Prime's Final Post

Good Day to you Humans.


Thank you for visiting Comlexia to see my final post. For my final piece I have decided to share with you a short story which I can only hope you enjoy.

Thank you for coming here to read my posts this week. I hope you have enjoyed reading them and who knows I might be back at some point in the future. Now on to the the short story!

Cybertron

A planet made out of metal, populated by transforming metropolises that are are so large they are incomprehensible and maintained by beings who can transform at well and are more than meets the eye. In its golden age Cybertron was like a fine tuned machine, with pistons pumping,cylinders moving and sliding and microchips processing day after day, year after year. Cybertron was essentially a planet sized factory which mass produced transforming robots and weapons for destinations unknown, to fight in wars of no consequence to it. This went on for thousands of years until one robot realised through the use of force and manipulation, he could rebel and break from the constant production line. Soon enough other robots joined him in his quest to rebel. No longer were these transformers, they chose a new name, a name to install fear into robots who stood against them or refused to join them. They became Decepticons and they attacked where ever they wanted and stole weapons they believed they rightfully owned. Any transformer that stood against them was quickly executed or vanished off the face of the planet. In one attack a transformer that was severely wounded received an upgrade from one of the elders. This upgraded transformer made the decision to fight back against the Decepticons who nearly extinguished his spark. Soon as before, others now joined this transformer who fought back making an opposing force to the Decepticons. This force would fight to protect Cybertron and to try and restore law and order, this force would eventually take the name Autobots.
So began the war on Cybertron that would rage over a million years and would result in the systematic destruction of the planet. The transforming cities were torn apart and rendered inert. The Decepticons spread like a cancer over the planet, leaving everything they touched infected, dead and barren. Now all that remains in ghost cities where only a few places are now habitable. Iacon is one of the few remaining cities that has yet to be infected. The remains of the Autobot army now reside there, with no permanent headquarters, hiding and surviving in structures long since abandoned.

This is where I have to knowingly send my soldiers to deaths on a regular basis to ensure the survival of the Autobots in the grand scheme of things.

This is my duty as the commander of the Autobots.

This is my life.

This is my home.

This is Cybertron.