The great being walked through splendid halls toward the hall where he sensed unease and unrest amongst his warriors.

The room from where he emerged was one of barren stone, the only object of interest an enormous golden pool full blue liquid. Five beings surrounded it, talking in rapidly rising voices.

"Watch them slaughter each other…."

"Shouldn't we do something?"

"Bah! Humans are puny, but multiply like insects. A few thousand deaths will do nothing to end their wretched existence."

"Humph. Looks like a good rumble though."

"Brothers," the being interrupted. "Sister," he added as an afterthought. "Peace. I assume the humans fight once more?"

"As always," one remarked grumpily, the pool reflecting his orange and white armor. "They are a hopeless race. I say we finish them, once and for all, so their worthless cries and begs no longer plague my audio receptors."

"What would be the point?" a second warrior yawned. He stretched, his large green arms almost knocking over his yellow companion. "I would hardly be a battle of my time. Plus their tactics and needless bloodshed is always amusing."

"They are not a completely useless race," another remarked, the only female in the room. The blue light made her almost invisible as it was the color of her armor. The only distinguishing marks was a solid plume of pink on her helm. She reached over and delicately touched the surface of the pool. It's murky blue became clear, and showed a village of crumbling stone houses, all abandoned as it's inhabitants sought to escape the approaching army.

The image changed to the inside of one home, where a raven haired woman screamed in pain, lost in the throes of childbirth.

"My visions have shown me what lies ahead, and her child will be the key to it all. Her child holds the answer; her child will save more than his race." She looked at her brethren, cerulean optics gleaming. "He will save us all. Humanity will aid us more than we know."

"Bah!" The orange and white being scoffed. "You and your visions."

"Truly you Ratchet have felt the tides beginning to churn? Have you not felt the sudden stirring of the titan, Megatron? Or are your powers as old and worn as you are?"

Ratchet scowled, and turned to his silent leader. "Truly Optimus, you do not believe this drivel."

Optimus did not answer immediately. "Have you truly felt Megatron's stirrings?"

"I have."

"And you believe the boy will aid us?"

"I do."

Optimus nodded. "Then bring him here. I wish to see him myself. Take Smokescreen with you."

The femme, also known as Arcee smiled slightly. "As you command."

A kind of spur of the moment God of War/Too human/Transformers mixed prologue. I always wondered if there were cultures on Earth that would view Cybertronians as gods. Tell me what you think.