Say goodbye to the universe, Maximals! His voice boomed over the howl of the vortex.
The future has changed, Yes! The Autobots LOSE! Evil TRIUMPHS! He declared, and in that perfect moment he was as if a God.
And you... His voice boiled with a lifetime of deep rage, YOU NO LONGER EXIST!
The second Megatron made his gamble: The ultimate risk, for the ultimate prize.
To an extent, he was more than successful. Without Optimus Prime, the Autobots were routed and Earth was enslaved. Not by regime change, but by threat of force: Feed the Decepticon machine energon or be burnt off the face of the planet.
Megatron, the original, led the Decepticon army to victory. The Autobots were driven off planet onto colony worlds, space faring fleets and on secret installations on Cybertrons moons.
History had, before, seen the destruction of the being known as Unicron. History had, before, seen a Matrix bearer slay the all consuming devourer.
This time, however, their was no matrix bearer.

Orbital defense fleets were smashed. The surface was crushed. Autobot and Decepticon united in vain.
The battle ended with only a fraction of the population fleeing to the far reaches of the universe as Unicron feasted on Cybertron itself.
Some of the Primus Spawn survived. This, Unicron decided, was unacceptable. He was, powerful though he was, only one being.
One.
He decided to change that.
Had anyone been living to bear witness, they would have seen the massive planetoid seem to dissolve into a thousand thousand smaller forms.
They were Unicron. They were Legion. They were one.
They could search the far reaches of the Galaxy easily now. What one knew, all knew -- one of them was all of them.
And so began the hunt.
What was left of the Transformer race hid. Wether in colonies in the darkest corners of space or nomadic fleets, the Cybertronians were always under threat of being discovered.
Discovered and consumed.
However, in the Seventh battle group on the flagship Wandering Oasis, some are ready to fight to change that.
Half remembered whispers of legend tell of a long forgotten artifact that holds the one power to blot the Fallen God, Unicron, from the face of existance. An artifact almost unheard of after Megatron routed the Autobots at Earth.
The Matrix.
Throughout the fleet, a select few are sent a message:
FROM: CO@fleetcom.gi
STAMP: URGENT - PRIORITY SUPREME
SUBJECT: Assignment
You have been called upon to serve.
The existence of all Transformers, all life in the universe for that matter, depends upon our capability to act. For too long we have fled our foe.
If we fail to strike back against Unicron, all life will perish. It may take centuries or just decades, but the result will be inevitable.
With your skills, we intend to find the weapon we need.
Report to Wandering Oasis at 0700G in the Commanders Office.
>>CO
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The future has changed, Yes! The Autobots LOSE! Evil TRIUMPHS! He declared, and in that perfect moment he was as if a God.
And you... His voice boiled with a lifetime of deep rage, YOU NO LONGER EXIST!
The second Megatron made his gamble: The ultimate risk, for the ultimate prize.
To an extent, he was more than successful. Without Optimus Prime, the Autobots were routed and Earth was enslaved. Not by regime change, but by threat of force: Feed the Decepticon machine energon or be burnt off the face of the planet.
Megatron, the original, led the Decepticon army to victory. The Autobots were driven off planet onto colony worlds, space faring fleets and on secret installations on Cybertrons moons.
History had, before, seen the destruction of the being known as Unicron. History had, before, seen a Matrix bearer slay the all consuming devourer.
This time, however, their was no matrix bearer.

Orbital defense fleets were smashed. The surface was crushed. Autobot and Decepticon united in vain.
The battle ended with only a fraction of the population fleeing to the far reaches of the universe as Unicron feasted on Cybertron itself.
Some of the Primus Spawn survived. This, Unicron decided, was unacceptable. He was, powerful though he was, only one being.
One.
He decided to change that.
Had anyone been living to bear witness, they would have seen the massive planetoid seem to dissolve into a thousand thousand smaller forms.
They were Unicron. They were Legion. They were one.
They could search the far reaches of the Galaxy easily now. What one knew, all knew -- one of them was all of them.
And so began the hunt.
What was left of the Transformer race hid. Wether in colonies in the darkest corners of space or nomadic fleets, the Cybertronians were always under threat of being discovered.
Discovered and consumed.
However, in the Seventh battle group on the flagship Wandering Oasis, some are ready to fight to change that.
Half remembered whispers of legend tell of a long forgotten artifact that holds the one power to blot the Fallen God, Unicron, from the face of existance. An artifact almost unheard of after Megatron routed the Autobots at Earth.
The Matrix.
Throughout the fleet, a select few are sent a message:
FROM: CO@fleetcom.gi
STAMP: URGENT - PRIORITY SUPREME
SUBJECT: Assignment
You have been called upon to serve.
The existence of all Transformers, all life in the universe for that matter, depends upon our capability to act. For too long we have fled our foe.
If we fail to strike back against Unicron, all life will perish. It may take centuries or just decades, but the result will be inevitable.
With your skills, we intend to find the weapon we need.
Report to Wandering Oasis at 0700G in the Commanders Office.
>>CO
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