TheExile
Space is a terrifyingly calm silence. With hundreds of thousands of years between planets, and even further in some galaxies, we have to wonder -are we really alone.-
A tiny speck of dust could hurdle at the speed of light, gathering debris from smaller specks of dust, and eventually becoming a larger unfathomable mass. A mass so large it is now a meteor. As it speeds it may crash into yet another meteor creating a massive eruption of insatiable darkness. -It's very likeness impossible to imagine.-
And with this crash, this explosion could develop into something much larger, much more inconceivable, a black-hole, a galaxy, perhaps a universe. And all from a tiny insignificant speck of dust.
Surely a thought such as this could explain many a things, however, for its purposes, it may very well hold the genetic key to a new race. A new civilization, a new hope for the eternity of man, or the stars. -we may never know-
Yet, as our speck of dust collides with another, something almost radical happens. Not erupting, it instead becomes one with an asteroid of a metallic state. -An asteroid, named Primus-
Many a millennia had passed, and as Primus had crafted itself into Cybertron, this speck of dust become the very foreign life which would someday become a physical manifestation of energon.
And while this energon was the very life/blood of Cybertron, another deeper, darker version existed beyond the cosmos...
This pure essence of evil was to be known only through legend as Dark Energon.
The very blood which had flowed through Unicron seethed in rumor and prophecy alone. This was until its discovery.
We are in the present now... A war has come and gone... A planet has been left in constant chaos and turmoil... And since the day of its discovery, Dark Energon has been sought out by those which seek to harvest its impossible powers.
Its powers of symbiosis, necromancy, and revival...
To an eternal being these are tools for which only those strong enough may seek.
And, to a being of a lesser power, this eternal energy could mean the very rule of a universe...
A floating conduit drifted eternally through space... Its presence known only as Megatron.
His body seethed anger; he would have his revenge. Not now, but soon, he would be ready. He would destroy all that had opposed him. His slender metallic grip would cradle the molten body of his nemesis, Optimus Prime.
Unbeknownst to Megatron were the sacrifices that were made to ensure his singularity. And yet as unforgiving as he was, he still required closure. His pride would disallow him any further thought than the ultimate annihilation. Even if it meant his own self-destruction it was merely a sacrifice to end all that had become him.
His focus set for Cybertron, he appeared to be light-years away. "My fight is there." Out-spoke Megatron; his voice would travel aeons before reaching anything other than stars. And yet Megatron began his journey to Cybertron.
The approach seemed endless, Megatrons thirst for vengeance began to irk him deeply. He -needed- the death of Optimus Prime. An Autobot with whom once he stood side-by-side. An Autobot with whom he'd betrayed for his own gain. This gain was worth turning against another, this gain was the complete control of the universe.
Power-hungry Megatron ventured onward to Cybertron to defeat Optimus Prime. Yet once he'd arrived, he found his chaotic planet in complete and utter disembowelment. This was his doing, he'd gained control. Yet this wasn't enough; Optimus Prime had left the fight. Optimus would pay for such insolence. Chaos would rule supreme, chaos -Must- prevail and destroy all order.
A writhing insanity erupted from Megatron. His goal was not met...
On earth, a bellowing howl of rage sent a shiver down the hull of Starscream. His master was very-much alive, and while he reassured himself this was impossible, his eye twitched ever, so, slightly...