The next two passages don't tie into SL: Csirac exactly, they come not long after the War is over, but as I haven't posted anything of late I thought I'd offer them up to try and get my creative juices flowing again with Csirac's story.

Passage 1:

A speech, by Prime, or possibly someone on the Maximal High Council.

We find ourselves in an outsized world. Our great cities are dust and ash. We need a fresh start. No-one has lived on this planet for millennia, we've only survived on it. That will now change. Here we build a future, together - in peace. We mend Cybertron's scars as we do our own. Rising triumphantly above the reminders of yesterday, we find our tomorrow - we find: Cybertropolis.

Passage 2:

The Tripredacus Council are meeting with the Maximal Elders.

"You would leave us to stagnate?" queried General Seethe. "We are one race, yet your actions will only widen the divide between our factions."

"You already control our Energon supply, and justifiably so, but you would deny us our part in the evolution of our species?" pressed Cinder.

"That we simply cannot allow", finished Rampant.

"Or?" came the reply from Rodimus, who had no time for these Predacons.

"Or?!" said Rampant, with a furious smile. "You wish to provoke a threat of renewed conflict from us? Maintain your current tone and you will soon have it!" Rodimus simply smiled back.

"Are we to understand that you will not willingly share this technology with the Predacons?" continued Seethe, trying to bring the discussion back to a civil tone.

"Damn right", said Rodimus. His fellow Maximals secretly agreed with him, but couldn't appear to outwardly.

"Even with an offer in return?" asked Cinder.

"What could you possibly offer us?" said Rodimus.

"Labor", was the reply from Seethe.

"Your designs for a new Cybertron are grand, but costly, least of all in time. In exchange for the upgrade of our members, we will provide a workforce to help construct this future you've spoken of", said Cinder.

"We will each earn our new proto-matter body through service to Cybertron", said Seethe.

"We?" laughed Rodimus. "Oh I'd love to see the three of you with tools in hand. It'd make a change from the knives..."

"Enough", said Ironhide.

"Let 'em rot!" added Rodimus, not liking being cut off.

"I said enough", Ironhide repeated. Silence fell in the chamber.

"What you're suggesting is, for lack of a better word - slavery, of your own bots", began Prowl. "Who are you to decide their fate? You're by no means democratically elected, and when this is offered up as their only option for progress, I don't think your power would be great enough to control the Predacon Shit-Storm that would be headed your way. And after they're done with you, one guess where it'd head next."

No-one dared speak, because everyone knew it was the truth.

"We accept your offer of labor", said Silverbolt, much to Rodimus' disgust, "but we won't force anyone to work." More silence greeted Silverbolt's words.

"This planet had a class system once, and look how that turned out. If a single Predacon is willing to help rebuild Cybertron, then they can do so, freely. The proto-matter technology will be shared", finished Ironhide. Rodimus couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"That is a most generous offer", said Cinder, "one not easily made I'm sure, but greatly welcomed nonetheless."

"You have our assurance that we Predacons will play our part in the construction of a new Cybertron, for us all", said Seethe.

The meeting adjourned, and the Tripredacus Council stood and left the chamber.

"Before you even start, Rodimus", said Ironhide, cutting the Maximal off before he could even begin, "it was the only way to maintain the peace, and no matter what you say, that is the most important thing at present."