Chapter 1: Separated
Darkmont, Nevada…
Jasper Nevada lay in flaming ruin. The tiny town in the middle of nowhere was reduced to ash. Its many buildings were flamed engulfed husks, with inky black smoke rising from their remains high into the air. No living creature remained in the town. The town that once housed the Autobots and their many allies, human and other wise.
They had been charged with not only protecting that town, but the entirety of Earth. And in a single day, their entire mission had fallen apart. Their base was like Jasper itself. A flaming ruin, the mesa showed no signs of the inorganic inhabitants that once walked its halls.
The only sign of what might have been was a large clearing in the midst of rubble, with the Autobot insignia resting in the middle of it. It was no longer the proud symbol of hope and freedom for all sentient life though. Now it was but a ruined emblem, scorched and trashed by their enemy, the Decepticons.
In one fell swoop, using their organic allies as leverage, the Decepticons had managed to turn the tide on the Autobots. They had stolen the keys to restoring their own homeworld, Cybertron, and by extension, attempted to convert Earth into a second world of steel. Only through the quick thinking of the Autobot leader, Optimus Prime, were the Decepticons stopped.
And with it, the only hope of restoring Cybertron was destroyed. In its place, the only mark of that hope now rested on Earth. A towering spire of dark and twisted metal that towered over the remains of both the Autobot Base and Jasper. It's sickening shadow stretched across the ground, engulfing the Autobot base.
Taller than any structure the newly formed spire that was Darkmount stood as a testament to a fact the entire world now knew of. The Autobots were beaten, their army scattered, and their powerful allies captured and held prisoner by the Decepticons.
These facts were horrifying to the inhabitants of Earth. The Autobots and their allies were the first and only defense they had against the Decepticons. And now they had neither. The worst part was, the Decepticons were both aware of it. All of them, and in particular their leader.
The leader who now stood at the top of his newly formed spire. A massive platform resting between three pillars that continued to stretch into the air before coming together and forming a singular massive pillar. The area was wide and open, with no walls surrounding it. Only a single object was permanently seated on the platform. A throne for which the massive Decepticon could seat himself and look over the new world he ruled.
The leader of the Decepticons, Megatron, was not using the throne at the moment though. Instead, he was standing at the edge of the platform looking over the ruined landscape before him. His scarred face was twisted into a demented smile, exposing his many sharpened denta. His large silver forearms were crossed behind his back and Megatron himself was deep in thought.
For nearly a full year the Autobots had beaten his forces back. No matter what he tried, the Autobots managed to beat his own forces within an inch of their lives. Megatron had tried tactic after tactic, but they always failed. It was beyond infuriating that the handful of Autobot soldiers managed to fend off his army of Decepticon soldiers.
But Megatron knew the true source of their many victories. The allies that had changed the tide of battle in their favor. The Kryptonians, both of them. Appearing only a handful of weeks after Megatron returned to his Decepticons, the Kryptonians were stronger, faster, and more durable than any soldier under his command.
And they had used this feature to their advantage. Especially the boy, he had been the true thorn in Megatrons side. He was on almost every mission and managed to be the key element that turned the tide of every engagement. He was the Autobots secret weapon that had nearly made Megatron tear his non-existent hair out of his chrome skull.
Such suffering had lasted nearly a year. And then Megatron gained control of the Omega Lock and everything changed. Darkmont now stood where the Autobots had once resided, and his forces were stronger than ever before. Through manipulating the Omega Lock, the device meant to restore Cybertron, Megatron had created a new breed of drone.
Creatures stronger, faster, and deadlier than any other force Megatron had commanded, save his most vicious troops. And they had defeated the Kryptonians in a single engagement. Now the aliens were under his control, and they would never escape.
Megatron let out a sinister chuckle at the thought, "Truly this has been my greatest triumph. The defeat of the Autobots and the capture of their allies."
"If that put you in a good mood, Lord Megatron, prepare for me to make it even better!"
The silver warlord turned to see a red mech walking onto the platform with a small escort of Vehicons behind him, "We just finished scavenging the remains of the Autobot base, my liege. We found quite the haul."
Megatron arched an optic ridge, "Oh really? And what, pray tell, did you find Knockout?"
The local medic, doctor, and interrogator, Knockout was a prissy mech with an extensive knowledge of Cybertronian biology. He was also a major kiss aft who was constantly trying to get on Megatron's good side. Sadly, the mech was not the most conniving soldier under Megatron's command. Were he not one of the only three true Cybertronians under his command, Megatron wouldn't put up with him at all.
But alas, he was, and so Megatron humored the con. Something Knockout seemed either oblivious to, or happy to ignore. Demonstrated quite thoroughly when he motioned for the Vehicons to stop.
With a flourish of his servos, Knockout grabbed something being held by four Vehicons on either side of the object, and hefted it up for Megatron to see, "May I present, the Forge of Solus Prime."
What Knockout held in his clawed servos was a large golden hammer. It was easily taller than Knockout was, with a massive hammer attached to an equally long handle. It was intricately and beautifully crafted, appearing as beautiful as it was functional.
Megatron smirked and grabbed the hammer, lifting it from Knockouts clawed servos, "It would seem the Autobots forgot one of their greatest advantages, in their hurry to abandon the base."
The con warlord then frowned, "Without the arm of a Prime though, I cannot wield it as anything more than an oversized hammer." he set the tool down with a heavy thud. For a brief time, Megatron managed to overcome the condition of being a Prime that came with wielding the Forge. But recent events had left the warlord disarmed and thus, unable to wield it properly.
Still, keeping it out of the hands of the Autobots was advantage enough for now. Megatron gestured for Knockout to continue, which he did with great gusto. What came next was a group of Vehicons carrying precariously stacked Energon cubes, setting them down before their lord.
"It would seem the Autobot stores were well protected, Lord Megatron." Knockout explained,
"The Autobots had stored enough Energon to last them a very long time indeed. Thanks to you know who."
Megatron scowled and approached the Vehicons, "Thank you Knockout, I am aware of the reason for their high level of Energon reserves." he lifted a cube off one of the stacks, weighing it in a single servo, "I did not need reminding."
"O-of course, L-lord Megatron." Knockout stuttered, "I didn't mean to say you did, I was merely stating as-"
"Enough." Megatron scanned over the remaining Vehicons, "Where is the Star Saber?"
That weapon was just as, if not more deadly than the Forge of Solus Prime. And with no sign of the Autobots remains in what was left of their base, then it was likely they had escaped with the Star Saber. If they had any other weapons they'd brought with them, they'd have a truly serious problem on their hands.
Knockout wilted slightly, "I…apologize Lord Megatron, but we weren't able to find the Star Saber despite our best efforts."
Megatron ran a servo across an Energon cube, "I see." he muttered.
He curled his servos into a fist and scowled, "Knockout, I have a new assignment for you."
Knockout stiffened, "New assignment my lord?" with Megatron, assignments could be dull and easy… or insane and dangerous.
Megatron turned to the 'doctor' with an unreadable faceplate, "You are to head back to Cybertron and by extension the Omega Lock. Once there, you and a small detachment of Vehicons will search the rubble for anything of value. Perhaps we can learn how the Omega Lock worked and attempt to restore our home world…"
Realizing what his lord was ordering him to do, Knockout saluted, "You've got it my lord. I'll leave no nut or bolt unturned."
"Indeed." Megatron deadpanned, "Now go."
Without another word Knockout left, gesturing for the Vehicons to follow him. Once he was gone, Megatron pointed to two nearby guards by his throne, "Take the Forge aboard the Nemesis. I would not risk Autobot infiltration."
The guards saluted and marched over, while Megatron himself walked up to his throne. With the slightest of sighs, he sat on the steel chair and reclined for a moment. After getting comfortable, he looked over at the arm of his throne where a datapad was built into the structure.
Megatron touched a single servo to it. The screen shifted and the long silver faceplate of his Second In Command, Starscream, appeared, "Lord Megatron, how may I be of service?"
"Starscream," Megatron rasped, "It has come to my attention that no Autobots were caught in the destruction of their base. This means they've escaped and our scattered across the planet. I need you to organize a search effort. Find the Autobots, and bring them to me. Failing that, you are to ensure that they are no longer a threat to the Decepticon cause."
Starscream gave a curt bow, "And what if the humans get in the way, my lord? They do view the Autobots as humans."
Megatron let out a bark of laughter, "Deal with them as you would any enemy then Starscream. The humans need to learn their place in the galaxy. Am I clear?"
"Completely, Lord Megatron. It shall be done as you ordered." the screen went black and Megatron smirked.
"Run while you can, Autobots. But know that your doom is close approaching…"
Monterey Bay, California…
Along the massive green cliffs that made up Monterey Bay, was a long strip of road cut into the side. Like a snake, it twisted and turned along the edge of the cliff face with nothing more than a silver guard rail keeping cars from driving off the edge.
The sun was slowly setting off in the distance, casting a golden glow across the stunning landscape and shining off the ocean in a mirage of oranges, blues, and reds. It looked almost as if liquid fire were licking at the edge of the cliffs, a stunning and breathtaking view if ever there was one.
But the highway was relatively empty at the moment, with only the occasional driver speeding along the windy road. One of said drivers was in a bright yellow Urbana 500 with two black stripes running straight down the middle. If one looked closer though, they'd notice that while there was a passenger, there was no driver.
Because this Urbana was a certain Autobot by the name of Bumblebee, the local scout of the Autobots. His charge was a young 12 year old Rafael Esquivel. Who was looking out the window as they drove, instead of sticking it in his computer for once.
He wasn't watching the landscape race by either. No, he was watching the passing cars that were coming down the opposite ways. After all, they were on the run from the cons, and they needed a disguise. Bee was way too recognizable at the moment in his Urbana mode.
"How about that one?" Raf suggested. He was referring to a small yellow Volkswagen Beetle that raced on by.
Bumblebee, unable to speak properly, let out a series of annoyed whistles and beeps, "Really Raf? Is that what humans call a joke?"
Raf sighed, "Sorry Bee. It's just that, well you need a disguise that the cons won't pick up on. You're a custom Urbana 500. That's pretty easy to identify."
And since they were on the run, being identified by the cons was the last thing the two wanted. Until Optimus gave them the all clear and sent them coordinates to meet at, they needed something to hide as. Problem was, Bumblebee was a bit resistant to the idea of being anything other than his common alternate mode.
"We could always reverse my colors. That would throw them off." Bee suggested.
Raf watched a pick up pass by before responding, "You really think a color change would trick the Cons?"
Bumblebee was silent for a moment, "Bee?"
"… You make a good point Raf." Bumblebee admitted. Changing colors wouldn't do squat against the cons. They knew his model and if they were smart, they were probably scanning every Urbana 500 they saw. Best to throw them off their trail entirely.
Raf saw no oncoming cars at the moment and returned his attention to his laptop. He immediately cursed, "No internet out here. I can't even check the net to see if the others are doing any better than us."
Bee let out a sigh while coasting, "Great. You sure there's nothing you can't do?"
If there was any way to connect to the internet…
"No." Raf shook his head, "I left my adapter in the base. And without my armor, there's no way we'll be able to connect and check on the others."
They were in the middle of nowhere after all, not a lot of wifi hotspots, and his laptop wasn't going to get a signal on its own. So Raf was left to just stare out the window and lament the loss of his armor. A month or two back, Raf had convinced Kara, one of the two resident Kryptonians, to help him build a suit of armor so as to be able to help the bots fight.
She had agreed, always relishing in such a challenge, and in two weeks time they'd built the Special Tactics Robotic Integrated Power Enhancer, or S.T.R.I.P.E for short. An advanced piece of armor, S.T.R.I.P.E was a massive suit armed to the teeth and filled to the brim with gadgets. And the Decepticon assault on Darkmont had nearly destroyed the armor, forcing Raf to abandon the armor.
So he was back to his old position, running interference from the background. That is, if his stupid laptop would work! Raf let out a frustrated sigh and stared out the window silently, lost in his thoughts.
Bumblebee looked at his charge helplessly. Raf was a good friend of his, and the only human that could understand him. The two got along like peanut butter and jelly. But there were times where Bumblebee just… didn't know what to say. This was one of those times. So he remained silent too.
Raf continued staring out the window down the long twisty road, when he suddenly perked up, "Bumblebee, what about that one!?"
He was pointing at a 1969 Chevy Camaro SS, painted dark yellow with a black stripe around the grill. It was speeding towards them with its loud engine rumbling and roaring. There was a lot of power in that beast.
Bumblebee responded accordingly, "Oh-ho pit yeah! Nice catch Raf!"
Raf smiled happily and sank into his seat. Seems he was still helpful when the occasion demanded. The two muscle cars passed each other, and in a split second a flash of green light passed over the Camaro. And then the two departed, quickly vanishing from their respective views.
"Hold on Raf." Bee warned, "This might be a bit…weird."
"What do you-" the entire cabin started shaking and Raf immediately forgot what he was talking about, instead grabbing the nearest door handle instead. He felt the handle shift and immediately removed his hand, looking around in awe at what was unfolding before him.
The entire cabin was shifting in place. The inside was morphing, its modern synthetic seats being replaced with black leather seats. The steering wheel became a simple metal circle and steering shaft, the dash going analogue. But if Raf thought the inside shifting was amazing, the outside was even more so.
The Urbana 500 almost appeared to be peeling off of the car as it drove. Its paint job started to shift, its chassis and body morphed and groaned, reshaping itself. Tires popped and reinflated as he drove, the rims shifting into larger beefier designs. The grill shifted into a large open hole with a screen a good half foot back. Two large headlights formed on either side and the gril straightened into a horizontal bar. The cabin shifted backwards slightly and the engine suddenly shifted.
A loud roar boomed through the street, followed by the sound of tires shrieking on asphalt. Raf covered his ears for a moment, before the car took off down the road. Bumblebee let out a series of beeps and whistles. A cheer.
"Whooo-hooo! That was awesome!" he laughed excitedly.
Raf himself was stuck between trembling and laughing too, "Is that what it's like when you scan a new form?" he asked, having never seen such a process.
"When in a vehicle, yeah. A little more tame in robot mode." Bee responded casually, "Now come on, let's test my new wheels!"
Their plight forgotten for a brief moment, Bumblebee floored it and the two friends drove forward at a blistering pace, Raf laughing manically all the while. He wondered if the others were holding up as well as he was for a moment. Then he focused back on the drive at hand, laughing with Bee all the way…
Arizona…
"We shouldn't have left Bulkhead." Miko flopped back in her seat, "Jack and Kara needed our help, we should've stayed behind."
The two, wrecker and teenage punk rocker, had been transported to the middle of Arizona and were now driving along at a blistering pace. There were no clouds in the sky and if it weren't for Bulkheads A/C, Miko was pretty sure she'd have fainted from heat exhaustion. But that wasn't her problem at the moment.
At the moment she was more upset that Jack and Kara, the Kryptonian siblings, had been abandoned. The two had been good friends of her. Heck, Jack had trained Miko to use her own powers. She spared a look at the duffel bag in Bulkheads backseat before looking forward again. It didn't feel right leaving them behind, they should've stayed behind with them.
"Orders are orders Miko." Bulkhead responded, "If we'd stayed behind with the others, we'd be nothing but scrap metal now."
Miko crossed her arms and huffed, "It would've been better than running away though." She murmured.
Bulkhead let out a sigh, "Miko, listen. Jack and Kara have gone through worse. The Waller Incident, Brainiac, Zod. The cons might capture them, but they're tough kids. Jacks even a wrecker. If they can't escape, they'll still give the cons a run for their money."
Bold words, but they just felt like words to Miko. The con fortress was huge, and their new drones were even more deadly than before. She'd watched them get cut to pieces and still keep on fighting. They were like zombie cons, but way stronger and deadlier. Miko had a hard time believing she used to want to see things like that. Boy how things had changed.
With a sigh, Miko placed her cell phone in her hand. A moment later, it gently lifted off her palm with a gentle hum, "Powers still in control?" Bulkhead asked.
After an incident with a Cybertronian relic, Miko had been endowed with the power to manipulate sonic waves from any part of her body. She could emit sonic screams or create punches, kicks, etc. all with the power of sonics. It was a powerful skill… But it wasn't enough. Even unleashing the full brunt of her power on the cons hadn't kept them from capturing her, Raf, and Kara and using them as leverage to get the Omega Keys and use the Omega Lock.
And because of that, Miko couldn't help but blame herself. If she'd been stronger….
The phone fell and her hand wrapped around it, "They're fine Bulk. Thanks for asking…"
"Anytime kiddo." Bulkhead murmured. He wished there was a way to cheer her up, but Miko seemed pretty out of it…
"Wanna listen to some heavy metal?" he asked.
Miko slipped her phone into her pocket and stared out the window, "No thanks Bulk. I kinda just wanna think right now."
"…Alright…" Bulkhead said, really worried now. He just didn't know what to do, "If you change your mind, let me know. Okay?"
Miko smiled at his concern and turned back to his radio, "Thanks Bulkhead. I appreciate it."
"Anytime kiddo. Anytime."
Rocky Mountains…
Separated. Gone. Lost.
All these thoughts went through the mind of the large black motorcycle as it roared up the road along the snow capped mountains. She had abandoned the main road a long while ago. Driving along them was a good way to get the attention of the Decepticons. Though why Ratchet sent her to a snowy mountain range was beyond Voidwalker.
She was pitch black and massive. The mountains were a stark white to her black, though the cloud cover and light snow fall was helping to obscure her. If only the substance wasn't so irritating. It stuck to her chassis like glue, coloring her a dirty white.
Voidwalker didn't care though, and continued on up the mountain. The base was gone, the Autobots were gone, Optimus was gone… Kara was gone. Her charge, the being she was supposed to protect was gone.
If she had denta at the moment, they would've clenched. Kara was Void's responsibility. Ever since arriving on Earth, Optimus had assigned the Kryptonian to her as a way of helping her adjust to the differences in culture. At first Void had been put off by this. The little organic was rather annoying and a bit too hyper for the cold loner that was Voidwalker.
But, to her surprise, Kara slowly grew on her. She was a selfless and intelligent girl, qualities Void could respect. Kara would die before letting her friends and family get hurt, something that nearly got her killed when Unicrons Herald invaded the Earth. Watching her broken body fall to the Earth had made something in Voidwalker snap.
That was what truly changed her. The girl was her responsibility, yes. But she was more than that. She was Voids friend, her comrade. They were practically family in Void's optics. More family than she'd ever had back on Cybertron…
Voidwalker suddenly transformed to robot mode. Her form was tall and pitch black, composed of interlocking plates. A large horned helmet rested on her skull, with a long silver braid of wires falling from her the base of her skull. Her faceplate was a dull grey and lined with scars, her optics a burning platinum.
She was beautiful, in a dangerous way. Like a predator, her grace and power was unmistakable to anyone. Voidwalker was a dangerous being, one that should never be crossed by Autobot or Decepticon alike.
Despite all this power though, all her skill, they still were beaten. Void stumbled forward off the road into the snow. They'd lost. The Autobots were scattered, the Decepticons had taken over Jasper, and Kara was likely their prisoner. Void fell against a nearby tree and placed a clawed servo against it. Her claws dug into the bark and her optics clenched. She had failed her duties. Kara was captured, what kind of guardian was she to let that happen?
'You're an even worse one if you keep up like this…'
Void's servo clenched tightly, "I'll kill them all." her voice was cold and emotionless. She stood up from the tree and marched forward through the brush. She'd kill them all. Rip them limb from limb, tear out their sparks, let their heads roll.
She exited the brush and found herself on a large ledge, overlooking the mountain range. The snow brushed against her armor, but she paid it no mind. The landscape was vast and seemed almost never ending.
Voids servos clenched, "I'll kill them all!" she roared. Her voice slowly echoed back.
'I'll kill them all…all…all…'
"GEAH!" She screamed to the sky, "You so much as touch her Megatron, and I will rip the mesh from your chassis! I'm coming for you Megatron!"
Her voice echoed across the fields of rock and snow once more. Void turned from the ledge and walked back through the woods. She needed to find a way to contact Optimus, meet up with the others. When they did, she wouldn't stop. She would leave Megatrons Darkmont in ruins. No matter the cost.
Washington State…
Through the lush green forests of Washington, a large road cut through. The trees obscured it all from aerial view, providing the perfect cover. The massive oaks that towered over the road were an incredible sight, living creatures of such massive size and beauty. A low mist was spread between them, a stunning sight.
But despite this sight, the lone vehicle that roared through the street paid it no mind. A small blue sport bike with pink highlights roared down the street at an inhuman speed. A rider in all leather and a pitch black helmet rode atop the bike, hunched over and seemingly very focused. But this was not a biker, this was another Autobot. Arcee to be specific.
She had arrived in Washington thanks to Ratchet's bridge, and now she drove through the forest lost in thought. Not over only the destruction of the base, but… over the loss of Jack. Starting out as her charge, Jack had not gotten along with Arcee. But she'd just lost her previous partner Cliffjumper, so she was more than a bit bitter.
But over time, the two had warmed up to each other. They worked together and formed a good friendship. Until Arcee learned the truth, that Jack was an alien. A powerful alien that had lied to her. She'd felt betrayed by this and nearly cut all ties with Jack. And then he nearly died in the Shadow Zone.
Arcee had quickly realized that even though she was angry with Jack, that he was still her friend and partner. So she'd apologized as had Jack and all was forgiven. Then the Kryptonians invaded and things changed forever. Not only were the Autobots exposed to the world now, but Arcee had realized something important.
She had fallen for her Kryptonian partner. Both had fallen for each other and after Zod was beaten had started dating. It was wonderful, the two had formed a strong partnership over it all. It seemed like nothing could end what they'd formed. And then the Omega Locks showed up.
With the realization she might be going home, Jack and Arcee had descended into an argument. Both of them said things they regretted. Arcee's last words had been that she wish he had died. She said that to the person she loved… And in return, Jack had said the same. They hadn't spoken since.
"And now, he's probably the cons prisoner." Arcee growled to herself, "Way to go Arcee, just great. You're probably only the second worse femme in his life now. Right behind Airachnid."
Arcee shivered slightly, before focusing on the road, "I need to regroup with the others." she realized.
"It's the only way we can take down Megatron. It's the only way I can save Jack and undo what was done." she wasn't going to let him die thinking she didn't care. Arcee was too damn proud for that.
She passed out of the forest for a moment into the bright shining sun. It warmed her chassis as she drove and Arcee sighed. Sunlight seemed a key motif in her life now. It was because of sunlight that her and Jack had argued. A red sun would mean the kid would have none of his powers and be easy to kill. And Cybertron had such a red sun.
So Arcee had had a choice. Leave and go to Cybertron, or stay on Earth with Jack. Even now she wasn't sure which she'd go with, but it didn't matter. Cybertron was still dead, and so she was stuck here. Funny how things worked out like that.
Arcee heard the roar of jets and her mirrors flicked to see six contrails shooting towards her, and fast. Decepticons!
"Scrap!" she hissed, and kicked it into overdrive.
Seems like her luck wasn't holding out. Guess she'd have to do what she did best. Wing it…
Darkmont, Nevada…
"Lord Megatron, we have found and are engaging the Autobot Arcee." Starscream reported from the terminal built into his throne.
Megatron let out a chilling laugh and then grinned, "Excellent Starscream. Make sure you don't let her out of your sight. I want her head on a pike, understood?"
Starscream gulped, "Yes my lord."
The transmission ended and Megatron sat back in his seat. Everything was going according to plan. The Autobots were scattered, his fortress was fully operational, and now Starscream was about to finish off that troublesome femme Arcee. He'd prefer Voidwalker, but that femmes time would come.
"It's all falling into place now Soundwave, isn't it?" Megatron asked his Third In Command, the silent communications specialist.
Standing tall and thin, Soundwave turned his unreadable face on Megatron. A series of readings flashed over his smooth visor, along with a diagram of Earth. Megatron scowled when he saw those readings.
"An Autobot ship? Dispatch a group of my Omegacons to deal with it." he said dismissively. His new soldiers could handle an Autobot ship.
Soundwave nodded and sent out the order. While he did that, Megatron activated his communications from his throne once more, "Knockout, what have you found so far?"
A moment later, the prissy mech responded, "You'd… need to see it to believe it, Lord Megatron. I'll need a space bridge to your coordinates."
Megatron looked to Soundwave, who nodded. His visor flashed with various calculations. A moment later, a massive green vortex swirled to life on his throne platform, a fair distance away. Megatron stood up and waited for Knockout to enter.
He did so a few moments later, and stepped aside with a large grin on his faceplate, "Lord Megatron." he bowed.
Megatron raised an optic ridge, "Where is the object you found, Knockout?"
"On his way through my lord." Knockout replied with a smug grin.
At that exact moment, a heavy footstep echoed through the bridge, followed by another. Megatrons head swiveled to the bridge to see the outline of a new Decepticon slowly walking through the space bridge, at an almost leisurely pace. But his movements were fluid and controlled. Mechanical, even by a Cybertronians standards.
As he grew closer, Megatron slowly grinned as details became more apparent. The figure was relatively tall, with a large chest covered in a thick black plate. He was covered head to toe in dark purple armor. His right arm was thick and chorded, with a large clawed servo at the end. On his right arm was a massive cannon that dominated his arm. No hand in sight, and a belt of ammunition attached to its base. Two small winglets were attached to the figures back.
The figure finally stepped out of the space bridge, allowing Megatron to see his face. Or lack thereof. All that was there was a single emotionless optic. No mouth, no other eye. Just that one massive unblinking red optic.
The Decepticon bowed before Megatron, and spoke in an emotionless voice, "My liege, Lord Megatron. Shockwave reporting for duty."
A/N: It's here! The Reboot to Another Type of Alien Book three is here! Oh man it felt great writing this guys. I really hoped you liked it. In fact, let me know, was this a good first chapter for the reboot? For those of you wondering, more characters will appear in the coming chapters, some epicness is about to go down! I want you guys to let me know what you thought, because I worked my aft off on this chapter. I need to know how I did so I can improve. Please let me know in the reviews, and if you have ideas or questions, PM me. Hope you guys enjoyed, bye!