[It was some time after the battle. Optimus stands tall before a ruined building upon Cybertron. Not as a victor before the Decepticon Citadel of Darkmount which stands devastated in the wake of Unicron. Not as a returning hero before the ruins of the Senate waiting to resurrect what came before. Where he stood was an old memorial, one that long stood before the war where statues of Cybertronians long past who had helped pave the way for future generations had stood... the basis of Autobot Mausoleums and the Decepticon Hall of Heroes. Despite the ruin that had visited this place there was a timelessness within it as many stood within the shadows of their forbearers. Those who could not be present watched from afar as others transmitted this message far and wide.]
[It was clear that there was still some lingering resentment and friction among the two factions... some were tense. Some believed that this was merely the calm before the storm. That at any moment the unofficial truce that was held when Unicron attacked would finally shatter, damn Galvatron's so called command over the Decepticons.Then Optimus spoke.]
Across the breadth of the Universe many species have defined us by our war. A battle that had stretched across time immemorial to the point where our past became but faint echoes in the solar wind and marred us in the sight of others. Autobot and Decepticon alike we were seen as heralds of destruction, bringing pain unending across worlds. A war that many... that even I myself had been guilty of believing would never end.
A war that had twisted our minds greatly with pain and hate. That made us forget what each of us really are to each other. Not monsters, not oppressors nor soldiers or murderers. That we were once brothers and friends. That we all had lives beyond a struggle that spiraled beyond a desire for change in a world that needed it.
[Across the countless numbers Autobot and Decepticon alike glanced at each other anxiously. It was hard to let go of old habits... yet all the same memories of a life before the war emerged among those who had seen those days. For those who had been birthed during the chaos... making peace and having lives beyond the fighting was a frightening yet beautiful impossibility. A number of emotions could be seen, even among those who would be regarded as faceless... but one stood out the most. Hope.]
Yet today ... so many things that many would regard as impossible have happened. That I stand before all of you speaking now is but a footnote. The Chaos Bringer. The very being that was prophesized as our end has been destroyed! All of you stood strong and faced what could have been the end of our race not as Autobot, not as Decepticon but as a united people! That in that moment all of you remembered that we are.
And we can become so much more again. For all of us... after what we have experienced for so many years... forgiveness is difficult ... and the road to making amends will be arduous. But after this day, nothing is impossible! I believe in you. All of you!
[The crowd roared as it finally well and truly sunk in... it was over. Some cast off their insignias, finally glad to be rid of them... others proud of their service or wishing to keep them for what they represented to them... be it guilt, pride or the ideals that guided them... it mattered not. For today and all the days after... they could finally and truly live.]
Let this day mark the true end of the Cybertronian Wars and mark a new age of Peace and Happiness! TILL ALL ARE ONE!
”TILL ALL ARE ONE!"
”TILL ALL ARE ONE!"
”TILL ALL ARE ONE!"
[Across Cybertron the words were echoed. And as one chapter ends. Another begins. Cybertron's Golden age has come again.]
[They will rebuild... but today. They are alive. And they can celebrate to that. With a loud whoop Blaster transforms and begins playing a song. As the United Cybertronians celebrate, Optimus regards you. Despite his lack of mouth you know he's smiling.]
I am unsure truly as to how I will ever be able to express my gratitude for the part you have played in all of this. But thank you. Because of your hard work... once again two worlds were saved. And countless others that would have been after had both threats not been stopped.
[As the journey back to Earth was about to be made a number of Cybertronians are also boarding ships. Autobots that want to return to Earth, Decepticons seeking to make amends, forge new lives or prove themselves. As they prepare Optimus and Grimlock speak close by.]
I'm trusting you with this Grimlock. I know that you won't let me down.
"Me Grimlock can handle it Optimus... take care of Cybertron."
I will my friend.
[Optimus and Grimlock share a firm handshake. Soon the Dinobot makes his way over to you.]
"Me Grimlock going back to Earth with Unity Group... Optimus need someone... keep watch. Protect. Optimus made promise. Trust me to keep for him. Others come too."
[As some of the passengers board, one looks over to the conversation and grins, gesturing at you before quickly ducking into the crowd as if trying to avoid someone's sight as Ultra Magnus walks by with a frown.]
"Need make sure... some not make trouble. Keep peace. But will help."