Smash! Crash! Boom! Energon, scattered everywhere, Autobots and Decepticon both fighting for Cybertron... but, what was it worth? They had already lost Cybertron, their home. Anger, fear, power thirst... it all lead to this, to war. Alas, the war did nothing, it didn’t solve anything, only made it worse....
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-Years before the great war for Cybertron, on a warm day-
Peaceful, the wind calm. A hush lullaby sang with the whistle of the wind, a whisper. Everything felt, perfect. Like nothing wrong could happen. Why a moment like this should end, I can not answer, but, it does and it did. The calm winds were replaced with harsh strong winds. The hush lullaby, a whisper, became loud and ringing, a yell or scream. Optics shot open. Primus knew what had happened, and nothing was good...