There were two Commanders from either side. Use to be good friends before the war, but when the war began they found themselves on opposing sides. The war quickly twisted their friendship into hatred.
Us Autobots may have believed we were fighting to preserve what was so great about our society, but there was always going to be some who fought for their own reasons. One bot in particular, well he just signed up because he just hated some other bot.
No one knows who really fired first. All we know is that their hatred reached a point both were blinded. So they ordered their forces to attack. They knew where they were, that one small pocket of Cybertron that had been kept from the war, they knew … but they ordered their forces anyway.
I know a number of us opposed the order, and from what I heard, there were a few ‘Cons as well. Those of us who resisted were left with no choice but to join in just to save our own comrades, that’s how vicious the battle was. Both sides were able to withdraw … but it didn’t matter, the damage had been done.
We pulled back, but it didn’t matter. The bar was destroyed.
Once we’d fallen back to a safe distance, we were without a Commander. So a few us headed back in. And that’s when we found him.
We’d pulled back, but our idiot Commander and his former friend had found each other on the battlefield, blinded by their hatred they had kept fighting even after their troops had withdrawn.
He was laying there, no light in his optics. The barkeep. We were all so shocked we didn’t even realise we’d been surrounded by Decepticons.
We found them … they had fought each other to the death. But we didn’t care, we saw him. The barkeep. Or rather the Autobots had found him first. Initially we saw this as an opportunity to finish them off.
Figured we were done for. But then something strange happened.
This happened because of two Commanders, blinded by their hatred for each other. This place had been neutral, he had been neutral, but their hatred had destroyed the place and him.
They joined us. They helped us carry him from the ruins. And even though the bar was destroyed, what it represented still stood. And for a while, the war stopped. Autobots and Decepticons, we gathered together, we put aside the fighting, we put aside our differences.