Optimus Prime: "A choice must be made, for only together, united as one race, can we truly survive... and prosper." How did it go so wrong? It seemed that peace was within our grasp. Some, however, we're all too keen to see that we never reached it. Razorclaw. Talk of his death proved to be false. Like the beast he is, he just kept coming. He feasted on the growing disdain for our alliance emanating from the Decepticons. It was hoped a mutual enemy in the Cybertronian Empire would keep a lid on the derision. We were wrong. While still flying the colours of the Decepticons, the Predacons began to see through their own agenda. Targeting our off-world installations, these renegade Predacons began to stockpile Energon and resources. In the interests of continuing the alliance, Autobots weren't to fire upon these rebellious Decepticons unless fired upon first. But this couldn't continue. We had to be proactive in response to this burgeoning enemy. If we couldn't fire upon them, we had to find someone that could. The Maximals were born. All off-world Autobot troops were rebranded, and we could now fight back, within the terms of the alliance. The war was now being fought on two fronts. The Maximals countering the Predacons, and the Autobot-Decepticon alliance battling the Cybertronian Empire, who were continuing to launch attacks on Cybertron. They were the greater enemy. Their true size - unknown. Their true ambitions - likewise. As little as we knew of them and the Liege Maximo, we knew they were coming. But it wasn't they whom destroyed the Earth. Humans had long been our allies, and the Earth a base for our operations in that part of the galaxy. It was also home to labs built for the development of new technologies, namely the continued experiments with Micromaster technology. Dwindling resources had long been an impetus for improved efficiency. Our, now Maximal, scientists delivered us an incredible advantage: Proto-Matter Technology. New recruits brought online were outfitted with these new, smaller and vastly more efficient bodies. It was at this point that the war changed, again. Megatron requested that the technology be shared with the Decepticons, in the interests of defeating the Empire, who we were hearing, we're moving towards something big. I refused his request, and this gave Razorclaw the final bit of momentum he needed to act on a larger scale. Megatron, who years earlier would have simply taken the technology by force, accepted my decision, much to the surprise to the majority of his troops. In contrast, Razorclaw launched an all out attack on Earth; one we never saw coming. They destroyed the Earth, and in doing so, announced their separation from the Deceptiocons. The Predacons had truly arrived. Losses - Catastrophic. 7 billion dead in one day, and any human survivors scattered amongst the stars. Decepticons left in droves for the greener pastures that was the Predacons. Megatron was impressed by the ferocious act, but outraged by the betrayal. As terrible as this all was, it was about to get much worse. The Hub, home of the Liege Maximo, had been found. We now knew the what and the where of their forces, but the greatest surprise was the terrifying why. With a contingent left behind to protect Cybertron from the new Predacon menace, an army was amused. Made up of Autobots, Maximals and those Decepticons still loyal to Megatron, he and I led the assault to destroy The Hub and deny the Liege what he saw as his destiny. The day was won. The casualties great. None greater than that of Megatron himself. Magnus has since described Megatron's final stand to me as Magnificent. Coming from Magnus, that's saying something. I wish I could have seen it. I'd taken heavy damage and was drifting in stasis amongst the debris of battle. I was offline for many cycles. When I awoke, the Decepticons were no more. With the heavy losses from both the assault on The Hub and desertion to the Predacons, the Decepticons were a mere shadow of their former glory. Shockwave, to whom the leadership had fallen, had little choice than to declare the Decepticons defunct. It was only logical after all. So here we stand. The war has changed again, as has the enemy. That sense of peace that had been so strong has faded - but isn't gone. This war will soon be at an end. --- What you've, hopefully, just read is the beginnings of my attempt to fill the gap between the end of the G2 Comics and Beast Wars. I've attempted to work within canon for the most part, of what we know of this time period and details from G2 and BW and after. I'd love people's comments. Enjoy.