- Motto: ""Close your mouth and open your mind.""
- Weapon: Gatling Cannon
Hello fandom! I came across this thread and decided to put this idea I had on here. This is a neo-G1 fan fiction story by me. The characters are mostly based off of the toys featured in Classics, Henkei, Universe, Generations, United, and Reveal the Shield's classics, with a hint of movieverse influence. Some of the characters are completely new or are from post-G1 continuities. I may change the personalities or the way the characters are presented, because I am simply being creative and telling my interpretation. There will be clues to unanswered questions hidden throughout the story, but you will only find them if your mind catches them.
I will start off with an introduction narrative. It might sound a little cliched or overdone in the Transformers universe, but it works. Here we go:
After years of incessant war and destruction, our planet was left a ravaged yet peaceful place. The Decepticons were ultimately defeated, and we were eventually able to obtain a state of peace and harmony. We no longer identified ourselves under an established faction, and functioned as a normal society...until one fateful day.
One of our citizens who was suspicious of the former tyrant Galvatron decided to "silently" murder the former Decepticon leader, hoping to eradicate any Decepticon uprisings from Cybertron. Unfortunately, Galvatron's former close minions became suspicious of his absence, and eventually discovered his corpse. These former powerful Decepticon soldiers then declared the Autobots traitors to the Transformers race, claiming they wished to rule the planet and enslave the former Decepticons, and proceeded to establish the Decepticon Empire of Cybertron. We were once again under an era of oppresion, and the Autobots hoped that proving their obedience would persuade the Decepticons to loosen our bindings and return to peace. This was uneffective, especially when one of our own betrayed us to be employed by the new tyrant to accomplish a most horrid task. One by one, former Autobots were turned against their former brothers and sisters, brainwashed into believing we were a force of evil. We desired to bring the killer of Galvatron to justice, but he left little evidence and was presumed to have fled in fear.
I then brought myself to recruit a force of members in which I was certain I could trust.
I am Optimus Prime, and I will never cease my mission until all are one. This is the story of the Transformers race.
THANK YOU HASBRO! You listened to my begging. Ultra Magnus lives again.