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"Long ago, before Iacon became what it is today, peace was something we could only ever dream of. One we never had any hope of achieving. Now, 50 cycles later, we proved ourselves wrong. And we did so with my faction system. Constructicons, Wreckers, Circle of Light, Enforcers, and Technobots. In placing bots and mechs where they belong according to their unique skillset, we live in a thriving Iacon, and by extension, Cybertron. But this is all about to be undermined by a group of small and armed group of bots. We've called them Ascendants. At their cores, they're everything that was wrong with Cybertron. Idealistic, rebellious, and refusing to conform. Close to 1 megacycle ago, a rogue group of Ascendants hiding in plain sight among the Wreckers plotted and succeeded in their insurrection against the Technobots. This was no doubt proof of their desire to destroy the faction system by going after the most vital members of society. The Ascendants hate everything the factions stand for, because they think everyone should be like them instead. The rumors spreading now, detailing I was behind the insurrection on the Technobots, are further proof of the lengths they'll stoop to. I will not rest until I track down every last one of them and you'll all see for yourselves as their sparks are finally snuffed out permanently. As the last of the Primes, I am declaring Iacon under military rule until there's no trace of rebellion to be found. Now, or ever again. This is all that's left of the Cybertron that once was. We may be far from the surface and all its dangers, but now, we must diagnose the parasites attempting to crawl through. Because when your planet's survival depends on every single one of you, you can't let anything it that way from you. Not even yourself. And you have to be willing to fight back against the true enemy, the Ascendants."


Darkwing and some guards are going through the archives when they spot a cube.

Curious, Darkwing comes closer, and after scanning it, he gasps.

"Contact Sentinel Prime." he orders. "We finally found it."

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