Epilogue

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Rebuilding Cybertron was no easy feat. The Vehicon soldiers were clumsy and inexperienced, like sparklings learning to walk. And there had been a lot of work to be done. But they were getting by. Megatronus was placed in charge of the mining outposts, making sure the conditions were safe, that everyone was refueling properly and that if a mining accident occurred, that area was closed off and the proper medical care was given. Ratchet had been giving Megatronus medical training after he learned that Megatronus had always wanted to be a medic. He was learning fast but there was still a lot to learn. Megatronus had high hopes for the future as Optimus agreed that a caste system and alt mode restriction would be wrong and only restart the cycle of pain. He and Megatronus had discussed plans of a more democratic approach, taking votes off the people to help run Cybertron properly.
Soundwave had sent out Optimus Prime's message across the deepest recesses of space to let the scattered factions know that the war was over and Cybertron was being rebuilt. The message also gave a brief description of what Gigawatt had done; stealing Megatronus' identity and using the power and loyalty to conquer the galaxies. Megatronus was sure he'd have a lot of questions to answer in the foreseeable future. Ships were slowly returning to Cybertron, rebuilding the population at a slow crawl, but rebuilding nonetheless. Cybertron also kept its alliance with earth so Megatronus could keep up the mining operations. Every so often the humans visited in clothes called "space suits" and were able to retain the friendships they had and boosted the mood of their friends. The suns were rising as a golden glow in the distance. Megatronus smiled then sat quietly at his desk in mining outpost M-28.
He pulled out a datapad.
And got to writing that poem he promised Soundwave.

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