This was my first fanfic before I came to this site. And now I want to post it here for more to see. I don't own any of these characters.
Chapter I
The Beginning
Cybertron. Metal. Living. Inhabited.
This is the home world of Cybertronians, who have lived in peace for millions of years.
But all is not well, the planet's Golden Age has long ended and it has since been replaced by a world full of corruption. Nova Prime is doing his best to keep peace & order, but a good portion of the public has turned against him.
And in the city of Kaon, a darkness grows like a cancer.
This darkness is the Decepticon movement. A group of Cybertronians who believe that power is everything and only the strong should rule. The public word as spread about them, but most are not worried.
They currently operate in an underground network of gladiatorial pits where they fight to death every day growing in strength and numbers.
The only reason why they haven't been found and apprehended, is due to Straxus, Governor of Kaon, covering up there crimes and convincing the rest of the council that there is no threat. All at the promise of power.
In the main arena in the center of Kaon, a fight rages.
Blackwall, a large black con with slotted eyes, is fighting Lugnut. All while Megatron, King of the Gladiator Pits and Leader of the Decepticons, watches from his throne.
The two are equal until Lugnut headbutts Blackwall and then proceeds to punch his face in, much to the crowds delight. The fight is now over as Megatron gets up from his throne and retires to his quarters.
"Lord Megatron." A voice at the door.
"Enter." Megatron answers.
The door opens to reveal a blue Decepticon with a glowing red visor, with a bird like creature sitting on his shoulder.
"Soundwave, what is it?" asked Megatron.
"Everything is in place for the attack," He informed. "All you need to do is rally the troops."
"Excellent, have all our followers gather in the main hall." Ordered Megatron.
Soundwave nods and leaves, Megatron heads over to the center of the back wall of his quarters and presses a button. The wall opens to reveal a large black cannon, which Megatron proceeds to attach to his arm and then heads out.
In the main hall, hundreds, maybe even more, gather as Megatron arrives and begins to address the masses.
"Decepticons!" He bellowed. "Now is time for us to rise up, and reclaim our planet and crush the weak Prime's who have driven it into the ground! Tomorrow the Age of the Decepticons, BEGINS!"
The crowd uproars in agreement as Megatron looks on.
The next morning in the city of Iacon, Nova Prime prepares to address the public on the planets current state. He arrives in the public square while a crowd gathers.
Just before he steps out on to the podium, he is stopped by his protege Sentinel.
"Nova, are you sure a simple speech will be able to sooth the public's tension, some believe you've gone soft." Sentinel asked with uncertainty.
"I may not be the Prime I used to be, but I'm still am one. Change is coming Sentinel. For good or the better. I can feel it in the Matrix." Prime responded.
Nova pats Sentinel on the shoulder and steps onto the podium. The whole planet watching.
"My fellow Cybertronians, I am here today in response to our planets current state. And I can assure you, I will not rest until our planet is restored to its former state. Change..." But before Nova could continue, a voice from the crowd cut him off.
"He's right!"
All eyes shift towards the front of the crowd to show a generic looking bot, with a peculiar insignia on his chest.
"Change is upon us! It's the end of the Primes!" The bot preached.
All present look on in confusion.
"The Primes have had their time!" The bot continued. "But now a new age is upon us! The Age of the Decepticons!
"Remove him!" Sentinel ordered.
When security guards move in the bot puts out his arms and screams.
"ALL HAIL MEGATRON!"
A large explosion then rang out. And for a moment, Cybertron seems to stand still.
For it had begun.
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