In the great city of Iacon, in a small park only a few miles away from the Primal Basilica, one can find a fair-sized, bronze replica of a Great War-era battleship, hovering above a circular platform ringed with hologram projectors. Said projectors cycle through profiles of the hundreds of cybertronians who had crewed the vessel commemorated by the monument: Autobots, Decepticons, nonaligned- all of them heroes. Nearby is a plaque, which reads like so:
"This monument was erected in in the ninety-second cycle of the seventh vorn of the new calendar in memory of the crew of the Cybertronian Fleetcarrier Salvation, who put aside the rivalries of the Great War to deliver our kind from an end of our own making."
More than twenty million years before, after five hundred years of war unlike any previously seen in the galaxy, the warring factions of the Great War called a cease-fire after it was discovered that the Allspark, the life-force of Primus, the Creator, had been gravely wounded. Were it not healed soon, the god would die, and all his children would be soon to follow. After the discovery of a map leading to a legendary artifact which could restore the Allspark to health was discovered, the Autobots and Decepticons poured their resources into building a fast, advanced vessel which would carry a crew in pursuit of the Omega Lock.
Their mission was simple, yet simultaneously one of the most important ever undertaken. Failure would have meant extinction. They could not fail...
The evening sun hangs low over the Burthov spaceport, as an enormous crowd is assembled before the port side of a gargantuan vessel with a sandy hull marked with traces of crimson. More than twenty miles long, and large enough to carry a small fleet of more traditional warships, the starboard side of the Salvation catches the majority of the sun's fleeting rays, leaving the onlookers bathed mostly in shadow, save for many pale lights that shine from the ship and the cradle she lay docked within. The majority of those assembled were the ones chosen to crew Salvation and embark on the voyage for the Omega Lock, and thus decide the fate of their entire species. Tomorrow morning, they would board the retrofitted Fleetcarrier and set off; this evening, they were gathered to hear words of praise and well-wishes from Ultra Magnus, the Autobot leader, who stood upon a rectangular podium with his counterpart, Megatron, and other top individuals of both factions. A dull roar of murmuring perpetrated by the hundreds-strong crowd fills the air, as they wait for Magnus to speak...