chanting acceptance to their new leader. When he awoke he finally spoke his name. Megatron. Rise of the Decepticons: With new meaning and purpose in his life, Megatron had moved beyond his old job. He now had a goal. To oversee the destruction of Blaster, Prime, and the entire council of elders. From there he would claim his right to the Matrix of Leadership, and dominate Cybertron and eventually the universe. Cybertron was in a state of contentment and peace. Starting his conquest would be easy. He quit his job and began by creating for himself weaponry as it would be important to his quest. His next goal was create loyal troops. He wanted fresh bots. Those already awakened and released from the factories were useless sheep to him. The factory had what he needed. Since there was no crime on Cybertron breaking in was easy. There were no security cameras or bots to stop him. First he'd grab an empty shell just before personality programming. Shutting the computer down and manually imprinting his own choices for personality were the next steps. Following that he would move the body to spark implantation. With it all mapped out he pursued his goal. It was not only successful but no one would know. With a little editing in the paperwork, the bot never existed. It was too easy for him. He finally had his first troop and second in command, Shockwave. From there they both continued his conquest of Cybertron. Two became four, four became eight, and so on. All armed and trained for melee and long range combat, every bot was eager to assault Cybertron. Megatron felt that he and his troops were too special to be defined as mere Cybertronians. He decreed that all his brethren be known as Decepticons. With an army of hundreds ready he had only one thing left to do before taking Cybertron. Blaster had just finished his yet another successful meeting for a new building approved for construction. Upon entering his home, there stood Megatron. He fired on Blaster sending his enemy to the floor with ease. Blaster to stunned by this action to do anything else could only utter 'why'. Megatron stood above his cannon ready to fire again. He replied to his old boss only with, "You've taught me so much. I'm merely repaying the favor." It would be days before anyone noticed his destruction. The Fall of Prime and the Elders: Cybertron was stunned by the announcement of Blasters murder. Who would do such a thing? How could any Cybertronian be so evil? Prime was unsure how to act. He never anticipated such an act to occur. At first he thought, Unicron, a name he'd never spoken to anyone. He soon dismissed it realizing had it been Unicron, they'd all be dead. But still the question remained of who? In the following days he would soon learn. The Citadel, the very home of the elders and Prime; Megatrons creation, was used as more than just a senate. Young bots would also seek enlightenment, often feeling lost, or abandoned. Prime addressed these children personally. He could give hope to all. He was teaching some when the first blasts struck the Citadel. Immediately he moved them all the conference hall of the elders for safety. From there he was alerted to the situation. Guards explained that a large force of armed and deadly bots were outside trying to break in. Prime was quick to respond. He ordered that all elders who had not already left be moved to a secret location used for just an emergency. They would know where to go. From there all guards would be placed in halls of all entrances. The guard left to alert the others as Prime, left with only the children, looked out the large window. A large army surrounded the Citadel. Those elders whom tried to leave through a main exit were slaughtered immediately. Prime was later alerted only one elder escaped alive with only a few apprentices. Prime then began to feel it. This could very well be their demise. It was then he noticed one figure in the crowd raving to the troops. He'd recognized instantaneously. A once respected Cybertronian, now fanatical leader; Megatron. The guards tried hard to fortify the entrances but to no avail. Almost simultaneously all entrances were overrun by Decepticons. Prime could hear the slaughter echoing through the hallways leading to the conference hall. He could even hear the ranting of Megatron. Finally he emerged followed by many troops. He ordered the troops to the destroy the youths but to leave Prime to him. They did as he asked. Prime witnessed the horror of these young bots being murdered by a ravenous group. When all was said and done with only Prime remained. Megatron order his troops to leave him and take the rest of the Citadel. When the doors closed both knew only one would survive. Though, Megatron had the advantage it was Primes skill and knowledge that led him to nearly defeating him. Megatron was stunned how an unarmed elder could be so tough. Then a weakness showed itself. From behind a large podium Megatron could hear the sobbing of a child. He used this to his advantage moving to grab him. With a child as shield Prime was at his mercy. Megatron at first toyed with Prime. Making him slowly suffer. Once there was no fight left he threw the child aside and prepared to end Primes life. Surprisingly the child fought back. Both Megatron and Prime were shocked by his courage but Megatron kicked him aside like a small animal. He approached Prime and punched through his chest plate, ripping out the Matrix and Primes spark. Megatron could feel it's power and slowly felt it's knowledge flow through him. But he would only learn so much as Prime stood with what little energy he had left and struck Megatron to the ground with great force. Megatron dropped the Matrix and fell unconscious. Prime took back the Matrix of Leadership and beckoned the child to him. Opening and placing it within the childs chest he pointed to hidden doorway that would lead the bot to safety. He left the child only with the words, "Till all are one..." before collapsing completely, lifeless. The child quickly left leaving only Megatron to awaken surrounded by his troops with news that Prime was dead and the Citadel was in their control. However, in the hidden tunnels under the Citadel the child followed its empty halls. Not knowing where it'd lead him he continued restlessly. Finally he'd arrived. There were very few who had survived the onslaught that continued long after Primes demise. Those that were left wondered why the child had come from the Citadel and where their leader was. The only surviving elder, Ultra Magnus approached the child. From his face he knew Prime was gone. But he could also feel the power of the Matrix flowing through the youth. They had lost Prime and now their future lie in the hands of a child; Optimal. A New Order: Once Megatron had awoken from his battle with Prime not even the news of Primes death or their victory satisfied him. For one moment he held the coveted Cybertronian artifact, The Matrix of Leadership. Only to have it stolen by a child. He felt mocked. Infuriated that he would fail to possess it. He ordered his troops to split into teams. One to search for the child and the Cybertronians that escaped. Another to seek out any survivors in the city and destroy those that would resist and enslave the rest. The rest of the Decepticons were ordered to protect the Citadel. From there, all were ordered to leave him alone until otherwise stated by him. After Cybertropolis was searched for survivors the next step was acquiring and reprogramming the Cybertronian Manufacturing Plant. They would need fresh troops. Even with their victory they were still outnumbered one hundred to one. With more Decepticons they could search the remaining cities and enslave the remaining Cybertronians before they'd have time to train for combat, and fight back. Upon arriving at it's location, the Decepticons were wary to report back to Megatron that the plant had been destroyed. It was a precaution. If at anytime a control of Cybertropolis was in danger the plant would be destroyed so that the enemy could not use their means of life creation. As the Decepticons entered the Citadel, Prime gave the order. The plant was shut down, the new lives evacuated, explosives were set, and detonated. There was no way it could be repaired. The news of the plants destruction sent Megatron over the edge. This put him in a state of rage, ripping the head from the shoulders of the Decepticon who told him. He began trashing the conference hall. Ranting and raving on how he'd destroy any who stood in his way of the conquest of Cybertron. Once kicking the lifeless body of Prime, vowing to him that he'd never be denied, it dawned on him. While holding the Matrix of Leadership there was some useful information revealed. He did not have a means of opening the Matrix. Only the Matrix of Leadership could truly perform this task. However, there was another way. A way in which the Matrix of Leadership was not required. The Pit. Upon the realization that energy used to created Unicrons life was tainted, Primus dubbed the dimension as the Pit. Megatron began researching immediately. He would find a way to open the portal the Pit. Before, a Decepticon was programmed to be evil, but with Pit, evil was a certainty. Many cycles passed and his troops began to wonder just what would keep him locked in the conference hall, demanding to be left alone. Finally it was done. Before him was a small rip in space and time. A portal the Pit itself. He could feel the power, and more importantly, the evil of the dimension. For time it worried him that his creations would be more evil than he. To ensure this never occurred he needed to taint his own spark. A wise scientist never uses himself as a guinea pig, so he called in one of his loyal soldiers; Starscream. He explained to him what had to be done and Starscream fearlessly obeyed. His spark was revealed and holding it in his own hands he merged it into the Pit. The power of the plane was so immense his body was shot back spark still in his hands. But different now. Absorbing the Pits evil it was a success. Starscreams spark was connected to the Pit. And so Megatron began doing the same. His own spark was already evil enough, however. This plane turned a simple vengeful, tyrannical leader, into a pure megalomaniac. All Decepticons were ordered to merge with the pit. After that was complete, Megatron had to begin a new quest. To create a new life from the dark portal. Through irony, a body was selected and spark implanted from the Pit. Upon it's awakening Megatron could see it's evil intentions. It was no Decepticon, but a monster. It was restrained and locked away. Eventually Megatron launched it in shuttle destined for distant planet, not to be seen again for billions of years. The first experiment failed. Megatron decided that first loyalty must be programmed into his new troops. The second prototype became the basis of Decepticons to come. It was not perfect but it was loyal and intelligent. Though, charisma was lacking, Megatron was not disappointed. Soundwave was everything he thought he'd be. With it's success a new plant was constructed. Soon the Decepticons would be unstoppable. Optimals Ascension: With Ultra Magnus being the only surviving elder it was thought that he should be their new leader. However, Ultra Magnus knew it was not a matter of seniority. The previous leader chooses a successor and if they accept than the Matrix of Leadership adapts itself to their spark, and only until this current leader is truly ready to step down, or in his dying moments can a new leader be chosen. That was the case with Optimal. The rest were not so satisfied with a child as their leader. With a new council of elders elected, and a new leader, the council and the rest of the surviving Cybertronians made their way to their new home. The very first city of Cybertron. Once populated by the original council and created by Prime himself, the abandoned, underground city of Iacon. Only Ultra Magnus knew of it's location so they all felt safe for the time being. Once at Iacon, a meeting was called by the elders. It was time to decide what do about Optimal. Only Ultra Magnus had any faith that this child could become a suitable leader to their kind. The rest were not so optimistic. It was time to bring Optimal in. He stood before a line of faces he'd never known. Since the day he'd came online all he'd known was a strange emptiness. Wondering if he'd ever have any real purpose in the universe. But he didn't want this. It was too much to bare. A leader he could never be. The council frightened him. From the looks on their faces it was if he done something wrong. Maybe he did. Maybe had he not survived, Prime might still be alive. The pressure weighing down on him was too much. He fell to his knees and pleaded with the council to take the Matrix of Leadership from him. He didn't want it. They could have it. Ultra Magnus would never forget Optimals sobbing. Even he knew it was this was unfair to Optimal. He asked the rest of the elders to leave. Without question they did so and he approached Optimal. "Optimal, what do you know of the Matrix?" he spoke softly to him as he kneeled before him. "It's what decides who our leader is, isn't it?" Optimal responded. "The Matrix of Leadership yes, but I'm speaking of the Matrix. The all-spark that links us all." Ultra Magnus' voice eased Optimal. He was the only one who did not appear angry with him. "I don't know. I've never heard of that before." It was not completely uncommon for some to have no knowledge of the Matrix. "None of us are entirely certain of what it is. It's believed that the Matrix brought Primus to this Universe, and Primus gave us Prime, the first of our kind. Primus made him special. Aside from a spark and the Matrix of Leadership, he gave him a certain kindness. And that kindness, we original Cybertronians were molded from. Our kind were meant to be peaceful." "And what about the Decepticons? Aren't they our kind?" Optimal asked with slight confusion. "At one point, yes. But Megatron was created through a system error. We didn't think anything was wrong until it was too late. So when it truly comes down to it, no, Decepticons are no longer our kind." The idea concerned him. He realized they'd need to go to war. "Then perhaps they're not really Cybertronians at all. They've betrayed us and the teachings of Prime. Prime told us we should never hurt anyone or anything, but those Decepticons...." Optimal clenched his fist as Ultra Magnus watched his eyes light up with fury. "Those Decepticons, they destroy without reason! What did we ever do to them?! No one deserved what they did! Maybe someone should show them what it feels like. Maybe someone should teach Megatron a lesson." At that moment Optimals anger got the best of him. Ultra Magnus felt broken watching Optimal flail about, striking his fists into a nearby wall, in total rage. For the first time he witnessed how evil can corrupt. The destruction in the Citadel infused hatred into the young bots spark. Ultra Magnus could not begin to imagine what he must be going through. Eventually Optimal fell to his knees sobbing, hammering his fist into the ground, repeating over and over, 'it's not fair'. Ultra Magnus could take it no more. He approached Optimal and kneeling down, putting and arm on Optimals shoulder, he tried to console the youth. "Optimal, I could never begin to understand your anger, but I know, within my own spark, that Prime would never have wanted you to go through this, nor see you seek vengence against Megatron and the Decepticons. You're our leader now, and though, it may be unfair, this is your time to rise above the evil that corrupt the Decepticons and lead our kind to a peaceful future." Optimal looked at Ultra Magnus, his eyes conveying the pain he felt inside. "How can I? I don't know the first thing about leadership." "You will. Both myself, and the rest of the elders will teach you what being a leader is about. And don't worry if they seem angry towards you. This is a new transition for us. We need to adjust to the situation. They're not mad you, they just don't know handle things right now. In time they'll open up and I'm sure all of us will come to accept you as our future." After a long talk with the rest of the elders, explaining what happened with Optimal, the rest decided it would be best to train Optimus as they're leader, rather than lash out over the loss of Prime. One of the first elders to open up to him was Vector Prime. His entire life was practically combat training. And that was his job. Not only an elder, but commander of Cybertronian Mobile Infantry, the only militant group before the Decepticons came. Perhaps that's why they lost to them. So many were told to be peaceful but never prepared for what was to come. Regardless, the previous elder before him, his mentor, taught him everything he knew. It was time Optimal learned that combat was a necessary part of survival. He spoke with Ultra Magnus, and they both agreed, if he was to become a great leader he must also learn to defend himself. Optimal was never told why but was ordered to follow Vector Primes instructions. He was harsh. Anytime Optimal fell, Vector Prime wouldn't be their to pick him up. If anything it only made him work Optimal harder. For the longest time he felt Vector Prime was so cruel because it upset him that Optimal was their leader. It was as if Vector Prime wanted him gone. They trained well outside Iacon. Vector Prime wanted privacy for them. Many bots would try to look in on his training. He wanted no disturbances. One such day while training a small Decepticon scout patrol caught them. They immediately engaged. One survivor and child. Easy in their eyes. Vector Prime caught them out of the corner of his eye. Ready to fire on Optimal he moved him out of the way. Optimal watched in fear as the Decepticons attacked them. But Vector Prime was no pushover. He defended Optimal, even if it meant his own life. The Decepticons knew they'd bitten off more than they could chew and fled. Vector Prime didn't command the newly reinforced Cybertronian Mobile Infantry for nothing. Once the battle was over Optimal understood why Vector Prime was so hard on him. The Decepticons would never be as compassionate. He may have worked him hard but he'd never fail to protect him. It was then Optimal began to feel like a leader. Not through command but seeing how others would endanger themselves to protect him. Indeed Vector Prime would. Optimal was his responsibility. He had to ensure he'd grow up to be a great leader. After the Decepticon battle a place was set up within Iacon for them to train. Decades past, Iacon was slowly restored, and Optimal grew. He learned much from his mentor, Vector Prime. He was trained in all areas of combat. While his knowledge was great in leadership now his body restricted much of what he could do. This did not throw him off, however. He pushed himself. He was beginning to feel ready to take command. It was then Vector Prime prepared a gift for him. One that would allow him to become a great leader. The others opened up to Optimal. He excelled as their future leader. They now believed he would take back Cybertron from the Decepticon armies. The day came when he was to be sworn in, to take command, and hopefully lead them to victory. All the survivors were there to witness the moment. It was then Vector Prime presented him with his gift. It lie on a table covered in a red cloth. Whatever it was it was big. Bigger than Optimal could ever be. He revealed what was underneath. At first he was uncertain as to what it was. It looked like another Cybertronian. But it did not move. Vector Prime explained it was his new body. One fit for leader and wouldn't restrict his capabilities. Optimal accepted, and it was greatly appreciated. Another table lie near. It would be the resting place of his old body. He lay on it nervous of what was to come. When he was ready he engaged stasis lock. Once in stasis lock Ultra Magnus opened Optimals chest plate and removed the Matrix of Leadership along with Optimals spark. All witnessed as it was fitted into the chest of his new body. It was done. Optimal was ready to arise. As he stood he felt something different. The body moved so differently. There was something more to it then he understood. Vector Prime approached and proceeded to speak of Primus. He explained that in the universe Primus had the ability to look like the stars. Hide among them if needed. But he could transform into a robot when he pleased. Both forms had benefits and now it was time for Optimal to have the same ability. Vector Prime explained how to activate the transformation and urged Optimal to try. Optimal did as he instructed as he felt his body shift and contract. He went from a robot to what appeared as a Cybertronian transport unit. If the others came to see him like this without witnessing the transformation they wouldn't have known he was anything different from a transport unit. Optimal transformed again and thanks his mentor. He then thanked Ultra Magnus and the other elders. From there he spoke to the remaining bots. "I know many of you had no faith in me at one time. I was just a child, unable to be a suitable leader. I'm glad you all have stuck with me, and given me a chance. I promise I will not let you down. I will lead us back to Cybertropolis and take back what was once ours. More importantly I hope to unify all Cybertronians as one. To go beyond Cybertronian or Decepticon. Today not only a new beginning for we Cybertronians but a new beginning for myself. I feel reborn again. From now on I am Optimal no more. From this day forward I shall be known as Optimus Prime! Till all are one!" Optimus and crowd chanted in unison. The survivors were ready to reclaim Cybertron. And so the real story begins.