AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I made the Transformers normal sized rather then giants. So they're the same size as a regular human, or a bit bigger. Also, the Transformers are from the War/Fall of Cybertron era.

War…

No matter who it's fought by, or which ideologies you fight for, it's the same bloodshed, massive scale death on both sides, and screams of horror.

The year was, in human terms 2513. It was probably far more in Galactic terms, but at the moment the year, or the date, didn't matter much.

A massive Venator cruiser, belonging to the Republic, stood silently, hovering above the planet of Cybertron. Their newest allies, the Autobots, were wonders of science, truly. The best Republic scientists vigorously studied their innards and their mechanical workings. It was all biological, their ability to turn into vehicles. Such a unique species, so unfortunate they had to be embroiled in war. Against Megatron, the worst of their bunch, pitting the Autobots against their eternal enemies, the Decepticons.

THE ERADNIUS SPACE STATION

Eradnius was a colossal space station, it took four months to create this ornate, yet also very well protected structure of beauty and might. It was shaped like a pyramid, with the tip at the top being the citadel-like area where the head occupants would meet and discuss matters of importance. It was in use currently.

Count Dooku was an elderly man, who had seen much. Especially, he had witnessed the downfall of the Republic to the greed of the Senate, the Jedi into nothing more then bullies of the Galaxy, acting on the will of a handful of corrupt politicians. He grumbled something under his breath, and shook his head. It was time for a future to shine.

Megatron was nearly the same size as Dooku, only an inch taller, but he looked more fearsome then the frail-looking elder. But in truth, if he so pleased, the Count could kill all of the unworthy organisms sitting next to him at this Corellian-wood made table.

"So, we've donated more then enough troops and resources to your Separatist Crisis, Count." finally announced Queen Myrrah of the Locust Horde, shattering the silence. Her raspy voice was more then recognizable. "We're expecting results soon." she followed.

"Myrrah, and all others who generously donated manpower and supplies, you will not be disappointed. My ultimatum goal is finally culminating, we just need a few more events to divide the Galaxy into total warfare." convinced the Count, his soothing voice calming the nerves of the meeting-goers. "Indeed, Count. Over the last year, we've been repeatedly being feed the same information, about your supposed ultimate plan to finally drive the hammer of war into the Galaxy. Truth is, I'm still struggling in my war against the humans of the UNSC." retorted the High Prophet of Truth.

"I must also give my complaints. We're expecting more then just a few terror attacks. We want something on a larger scale. I've been embroiled in a war against the Autobot scum for seven decades, the bloody stalemate will continue until we can finally get things done!" cried Megatron, his rage shaking the table.

"Relax, all of you. My plan will take place at Geonosis. It involves the kidnapping of two key Jedi and a Senator. The Republic and their lapdog allies will want to stage a rescue for their pets, and then, we shall take them by surprise." gleefully announced Dooku. They finally seemed satisfied, all nodding their heads in total agreement.

"THIS IS KILO SQUADRON FIVE-FIVE-SEVEN! GRUBS HAVE US PINNED DOWN FROM ALL SIDES! I REPEAT, GRUBS HAVE-" the static overcame the desperate COG's cries for help, as a saddened Colonel Loomis took in every agonizing bit of audio from that radio. Jaxis City was about to fall to the rampant Locust Horde. Their goal, kill every man, woman, and child in sight, brutally, with no remorse. Their Queen was, oddly enough, a human. What kind of insanity constantly drives her brain to order her minions to commit these atrocities on her own species is beyond Loomis.

The footsteps of an unknown individual echoed as they approached the makeshift command post. Lights flickered, and some often died, and revived themselves back to life, only to die out once more. The automatic door creaked open, revealing Dominic Santiago. Loyal friend to Marcus Fenix and commendable soldier, being a loyal Coalition of Ordered Governments to the end. "Colonel Loomis, we have some good news." spoke the COG Marine. Loomis was suddenly interested. Good news was a foreign concept to him ever since the war began.

"What is it, Dom?" inquired the curious Colonel. "Sir, Hoffman's giving a pardon on all jailed inmates, Marcus is free, sir!" excitedly spoke the now giddy Marine. Loomis said nothing, and sighed. "It just goes to show how desperate of a war we're waging." mumbled Loomis, under his breath, before continuing to observe on a holotable the disastrous battle of Jaxis.

The atmosphere was that of a cold, utter, silence. The Chancellor's office was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Palpatine sighed, his brain processing all of the available information he could gather. Yes, Mace Windu and Chairman Richard Prescott, the idiots, wanted a meeting with Palpatine. To discuss the growing Separatist Crisis. Optimus Prime, the wise yet autonomous robot, would also be attending.

Shifting through his ever-growing databanks of information, stored within the calculating Sith's mind, lie, currently, the most important edition of all. The Clone Army. Yes, the army needed to fight such a massing force. When the great Galactic Gathering occurred, all of these factions and organizations met in one disorganized mess. Now, a year after, the battle-lines were drawn. Opposing Palpatine's plans were the Earth-born humans of the UNSC, The Jedi, The noble Autobot Army, and the Coalition of Ordered Governments. All of which were interlinked as allies. But their enemies, the Locust, CIS, Covenant, and Decepticons, were greater in number and ferocity.

He'd have to maneuver entire species for his plan to work now. But he'd work through it. One day, the Galactic Empire will rise, and destroy all others in it's undeniable glory. It was forming in Palpatine's mind, the anthem, the exact wording of the songs that would be played in his honor, the size of his throne-

Mace Windu entered the room, followed by Richard Prescott and Optimus Prime. "Ah, my friends! Please, take a seat. We have much to discuss, and little time." spoke Palpatine, putting on the veil of a kind, friendly, and cooperative man. One who would never consider even the smudge of a dark thought plaguing in mind. When in truth, not even the darkest thoughts of an organism's mind could combat what reveled within Palpatine's brain.

"Chancellor, the Separatist Crisis is reaching a breaking point. Our enemies have united against us. We have Locusts bursting from the ground, Decepticons causing havoc, Covenant aliens massacring indiscriminately. The Outer Rim is falling into chaos, the Republic doesn't have any say there anymore." spoke the concerned Jedi, distraught easily catchable within his short lecture.

"I've been told about this, incursion of our territory. Our shipments are being attacked by the day, the culprits being Trade Federation corporation warships." replied Palpatine, swinging his fingers up and about to try and show some sense of stress. In Truth, everything was falling into place.

"Sera is being surrounded by unfriendly neighbors. Separatists control one moon, Covenant the other. The deranged Decepticon Scientist, Shockwave, is using his expendable army of Decepticons to brutally experiment on my people. I'm having none of it." angrily protested Prescott.

Prescott, the arrogant dotard. Palpatine would be sure he'd be killed first once Command Sixty-Six was initiated. His ego and self-inflated personality made for having conversation with him unbearable.

"Cybertron's people are suffering. Megatron will take Iacon and force us out of our home soon, if we're not quick." pleaded Optimus Prime.

Ah, Prime. The only one in this triumvirate he actually held some sort of shred of admiration for. He took action with his words. That was commendable. Unlike the Jedi or Prescott, using their authority to try to bully others into submission. He could see why Dooku got such success turning rabble-rousing protests against the Republic into a full-fledged movement.

"Gentlemen. I understand all your concerns, but going to war would mean catastrophe!" protested Palpatine, trying to make it seem like he was against the imminent conflict about to burst into an uncontrollable mesh of warfare.

Before anyone could say more, the automatic doors swiveled open once more. In came Lord Hood, commander of the UNSC. Behind him trailed Admiral Keyes, one of the most proficient admirals that served the Earth-born expansion organization. "We came as soon as we heard a meeting was occurring." acknowledged Hood. Palpatine merely nodded, but his inside scowled ruefully at the man. Hood never kept his nose in his own business, always bursting into conversations and discussions that weren't his. That would be his downfall one day, vowed the secret Sith mastermind.

Hood and Keyes sat at the corner of the Chancellor's office, getting a full view of the bustling traffic of Coruscant's streets.

"Again, I know. Covenant, Decepticons, Locust, they seem to be boxing us in. I guess we have no other choice. Gentlemen, the meeting is dismissed, I shall make the first steps towards the creation of an army, to sufficiently combat our enemies, and one day, take the fight to their soil."