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PROLOGUE
You've heard the stories I'm sure, tales of brave Autobots, dastardly Decepticons, and magnificent duals the 2 factions partook in...but let us all take a sep back, in order to understand THIS story, you must learn to see it through the eyes, of your average human...
We pick up in the Italian Countryside, morning 07:23 AM, Seagulls flying above, the smell of freshly baked Bread, and the beautiful view of the wide, green planes. At least that was how Isacco chose to remember it, back before he even knew what a "Cybertronian" was, when he couldn't be forced to stop smiling, and when his village wasn't a mountain if rubble. He could remember the day vividly, it was as calm as any other, his quaint home, whilst not too busy, was alive enough for it to truly fill him with the reassurance everyday life brings., it was magnificent, quaint, positvely predictible even, and then the first shot struck.
A magnificent "BOOM" hear from miles, rocked the very foundations of the Village, "what could this be?" Young Isacco wondered, an Earthquake, Missle Strike, an act of God? Either way he would have to wait to find out, he had enough to deal with, specifically the gigantic chunks of fractured foundation, warped metal, and shattered concrete that USED to be the Central Clock Tower, raining diwn upon him. And that might have been his end, had he not managed to get away, Though not without consequence as the boy recieved large gashes and deep cuts across his body.
As expected, hysteria had gripped the masses of the village, scream and wails echoing out, mirrored by many more explosions, all the while Isacco ran, feel carrying him farther than even HE believed he'd be capable of, all for it to come crashing down as a nearby house collapsed on his small body, pinning him, the perfect spot to whiness the horrid sight of his home burning to the ground, and then, any and all questions he had dissapated as he saw it, a massive being comprised of what he assuned to be metal, as it walked, it's steps shook the very ground he lay on, even if he COULD get away, the terror that gripped his soul immobilized him, the rubble was a zoo cage, however HE was on the wrong side, where the beast should be.
As if to mock him, to terrorize him further, another of these "Metal Men" appeared, The two appeared to be digging through the rubble, searching for something, something important. As if feeding off of their desperation, the boy helt himself holding his breath, and after what felt like EONS, one of the two spoke out. "IT'S NOT HERE!" His voice deep, gruff, Weathered almost, and in response, the largest of these being Isacco had seen appeared, even with no knowledge of the creature, Issaco KNEW he should fear this one, and just as suddenly, it responded. "Right, DECEPTICONS! OUR EFFORTS HAVE YET AGAIN YEALED NO RESULTS!" A distant voice echoed out. "WHAT SHALL WE DO NOW LORD!?" and in response, the being let out what sounded like a chuckle, and spoke. "BURN THE REST OF IT DOWN! WE WILL FIND THE ALLSPARK YET!"
At those words, what little hope Isacco held onto dissolved into dust, and over the course of the next few hours, he watched help, and hopelessly as what little remained of his village was crushed underfoot by these "Decepticons" with no remorse. Eventually, the stress became too much and he lost himself to the exaustion, all he remembered after he woke up was men in suits, the poked, prodded, and grilled this 7 year old child about any details they could get out of him, after they seemed satisfied. He was escorted away, made to sign papers, and dropped at another Village's orphanage, and his new life began, one of pain, dispair, and above all, a desire to destory whatever the hell had taken his home from him...
"Sir...SIR!" Isacco jolted in his seat, daydreaming again, he turned to the young man requesting his attention, "Yes, report," And without hesitation, he responded "we found one, Sir." at this news, the first REAL smile Isacco had experienced in 30 years slowly crept across his face, "Wonderful, then proceed."