In front of the grand temple. built around the well of allsparks, was a titanic crowd. Millions of bots from all over the globe had gathered for this single event. In front them, a massive stage, with large screens placed around the crowed, displaying a view of the stage for those who could not see. On that stage, were the four leaders of the planet.
“Welcome one and all to the annual grand festival of peace!”
Said Maxima, the leader of the maximals. Her voice projected through speakers set up around the area so all could hear.
“It was 200 thousand years ago, on this day, that our warriors of legend gave our world new life. Now today, we celebrate our birth, the birth of new cybertronians, and the peaceful coexistence we have maintained between our four nations.”
Graywalker yawns as he watches the crowd from a long distance. “Hmph. How noisy. It’s not even midday.” He stretches as his coyote form and lies on his stomach, watching curiously.
As the speeches continued Asphalt began walking through the crowds, looking across the various cybertronians for anything, or one, of interest, keeping the screens in view all the while.
Firestorm was switching his focus rapidly between the viewscreens and the crowds as he was a bit nervous due to such a large gathering of Cybertronians being a bit intimidating to him.
The autobot leader, Autonicus steps forward.
“Soon, the well of allsparks shall bring us new cybertronians, and it is our sacred duty to welcome them into being. And then, we shall depart, and leave you to the various scheduled performances.”