The Energon Pub

[AFTRHR]

[A Reprise in History]

The day the decrees were laid out, thousands of Decepticons cried out cheers, as if the cycle after cycle of long, seemingly endlesss wars, seemingly senseless wars, had all finally come to fruition. It was a day that would be considered pivotal shift in galaxy's future, the day that the Autobots were finally crushed beneath the force of the Decepticon hammer. Many celebrated, some with laughs, some with fresh Energon in hand, as the streets of Kaon, now a city being rebuilt from the ground up, were lush with a new life not seen in ages. This was what cemented Megatron as the victorious leader of the Decepticons, of the war, of Cybertron, and many Cons eagerly looked forward to the planet's new era that would be established under the purple banner. It would be a long journey ahead to rebuild so much of what was destroyed, but it would be worth the effort that they put into it. After all, seeing Cybertron restored to its glory was the collective dream of many a Decepticon.

Yet there was the other side of all of this. Those donning the red badge were now facing the ground, in despair, in anger, in loss. How could this have happened? Were their efforts all in vain? The Autobots were now a scattered group, hardly cohesive enough to be called much of a faction anymore. When news of the surrender first reached across the Bot forces, it was hard to believe that it had actually happened. Disgraced by failure, or angered by the actions of their leaders, each Autobot found themselves trying to grasp for any semblance of meaning to all this. Some went into hiding, trying to bide their time until they could put themselves together and perhaps continue the resistance against the Cons, gripping their fists tight in anticipation for a moment to strike. But most found themselves acting as second class citizens under the new Con rule, to play along with things until something concrete was settled among the higher ups. Now charged with mundane and labourous tasks, many Autobots were now to play a part in the reconstruction of the cities, to the designs architected by the Decepticons. Such would be life for those previously under the red banner.

Though a tenuous peace was achieved, not all could be said to have had the same joyous reactions to all of this. There exist Decepticons uncomfortable with the way Megatron has decreed this peace among Cybertronians, those who are disgusted by the thought of walking among Autobots. And likewise, there are those among the Autobots who hold mixed opinions about their leaders - what was to become of Optimus Prime now that his title merely made him a symbolic figurehead with no true power under this new Decepticon rule?

And so began anew, this chapter in Cybertron's history. Home, under the Decepticon banner.