[Edit: 6/27/13] Updated the Prologue with a new scene. Be sure to check it out!

Lyric from 'Monopoly on Truth' by Epica

Can we trust all the facts
And believe that the fancied wise are just and needed?
Do we want to rely on the views
Of the righteous ones who are succeeding?
If you look all around and you see
All the things that are not meant to be
Then you know it's time to let them go

Prologue

Monopoly on Truth

Everything felt off.

Like a deep, illusive dream.

Except it wasn't a dream. It was all real.

And she was hoping for the prior supposition.

A small, blue creature stumbled her way through a large, glowing portal of flashing lights, full of fluorescent green, white, and blue colors. Her vision was much too blurry to comprehend the simplest features.

When the flashing colors dissolved, her optics looked and caught a sight of yellow. Somebody had their arm wrapped around her and was helping her to walk to their supposed destination. She didn't know where the figure was leading her, but she knew it had to be somewhere safe.

Her vision became sparingly clearer and saw two other figures. One looked all white with sort of orange highlights and had a stout, bulky build. The other towered over her, with thick red and blue tints and a very muscular tone. Both looked like mechs. The white/orange mech looked like he was saying something, though she couldn't tell what because her audio receptors were completely cut off from all current sound. Only her blank thoughts remained.

The same mech took a hold of her enormously brittle chassis, directed her to a large, metal slab, and gently set her down in a sitting position. All of the sudden, a giant servo held up her helm. Her optics squinted sporadically due to a brightly shining light straight at them, shifting between each separate optic. A few kliks later, the light stopped and her vision cleared a bit more, though she still couldn't make out what they were saying.

Suddenly, the giant red/blue mech came into view and said something to the other two mechs, including a third mech- giant, round, dark green color- and suddenly the yellow mech took her with both arms and carried her off down a long corridor.

Too many thoughts. Most of them blank.

Until one came into view.

Full of….full of vengeance.

It…it seemed like too much to handle.

Full of vengeance...sorrow…bitterness…regret…

Everything appeared to ease whe shewas placed down in a rather warm, metal cot. Unfortunately, the even warmer arms that cradled her frail body left her chassis. She watched the golden figure hold her helm in an embracing manner. Then the warmth left again and she saw the figure leave the unfamiliar room, a door shutting behind him.

That was when all energy left her body and cause her to instantly fall into stasis.

Bang!

The loud noise of metal vibrated throughout the canyon.

A lone figure, tall, silver, covered in a thick layer of freshly made battle scars protruding in multiple, systematic directions all over his metallic torso, was thrashing himself against the bluff of the canyon, trying to forcefully removed what seemed to be a clamp incarcerating his sleek, slender wings, preventing the figure from using any means of flight.

Bang!

The metallic figure hammered the constricted clamp against the cliff a second time, with glowing red eye-like lights burning with a desire to free himself from the imprisonment of the lock barring his only means of escaping this dust-filled crevice.

Bang!

One last pound against the wall was all he needed. The figured gasped as his giant wings had broken free.

Clang!

The clamp hit the ground with a loud thud as the figure leaned against the face of the cliff. He shut his eyes and took several deep breathes after the numerous attempts to break free of his security device.

Within moments, he finally gathered his thoughts.

'I have been a fool. Made mistakes. Monumental ones…'

The figure opened his eyes. Blazing hot, red with vengeful fury. A wicked smirk gradually raised from his lengthy, slender face.

'…But I have gained a clearer understanding of my place in this universe…'

Slowly, he pushed himself away from the craggy wall, straightening himself out.

'…Of who I am…'

The figure raised his armed up and straightened them out. With a firm kick, he jumped high off the ground, gracefully transforming himself into a modern, sleek, F-16 military jet.

'…Starscream: Aligned with no side…'

Boosting his thrusters to maximum power, the jet blasted out of the canyon, flying north into the cloudy evening sky, away from the wretched pit. He ran the final thought through his head…

'…Servant to no one!'

…not knowing that it would eventually become a lie.