No, this is not my second story, I deleted the others for…personal reasons.

This is my prologue: )

It's basically the history of Cybertron, or at least as much as I could piece together from the two movies. Though I do not own the history, I did attempt to fill in the holes as best as I could with my own spark. I hope it does not bore too much.

The first chapter promises to be more involved, for it is when the story starts and I get to play around a bit with the characters, which I do not own either.

If I owned the Transformers, I would not be sitting at this computer writing about them, I would be making a fortune off the movies, cartoons, comic books, and what not.

Though, I have made it a life goal to at least own Ironhide before I die. My mom says I should make goals.
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Prologue—The History of Cybertron

The sky was dark as columns of smoke billowed from a burn planet and into the sky. Blasts could be heard in the distance, and occasionally a pillar of fire would join with one of the smoke columns, lighting the dark air with an ominous, orange flare.

For years, war had raged on Cybertron, a rather small planet deep in space. It was a planet that sustained life, thought not life as most know it. The inhabitants, called Cybertroneons, were Autonomous Robotic Organisms whose very existence was due to the Allspark.

No one has yet to find the origin of this Allspark, but it's purpose, it's function is all too well known. This Allspark is energy, raw power. It is neither living, nor dead, and yet is has the ability to create life. This Allspark, for a foreign reason, decided that, deep in space, on a small, metallic planet, life was needed. And so, one day, or perhaps it was evening, organisms were placed on the planet, and the planet was sparked with life.

These 'robots' were humanoid, for they looked like humans, with limbs, torso, a head, the basic physical structure. They breathed the air of the planet they had inhabited, and lived off of it, as humans live off of their own planet. They spoke their own language of Cybertroneon, later known as the Language of the Primes; built up their own ranking system; and strived as an advanced civilization in the fields of weaponry, medicine, combat, and, most importantly, leadership and the importance of keeping one's society stable. The last one was the most important, and the first to fall.

The earliest ancestors of the Cybertroneons were Primes, strong, able leaders who lead the search around their system in search for suns needed for energy. Then had built a great machine, one that could harness the energy of a sun, no matter how small or large it was, and use the energy to feed the Cybertroneons. It was an efficient machine approved by all; but, of course, it had it's side-effects. When the energy was sucked from a sun in such a way, the sun was unable to sustain itself. The sun would implode, rendering the planets it had given light to uninhabitable.

The Primes had vowed not to use their new machine on suns around which inhabited planets orbited. One of their fellow brothers, though, was not so merciful to smaller, weaker, less organisms than them, and found the perfect sun to feast upon. He built up the machine upon a planet not much larger than their own; this planet, though, was greatly populated. The rest of the Primes soon found out of their brother's treachery, and came to the planet their brother had selected. A great war broke out upon the planet as the Primes restrained their brother. Finally, after a long period of four days, they succeeded in sending their brother from the planet, and buried the machine beneath the sand that covered the planet's surface; but their job was not done yet.

Knowing their brother would one day return, they decided they would need to hide the Matrix of Leadership, the key that activated the deadly machine their brother had built upon the planet. They traveled miles away from the buried machine, going further than they had explored of the small planet, and found a mountainside that looked promising. The Primes molded together a tomb of their own bodies, sealing the Matrix of Leadership within.

Years, decades, centuries passed as the tomb was slowly buried, as well, under the cover of the sand. The Cybertroneons' memory deteriorated, as the stories of the Primes did, and each generation knew less and less of these ancestors who had given their lives to protect the future of Cybertron and the rest of the galaxy. Within a few centuries, all knowledge of the Primes, except for the fact of them being great leaders long ago, was lost in the minds of the elders, who refused to speak their stories for fear history would repeat itself.

Peace was restored to Cybertron, though it was not the same peace that had held during the time of the Primes. Wars broke out often, arguments kept brothers apart, and life on Cybertron was no longer something to boast of. The government fell apart, and dictatorship reigned. All luck feigned, except the last bit that had been allowed to hold: their dictator was a peace-loving Cybertroneon who longed to bring his planet back to the stability he was sure it had once held; but this luck did not hold long enough.

A band of Cybertroneons known as Decepticons formed, led by Megatron. They came with numbers on their side and used force to take what was left of the government out, to destroy the remaining system of Cybertron and bring Megatron up as the next dictator.

The Decepticons scarred the planet with death as they began with the destruction of the planet, and then moved on to those inhabitants who resisted their reign. At first, none resisted, but id did not take long before a brave band of Cybertroneons, under the name of Autobots, fought back with a strength that matched that of the Revolutionaries, the Decepticons. Though there was still a disproportion in the ratio of Autobots and Decepticons, these Autobots were not to be underestimated. They were the best of the best, and more importantly, they had a Prime on their side. The Decepticons could not say so much. And so, the Cybertroneon Civil War had begun.

For years, as previously stated, this Civil War raged on. It was an even fight at first, when slowly the Autobots began to dwindle in numbers, and only a small handful of them were left. Even worse was when news of the Decepticon leader, Megatron, reached the Autobots about his finding this Allspark, or at least had knowledge of it's location. This news immediately spelled poorly for the Autobots, for they knew of the Allspark's power and feared for what purpose Megatron would harness it's energy. Immediately, three Autobots were sent after Megatron, following him to earth, a planet unknown to them.

For weeks the three Autobots searched earth for Megatron. When they had scanned the entire planet, on only slightly larger than their own Cybertron, and had come up fruitless, they scanned it again, only to find no trace of the Decepticon leader. They returned to their own planet, to find that, in their absence, the Autobots had lost nearly half of their handful of brave soldiers, and that a new Decepticon had temporarily taken up Megatron's place as leader of the Decepticons.

The Autobots were slowly forced into hiding, and though most did not wish to stand down and flee, they knew it was the only option if they, and the peace they fought for, were to survive.