War. It is always with us.
Our world, our once proud race, was torn apart by war. For centuries we lived in peace, until one day some of us decided they wanted more. Like all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. Pride, greed, and a lust for greatness divided us. Two factions rose and fought for that which gave us life… Control over our reality. Control over our destiny.
And so began the war.
It ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death. Our war raged on until the very ground swallowed our once mighty cities… Cybertron was destroyed. In its destruction, the Allspark of Primus was launched into space away from our enemies. Destined to be lost among the limitless stars, it remained hidden for centuries. Leaving our destroyed home, we scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it and rebuild our home, searching every star, every world…
And just when all hope seemed lost, by fortune or by fate, message of a new discovery drew us to a distant primitive world. Now it's just a matter of who will find it first. Our fates and the future of all worlds will be decided here.
One shall stand… One shall fall…
A million years isn't much, as the galaxy spins. Stars are older. Nebulae are older. Drifting shards of unidentifiable matter and splinters of subatomic particles and wave-form properties we don't even have names for yet are considerably older still. For human beings, though, a million years is a very long stretch indeed. It's a small step back in time, but one that extends way past our first feeble scratchings as a civilization, before we could be counted as even moderately intelligent creatures.
There are other entities out there, however, for whom a million years is a simple, measurable, comprehensible passing of time. Beings made of sterner stuff both mentally as well as materially. Intelligences straightforward yet vast, to whom our petty everyday concerns would be of no more concern than are those of an ant to a strolling human. Sometimes these beings pause to contemplate the universe. Sometimes they raise monuments and works that would stun into permanent silence the most imaginative among us. Sometimes they embark on and bring to fruition good works.
And sometimes... sometimes they are not nice.