Okay, I went back and re-read this fic and I just thought it didn't make sense. So, here is the prologue re-done XD

I'm doing the other two chap and have already done chapters 4 and 5 so just bear with me a little longer and I'll have them posted in no time.

Okay, first of all, keep in mind that Cybertronians live like, forever. So I'm not going to talk about ages or anything because some could be millions of years older then the other but still be considered a youngling. So as to not cause confusion, I'm just gonna go with "this bot was way younger then the other." and so on and so on. I'm also gonna talk in frame terms. Like "this bot was only in his second frame while the other was already in his last frame", etc.

Although I use the term high school, it's not the high school we all know about. Here it's just a general term for both school and university.

Hope I don't confuse you!

I managed to confuse myself XD

R&R

Prologue

"Cybertron's High School". One of the most famous educational facility on the whole planet. It wasn't as prestigious as the "All Mech Spark School" for the gifted or the "Elite School"... in fact, it was ... Oh who am I kidding? It was the worst school on the whole planet! Maybe even the universe.

Long ago, a pointless war led one of the factions to retreat to the lower levels of Iacon looking for refuge, a place used for storage, a place earthlings would compare to the slums of India, or even worse, where the solar rays almost never reached yet, some gaps in the cities floor, (the lower levels ceiling), allowed small rays of light to caress the cold metallic floors.

Later, a peace treaty was obtained. Those in the lower levels would receive help, supplies, medicines, energon, etc, from the upper levels, but they had been exiled from the main city, condemned to live a life of darkness and uncivilized ways. With no order or laws, the mechs and femmes ran wildly and unrestrained, causing havoc were they pleased.

There was only four entrances to the city, all being heavily guarded. No one could come out with the proper paperwork. And those were almost impossible to get.

Some time later, the elite guard decided that the criminals caught in the main city, could just be thrown in the hellish city underneath them, which led the lower level to become one of the most dangerous places to dwell in.

Life was hard. Most bots were raised in the midst of eternal fighting between each other, viruses, mistrust, abuse or any kind of violence. . Many criminals who were brought to the hellish city, had been murderers or gladiators from Kanon. They had brought their ideas with them and so, gladiator rings were formed, a savage game of death.

There had been attempts by the elite guard to save the Cybertronians living there. Or that's what they had told the media. It was all a lie. They had gone in with troops to exterminate everybot. Many perished, but in a desperate need to protect the young, all lower levelers joined forces to expel them. They triumphed. From then on, there was a mutual agreement by all the elders:

"Let us not fight, but prosper and regain our proper place in the city above. Let us show all of Cybertron that we too, deserve freedom and comfort, that we too are alive!

For that, we must take back that which is ours, let us take back our knowledge, our art, our music, our culture.

We, are already too old to inherit a live in the upper levels, so let us prepare our young, to take our place, and honor us with their presence amongst the rest of the cybertronians. "

With these words of the wise, and the joined forces of the survivors, they built a school. Here, all would learn about what they once were and with hope, the elite guard would see this and let their young live freely where they belonged.

But as time grew old, many forgot their purpose and went back to their old ways of recklessness and chaos. Yet those who did not forget, continued to hope and sent their young to the school. Now, bots were forced to survive in the midst of ruins. If one looked hard enough between all the rubbish, they were sure to find an offline bot rusting, forgotten by all.

Being the only educational facility in the lower levels, it served both as a school and university. Bots from all ages would go there. From younglings to those very old.

Spies from the elite guard reported secret meetings from the older mechs in which they swore they would rise up and take the upper levels of Iacon. They were tired of being let aside, tired of being treated like scum. Always being controlled yet never receiving a servo when they needed energon or other basic materials for their survival. If they had to use force to gain freedom, then so be it.

Their even greater concern were the younglings. How they were brought up and what the so called school was teaching them scared them. They could be learning how to fight, how to make their own weapons. No, the elite guard did NOT want to take any chances. They saw this as a threat to the future of Cybertron. Plans were already being made to take drastic action if there was even a small hit of hostility towards the upper levels. Primus knew, that these bots could take on a whole army if they wished to.

Well, here it is, please let me know if you thought it was better, reviews help a lot to keep writers going, makes us desperate writers think that ppl are actually interested in what we write so..... PLEAS FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY... R&R XD Thank you....