Disclaimers: I do not own Beast Wars or Transformers; this awesomeness is owned by Hasbro…unfortunately…I only own my OCs which you will meet along the story.
A/N:This story is set in an AU of my creation, although some of the basic story plots and events are from the original Beast Wars, the rest is all me.
This is my first Beast Wars/TF fanfic; heck, it's my first fic ever,so please be gentle. And constructive criticism is welcome, but flamers and trolls shall be thrown into the Insecticon Swarm. Thank you~! X3
Prologue - The Great War
Many millennia ago, on a planet called Cybertron, a race of sentient robotic beings lived in relative peace and prosperity. That is, until the war started.
As with every war, its beginnings come from the discontentment of the lower caste mechs living lives of slaves and drones, being treated no better than such. As while they toiled and worked endlessly for meager energon rations and below inadequate housing; it was only a matter of time till someone finally said "Enough".
And it should be irony or fate, that this mech be a miner, the lowest of the caste systems. His name was D-16, a designation given to him as a mere convenience for the supervising higher ups to distinguish him from other workers.
One day, a senator came about to inform the miners that new machinery would be employed, thus rendering them obsolete. This was the energon drop that tipped the cube.
Blinded by a deep rage, D-16 threw his mining ax…and off lined the senator in one swift blow.
After having been captured and prosecuted, he was sentenced to be a slave in the Gladiator Pits of Kaon.
Here, he battled his way to the top of the Gladiator ranks and made a name for himself: Megatronus, so named after one of the first Thirteen Primes.
Once his name was known among media circuits of Cybertron's more prosperous sectors, he began speaking of the horrors and injustices of the caste system and the need to create a new Cybertron, one where all mechs were equal and all could have a chance to become more than what they'd been created or programmed to be.
His words were mostly ignored by those who were of a higher caste; even brushed off as nothing more than a malfunctioning bot with ridiculous ideals. But one mech listened, and it filled his spark with something he had never felt. Hope. Determination. A need to make his home the place this 'Megatronous' envisioned it could be.
His name was Orion Pax, a simple dock worker and Archiver that had never truly questioned his place and existence. Until now.
In time, he met with the gladiator and found themselves becoming friends; they even began discussing ways they could make their ideals come to pass.
It was here that their thoughts differentiated drastically; Orion was a soft spoken mech who suggested more diplomatically based solutions. Megatronous, having lived his entire existence fighting for his life, wished for a more direct and forceful approach.
One day, they managed to receive an audience with the High Council of Cybertron, the political center of the planets leaders.
The Council paid little heed to Megatronous' 'self-righteous ramblings', but where instantly impressed with the young Orion's firm determination and open honesty, not to mention his humble personality and lack of guile.
In the end, they offered the young mech a chance to become the next Prime.
Seeing this as a betrayal, Megatronous became bitter and began recruiting mechs; and those that were not with him…were against him.
He declared open war on all of Cybertron.
As time passed and The Great War, as it came to be known later on, waged on; the ideals of freedom and equality that Megatronous had so vehemently preached about became lost; as did the mech.
Gone was Megatronous, and in his place was now Megatron, a tyrannical dictator ruled by his hunger for power and the energon of his enemies. Of his once friend Orion Pax, now called Optimus Prime.
Cybertron was now divided into two factions: Megatron's energon-thirsty Decepticons and Prime's valiant Autobots. Any chance for an equal world became less and less likely every time a ship was shot down, a city laid to ruins, a mech off lined in cold-energon.
But not only did Megatron and his legions lay waste to the planet's once thriving surface; he drained it of its life source, Energon, like a black hole sucking the matter out of any unlucky star or planet that came too close to it.
It seemed hopeless for the young Prime and his mechs.
Was this how it would end; not in victory and a freed Cybertron, but from starvation at the servos of their enemies?
And then, just when they were about to give up, one of their scientists discovered a solution; plans for an Ancient Energon Harvester.
The technology was old, from the time of the Thirteen, but they could adapt it.
They finally had a means to gain the upper hand in the war!
The only problem was that Cybertron was completely barren of any energon to harvest. They would have to find another world with the right mineral compositions and radiation levels to allow the creation and continued support of energon deposits.
It was risky, borderline suicidal, decision, but it was their only option.
A small ship, with a five-mech crew of their most brilliant minds and their finest engineers, was sent out on what was probably a one-way trip.
Their only objective was to find a planet that could host a generous enough energon deposit from which they could draw from until the War was ended.
And find it, they did.
And with it came an end to a seemingly endless reign of death and tyranny.
There is very little information on the planet and its location; the only known fact about it is that its location was inscribed into a Golden Disk which lies within the impenetrable vaults of the newly reconstructed New Iacon Archives Temple, filed as an emergency energon source and only to be searched out if another War should come to be.
And there it remains, to this very orn.
A/N: I know, not much of a prologue, but trust me, the story will get better~! Please, review and if you find something in which I need to improve or if you have advice on how I can improve, I would happily hear it and thank you for it~