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| - The home of order and justice, the birthplace of righteousness, land of a thousand freedoms - this is how Iacon has sought to project itself. History, however, does not see it entirely in such a shining light – the story of Iacon is one of repression and bitterness as much as it is of heroism and virtue. What is true, however, and irrefutably so, is that Iacon is the birthplace of the Autobots, one of the main forces in what was to become known as the Great War. Iacon’s history is longer than that of the Autobots, however, and the Iacon of today is not how the city has always been. Today, Iacon stands a testament to endeavours of the Autobot forces, its scarred streets lined with memorial statues and the mausoleums of its greatest heroes. Barracks and military academies vie for space in th
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| - The home of order and justice, the birthplace of righteousness, land of a thousand freedoms - this is how Iacon has sought to project itself. History, however, does not see it entirely in such a shining light – the story of Iacon is one of repression and bitterness as much as it is of heroism and virtue. What is true, however, and irrefutably so, is that Iacon is the birthplace of the Autobots, one of the main forces in what was to become known as the Great War. Iacon’s history is longer than that of the Autobots, however, and the Iacon of today is not how the city has always been. Today, Iacon stands a testament to endeavours of the Autobot forces, its scarred streets lined with memorial statues and the mausoleums of its greatest heroes. Barracks and military academies vie for space in the centre of the city, each proudly bearing the name of an Autobot warrior of legend. Housed deep underground below the city’s streets, a secretive chamber sits undisturbed, holding within its walls the Matrix Flame, a mystical fire which burns with the life force of the current Matrix bearer. Iacon’s low skyline is interrupted here and there by the barrels of vast artillery batteries, whose occasional thunderous roars light the city with glorious muzzle fire. Thick, acrid smoke churns from manufacturing works on the outskirts of the city, where munitions and materiel are produced at staggering rates for the benefit of the Autobot forces – in fact, a common saying in the city states that “the smoke of factories is the breath of Iacon”. There are none who could even consider doubting Iacon’s allegiance, nor its unwavering devotion, in the Great War. What is free to doubt, however, is the flawless light in which many Autobot recruits will paint their hallowed city. Much as the people of Vos will neglect to tell of its savage pit fighting, or the inhabitants of Polyhex play down the belligerence of the Polyhex Wars, those hailing from Iacon will unfalteringly overlook the overbearing and aggressive stance which their city has held for millennia. They will talk of the glorious victory over Polyhex which brought that city’s indefatigable expansion to a halt, or speak of the order and peace which their fabled Governor Fracturepoint brought to Cybertron with the creation of the Iacon Accords. Glorious victories over the Decepticons are the topics of everyday conversation, whilst the presence of towering idols dedicated to figures such as Sentinel Prime, Alpha Trion or Fracturepoint are a pervasive reminder to Iacon’s citizens as to which side they are on in this war. What is almost always left out of the lexicon of Iacon’s citizenry are its darker periods, which often overshadow and outweigh its glories. Talk of Iacon’s grand plans for a benevolent empire will never mention the hundreds of thousands killed on both sides in the bitter struggle to retain hold of Hibernium, Iacon’s last remaining imperial possession, nor do they mention the horrific treatment of the people of Hibernium or those who seek to liberate it – summary execution of civilian women and children, political prisoners dying in fuel strikes, false-flag bombings used to provide false justification for shelling residential slums. Tales of Iacon’s contributions to science and security throughout history will never take a second to address the Red Beard Project, which created some of the most devastating and dangerous weapons ever known to Cybertron – many of which were later proliferated to other cities and radical groups, at a profit to the government of Iacon. No, these chapters of history exist only in the minds of outsiders, those strangers from other lands who would dare to doubt the purity of the last bastion of peace on the planet. This is Iacon. Land of a thousand freedoms.
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