In the silence of space, the final remnants of Unicron disappeared.
What had once been a god of destruction was now nothing more than raw material broken apart, consumed, and processed within the vast internal systems of Cybertron. The planet itself pulsed with new strength as it digested the remains, converting ancient darkness into refined power.
Energy flowed endlessly through its surface.
Cities expanded.
Structures perfected themselves.
Cybertron was no longer rebuilding.
It was ascending.
At Megatron's command, the planet began to move.
Massive propulsion systems awakened across its core, pushing the world slowly but steadily toward the nearest star. The sun burned ahead of them, a colossal sphere of nuclear fire.
To humanity, such an act would have been suicidal.
To Cybertron… it was opportunity.
As the planet entered closer orbit, its systems adapted instantly. Energy collectors unfolded across its surface, absorbing stellar radiation at levels no organic civilization could survive. The AllSpark pulsed in response, refining the solar energy into pure energon.
The process accelerated.
The sun itself began to dim.
Its outer layers were stripped away, drawn toward Cybertron and converted into vast streams of energy.
What had once been a star slowly collapsed.
Consumed.
Refined.
Converted.
Time passed.
And when it ended
Nothing remained.
No star.
No light.
Only darkness.
And within it…
A single, perfect world of living metal.
Cybertron.
At the highest tower of the newly forged planet, Megatron stood.
Below him stretched a civilization reborn.
No longer divided.
No longer broken.
Thousands millions of Cybertronians gathered across the metallic landscape, their optics fixed on their leader.
Megatron raised his hand.
The AllSpark responded.
Golden energy surged outward, spreading across the planet like a rising tide.
"Cybertronians," Megatron's voice echoed across the world.
"For too long, we have been divided."
Images of the past flickered across the minds of all who listened—war, destruction, extinction.
"That era is over."
The energy intensified.
"No Autobots."
"No Decepticons."
"Only one race."
"Only one purpose."
The AllSpark's power descended upon them.
Every Cybertronian felt it.
Their sparks ignited.
Their bodies evolved.
Armor refined itself into stronger forms.
Systems upgraded.
Processing cores expanded.
They became faster.
Stronger.
More complete.
An entire species elevated.
Megatron lowered his hand slowly.
"This is our rebirth."
Silence followed.
Then
A unified response echoed across the planet.
A single voice.
One race.
One will.
High above them, the System activated once more.
DING
Hidden Mission Completed
Objective: Bless the Cybertronian Race
Reward Granted
• Coordinates Acquired: New Universe Detected
Designation: Star Wars Galaxy
Megatron's optics flickered slightly as the data integrated into his systems.
A new universe.
A new battlefield.
A new future.
He looked toward the endless darkness beyond Cybertron.
Then spoke quietly.
"Prepare."
The word carried across the command network instantly.
Cybertron had been reborn.
But its journey
Was far from over.