This little bit will explain my universe a little, at least the history of Cybertron. We stop where the next chap begins, as I introduce to you a very beloved character that's been floating around my brain like an obsessed moth for quite some time. The chapters will, of course, be a whole lot longer than this. To those who, by the way, are wondering why I've been dead for like, what, two months, maybe closer to three? I've gone away from my home country for 10 months. Reason for this sudden, albeit planned departure, would be that I'm an exchange student. ;) Fun as hell, but this has got to have been the hardest 1,5 months of my life so far... I'm exhausted. Anyway, enjoy. The first real chapter to this one is almost done, I'll upload as soon as possible, maybe already in a couple of days. As for the other story, which I'm trying to update rather soon too, I'm experiencing a little trouble in getting through a point with reasonably little embarrassement for myself, since I have no idea how to write it and I don't wanna rush. I hate rushing. Especially since the rest is so nicely written, it would look too stupid. I'd never live it down... I hope I don't hook you too much, because the updates will be irregular. At best.
In the beginning, when the Cybertronian race was first created by the Allspark, they were all equal, all one. The only noticeable difference between the first Cybertronians was that some had red optics, some had blue. No one knew why it was so.
It never mattered.
For a long, long time, everything went well. Though their numbers increased, the Cybertronians remained a peaceful race with no need to leave their native planet. Gradually the people started noticing differences in the two halfs of Cybertronian beings. The red-optics, being bigger and stronger, began working the hard shifts of work, building and creating structures of great wonder and beauty. One particular part of these red-opticed Cybertronians, those gifted with wings, became the messengers of the planet. The blue-optics, though smaller and not as strong, excelled in the practice of the mind, planning and developing new, better technology to serve the ever-growing population. They were led by a chosen Prime, and it was made so that there was always an equal amount of both red- and blue-optic heritage in the leaders, so that they could effectively lead everyone equally. For almost ten millennia, life was good and fair on Cybertron, and the people prospered.
Then, something went terribly wrong.
It began with the decision of a Prime. In his opinion, it wasn't right that all the others had the right to freely choose their spark-mates from the whole population, and the line of Primes couldn't. Instead of taking a red-optic femme as he was supposed to, he bonded with another blue-optic femme, like his mother had been. This wasn't a problem, and life went on. Unfortunately, the following Primes, too, chose almost only blue-optics, and as the red-optic heritage lessened in the Prime lineage, so did the status of the red-optics in the society. In the end, four millennia after the Prime who chose differently, the red-optics were referred to as Decepticons, and the better folk, the ones with the blue optics, were Autobots. There still were some who bonded with someone from the other social class, but they were few and far in between, much fewer than in the beginning. Our story begins here, in a time when the Autobots live in the grand, brightly lit metropolitan cities of Cybertron, while the Decepticons, now rendered redundant by the advanced technology, prowl the city edges, scratching their living off anything that doesn't move fast enough to avoid capture. They are unhappy, discontent, filled with scorn and hate directed at their well-faring kin.
The Allspark shivers in its place in the middle of the grand city of Iacon, the capital of the Cybertronian empire. It shivers in anticipation of a change.
A revolution.
A war, ready to tear the beautiful planet apart with its infinite rage. If it could, the Allspark would cry, because that war is now inevitable. And close. The children of the Allspark will never be the same.
The Allspark shivers again.