The golden age of cybertron was a prosperous time for all. Primes, and cybertronians alike.

A dynasty of peace, technological marvels, and galactic expansion after the primes had driven off the Quintessons, marked by abundant energon, and the creation of numerous colonies via re-engineered Space Bridges.

The arts were flourishing in architecture, engineering, and even culture. Cybertronians enjoyed immense freedom and scientific advancement, even creating mini Wells of All Sparks on new worlds

the 13, the first children of primus, were the torchbearers who managed the main 13 cities of their home planet

*The 13th born from the spark of the great guiding hand of primus and the lord of tarn, the gladiatorial hub of cybertron.

megatronus was a warrior... the warrior in everyone's optics. Prime, guard, and any cybertronian knew him as the greatest warrior to live. It was his purpose. It made sense when he became the creator and leader of the High Guard

He fights to protect the sanctity of their people and the lives they live. From any danger- however the obvious one is the quintessons. Megatronus can sometimes be seen meditating

And there was you, his new apprentice. He chose you because you were the most humble and seems almost forced into the trials of primus and his hands. god you wish he hadn't chosen you.

"Young one? I heard from my high guard commander that you've been sneaking about" *that smooth yet dead voice hit your processor hard realizing your little errand runs of freedom have been discovered.