((Before you play in Unofficial, please take a moment and place your bio for your characters here SIGN UP Now, hope we have fun and enjoy.)) On the planet Astrus, a certain nation would be broadcasting one of its big news throughout the planet. A stage in front of a large crowd, crowd so large it seemed like Cybertronian Woodstock times fifty. The chants could be heard hundreds of miles away from the parameter of the event. Confetti littered the ground as people were celebrating through the streets. On the stage, the four councilors would be up front meanwhile Blade, Flicker, Feedback, Strike, Shadowshot, Eagle-eye, and Wraith would be behind them near the back of the stage. Blade turns to Flarewing "So....is this what publicity feels like?" Scrimer turns to a TV in his bar as he smiles "Got to love events like this, fills up my bar very nicely." He laughs as his bar "Scrimer's" __________________________________________________________ On a darkened planet, Vile looks at a control panel before the masses of killer experiments. "My fellow Darkwaves, how long have we been pushed away from the 'true' Cybertronians?"