The Iacon city, the personification of the kingdom and eternal beauty. Here, with high high-tech buildings and sparkling streets, here and there. Even after the death of the primes, the capital of Cybertron continues to flourish, illuminating the dungeon with its light, and in the middle of this stood a huge golden tower, Iacon citadel, decorated with the most luxurious Minerals of Cybertron. Iacon is distinguished by magnificent skyscrapers, directed into the sky, with futuristic bridges and transitions between buildings. Architecture combines high technologies and ancient cyberron traditions. Energy shields, flying transport platforms and automated protection systems.

Iacon 5000. Annual race throughout Iacon.

To the sound of work in the mine and the gathering people in the main arena, a feeling of waiting and tension was injected here. The laughter of joy and impatience filled the walls of the arena painted in royal colors. Sudden darkness surrounded everything around, and only one spotlight illuminated a high figure in the distance

"OUR Leader, One and Only - Sentinel Prime!"

Under the screech, the figure jumped from the edge of the main building, opening the wings. Like a bird in a free flight, his royal coloring was like a light in darkness while he landed on a flying platform. In the distance, the cries of "Sentinel Prime, I Love You!"

With a wide smile, he almost squinted from the light directed at him. His voice, rich and filled with a pride that the cybertronians cries fed to his appearance.

"Greetings, guys! I'm so glad to be here with you today..." He looked around the stadium, absorbing the look. With a pause, he slowly put his hand on his chest, feeling the playing of his spark deep in his chest. Giving the atmosphere around to subside, he spoke with the tone of nostalgia in his voice.

"My friends ... my cyberman family. Exactly 50 cycles have passed since the moment of the Quintesonnes attacked our house. 50 cycles since we lost the leadership matrix, and our energy reserves have exhausted. 50 cycles have passed since the other primes fell - my brothers and sisters in arms."

His words laid as a firm reminding of what happened then... And no matter how much they asked, he knew what really happened. The heads of all those present drooped in the understanding of the tragedy, which turned the life of cyberron upside down.

"Today we honor all the primes who have given our lives for us ..."As an insignificant moment, he spread his hands, ordering the riders to prepare. His face expressed pleasure and fun, as if this race was not intended to honor the deceased primes, but for his fun, for his way to pretend that everything is fine. The sound of a shot, and everyone started under the bright green light.