Mere Anarchy
Written by DBX

Destiny awaits. Some embrace it, others control it. I did the same in trying to alter history. To change the flow of the mighty river of time. In doing so I overlooked where the river was flowing to. My destiny is to control Cybertron, and to rid it of its impurity. I have escaped the Maximals, the fools. Cybertron is ahead, and with my power they will crumble.

The weapons fire upon me. Weapons meant to stop ships. A relentless, desperate act to stop me from reaching the surface. Even now as I make my descent I can feel each blast striking me, it burns!! I have to approach quickly. I double my descent, I have to strike the surface with the force of an asteroid to avoid the defenses. The heat would be unbarable to most, not to me, I was born in fire. The landing is not without its consequences, the damage is minimal. No sooner do I recover than I am greeted yet again with gunfire. Cybertron's army. Insignificant nats. They have no idea who they are dealing with.

As I counter attack I see their faces. Determination, anger, fear, and finally pain as they fall before me. Those who remain look briefly at their fallen comrades. But as they continue their attack it is evident to me that they view the dead as I do. Soldiers, casualties of war. The first casualties of this war, my war. Some run, some stay their ground, others are frozen with fear. All will lose. It's their personality, their individuality that makes them weak. The very spark within their shells. How can Cybertron ever hope to achieve perfection with such an obvious flaw? The same flaw that cost me the Beast Wars.

Silence falls as my enemies lay in waste. The first of many on the road to Cybertron's destiny. I have not seen Cybertron in so long. I walk on the grounds that Autobots and Decepticons once fought. Centuries of war and conflict with no clear end until one destroys the other. Another burden of their individual sparks. The key to my victory lies within the Citadel, but I'm not ready to take it yet. There is much to be done.

Let it begin!

"Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world."