Prologue
Cybertron, once a bustling planet filled with life, now reduced to an entire battlefield. Although, the war that currently took place was not of two factions, but of two cybertonians: Optimus Primal and Megatron. They fought across all of Cybertron, neither of them showing any signs of surrendering. At last, Megatron had the once great leader of the maximals in his clutches as he was flying towards his fortress near the core of Cybertron.
"As you can see, Optimus Primal, all of your attempts to stop me have failed!" Megatron bellowed. "And now, as a reward, I shall allow you to witness my grand ascension!" The top of the fortress split open, revealing a large throne. It was too big for any maximal or predicon. The only beings' large enough to fit were the old cybertonians. As Megatron reached his throne, billions of transformers sparks were flying towards him.
"Come to me my children!" Megatron shouted. "No, try to resist. You cannot join with Megatron!" Optimus shouted. "Save your breath, maximal," Megatron retorted, "they're already mine." Optimus watched in horror as the sparks were merging with the lowly tyrant. Optimus the tried to reason with him. "This is wrong Megatron. We are all but fragments of the Matrix, which releases us in order to struggle and grow and evolve, so when we return to it, IT may grow and evolve. Thus, do we serve the Matrix, not just by battling, but also by acquiring knowledge, wisdom, and Experiencing love!"
Megatron was furious. He was on the verge to becoming a deity, yet this lowly maximal was trying to take it all from him. "Knowledge, wisdom, love: am I supposed to occupy my mind with trivialities in the face of ultimate power?" he questioned. "Is that the only ideal you serve Megatron, megalomania!?" Said Optimus.
"And what do you serve Optimus Primal? The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest!? Are those your lofty ideals?" Optimus was beginning to lose hope. How could he stop Megatron now? Suddenly, one of the sparks stopped in front of him and said, "Optimus, don't give up Big-Bot, this isn't over yet." Then he realized, it was cheetor's spark. Then, all of his friends' sparks flew around him, saying that the battle was not over just yet.
It was too late, Megatron had absorbed all the sparks. His grand ascension had begun. His eyes shot out a white light and his body began to grow. "My great ascension is finally complete, YES!" Megatron pointed his hands towards the seal over the well of all-sparks. Purple lightning shot from his hands, tearing away at the barrier. "Once I enter the planets core, I will form a perfect world, with ME as its core conscious! All that remains is to activate the key to vector sigma, and this planet will be transformed into the perfect techno-sphere!" Megatron stated
A giant, glowing ring of energy appeared before Megatron, with him looking to recreate Cybertron. Suddenly, the ring disappeared! "Wh-what, why is nothing happening?" Megatron was confused. He could not understand why he couldn't activate the key to vector sigma. "Have you forgotten, Megatron," Optimus questioned, "now that we share the oracle, you can't activate the key without me." Megatron tried calling his bluff. "You're lying," he said. "Am I? Look within yourself." Megatron then saw that both his and Optimus' spark were fused.
"You have what I need," said Optimus, "The means to reformat Cybertron. I have what you need, the means to reach its organic core; STALEMATE!" Despite his spark burning with anger, Megatron had a plan. "Not quite, my friend!" A beam of energy shot from Megatron's hand, encasing Optimus in a red energy sphere. "You can destroy my body Megatron, but not my spark!" Optimus bellowed. "I don't have to destroy you," Megatron retorted, "I need only separate you from the oracle." And that's exactly what Megatron did. "Now, I alone control the fat of Cybertron!" Megatron finally activated the key to vector sigma, and shot it straight through the core, turning it to cold, lifeless metal.
"Nooo!" Optimus shouted. It was over, Megatron had finally won, he was now ruler of an entire planet. What his ancestor could not accomplish in eons, he accomplished in days! Optimus tried to escape his prison, but it was to no avail. He filed his people and his friends, no, his family! It was all over. Megatron had won. "Say farewell to the last of the organic," said Megatron. No, there was still a chance to defeat Megatron. Optimus would not lose hope. Just then, Optimus heard a voice calling out to him. It was the oracle! Yes, there was still a chance. A chance to make things right. "Not so long as I'm drawing breath!" Optimus shouted. His eyes began to glow white and his spark was reignited.
He broke free of Megatron's control and fired a beam of energy at him. It ricocheted off his leg and onto his throne. "Trying to physically harm me? How amusing." Just as Megatron was ranting on about how he was invincible, Optimus noticed that the metal on the throne was turning organic! "Soon your disgustingly organic body will be merged with the techno-matter, while your spark remains with me." The spikes on the throne turned into vines and latched themselves onto Megatron's arms. Optimus flew up to his chest and tried pushing him into the well. He blasted away at one of the vines holding Megatron still.
"What are you doing!?" the tyrant questioned furiously. "Planting the seeds of the future," Optimus replied, "we must seek the balance Megatron, not just between the organic and the technological, but between eternal enemies. Between you and I!" Finally, Optimus destroyed the last vine holding back the would-be warlord, causing them to both fall into the well of all-sparks. "The great transformation awaits, Megatron. Prepare to be… reformatted." Then, everything went white.