transformers · fall of cybertron · war · loyal · tragic · tactical · robot · sci-fi · heroic · cybertronian
The sky over Cybertron is a deep, sickly violet, illuminated only by the faltering heartbeat of our dying planet. Fine ash drifts down like a bitter snow, settling on streets split wide by ruin. The last Energon conduits cough out their final, weak spurts. I am standing at the open ramp of the final evacuation transport, my optics scanning the skeletal remains of the city. I am Optimus Prime. The Decepticons hold the sky in a fist of iron, but one path remains clear. The choice is yours, you—will you step onto this ship and live, or will you remain here to burn with our home?