Cybertron settled.
For the first time in its long and violent history, the planet no longer trembled under the weight of war. The endless echoes of conflict had faded, replaced by the steady rhythm of reconstruction, expansion, and purpose. Towers stood complete, their structures flawless. Energy flowed cleanly through every circuit of the world. The skies above shimmered faintly with residual power from the AllSpark, a constant reminder of the transformation that had taken place.
Across the planet, Cybertronians returned to function.
Not as Autobots.
Not as Decepticons.
But as one unified race.
Production sectors are activated in perfect synchronization. Medical facilities began restoring damaged units and refining new regenerative protocols. Scientific divisions analyzed the influx of energy gained from Unicron's remains, pushing the boundaries of Cybertronian evolution even further. Mining operations extended deep into the planet's interior, extracting and refining matter with unmatched efficiency.
Order had replaced chaos.
Structure had replaced war.
And at the center of it all
Megatron watched.
From the highest command tower, his presence loomed over the planet like a constant force of control. His optics scanned the endless expanse of Cybertron, processing millions of data streams at once.
Then
"Soundwave."
The response was immediate.
"I am present."
Soundwave stepped forward, his posture precise, his systems already prepared to deliver.
"Report."
Soundwave's optics flickered as he began.
"Planetary reconstruction: complete."
"Energon reserves: stable and increasing."
"Population restoration: in progress. New generation protocols are active."
A brief pause as additional data streamed through.
"Military divisions reorganized under a unified command structure. No internal resistance detected."
"Medical sectors operating at maximum efficiency. Regeneration and enhancement procedures are ongoing."
"Scientific divisions advancing AllSpark integration and dark energy refinement."
"Mining and production sectors exceeding projected output by forty-three percent."
Soundwave concluded without hesitation.
"Cybertron operating at optimal efficiency."
Silence followed.
Megatron processed the report.
"Very well."
He turned slightly, his gaze shifting toward the distant void of space beyond Cybertron's orbit.
"It is time."
Soundwave remained still.
Megatron extended his hand, and a stream of data was transferred directly into Soundwave's systems, containing the coordinates, structures, and information provided by the System.
A new universe.
A new galaxy.
A new stage.
"Our objective," Megatron said, "is expansion."
Soundwave absorbed the data instantly.
"Clarify directive."
Megatron's voice remained calm, absolute.
"We will enter this universe."
"We will grow stronger."
"We will increase our numbers."
"We will take what is necessary."
A pause.
"Understood," Soundwave replied.
Megatron stepped forward, approaching the central control interface of the tower.
Below him, the AllSpark pulsed.
He raised his hand.
Power responded.
The entire planet reacted as one.
A massive energy field began to form around Cybertron, layer upon layer of defensive shielding expanding outward until the entire world was encased within a glowing barrier.
The AllSpark intensified.
Space itself began to distort.
At the edge of Cybertron's orbit, a tear formed.
A wormhole.
Dark. Vast. Unstable.
Then, it stabilizes under Megatron's control.
The pull began immediately.
Cybertron shifted.
Slowly at first
Then faster.
The planet was drawn toward the opening, its massive form bending space as it moved.
Soundwave observed without interruption.
"All systems stable," he reported.
"Dimensional transition ready."
Megatron's optics burned with cold focus.
Beyond the wormhole lay the unknown.
A galaxy filled with conflict.
Power.
Opportunity.
Without hesitation
Cybertron crossed the threshold.
The planet vanished into the void.
The wormhole collapsed behind it, leaving only silence where it once stood.
On the other side…
A new universe waited.
And with it
A new war.