"Excuse me."
The young cybertronian peered over his shoulder to see another, clad in brown cloth.
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
"Not at all."
The stranger sat, discarding his cloth to reveal a silver and black paint job. He grinned.
"I know who you are."
"I figured you would."
His grin faded, "So, tell me this: what are you doing here, Orion Pax?"
"What I assume you are here to do. Look."
"Look for what?"
"For a new angle."
The silver cybertronian stood up, "You and me both." He tapped the bar counter, "Maccadam, two drinks."
"No thank you." Orion said, standing, "Whoever you are, your view is not the same as mine."
"What makes you say that?"
Orion pointed to the fusion cannon on the other cybertronian's arm, "A weapon."
"You deduce that I seek conflict and not peace?"
"Is there any reason I should not?"
"Perhaps, perhaps not." The silver transformer opened a small compartment on his lower torso and pulled out a metal object, "For you, should you feel like it."
Orion took it and glanced, "You are Megatronus? The gladiator?"
The silver bot nodded.
A compartment opened in Orion's torso, and he set the ticket inside, "I'll consider it." Orion left, leaving Megatronus in the bar, almost completely alone.
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"Welcome to the Kaon gladiatorial arena." A blue cybertronian walked up to Orion as he came arrived at his destination, "I'll need your ticket."
Orion nodded as he pulled out the ticket and handed it to the cybertronian. He held it up to his glass chest piece and scanned it. He handed it back before turning to his two, small assistants.
"Frenzy, Rumble, open the door."
The twin minicons obliged and allowed Orion passage. The clerk paced onwards, into the bleachers, where his ticket began to glow. A blue light shot out, hitting a seat near the base.
"A front-row seat. How generous." Orion paced to the front row of the arena and took his seat. The great doors in the stadium opened and the crowd began to cheer as Megatronus entered the arena.
"You know him, you love him, he's Megatronus!" The announcer exclaimed, "And now, for his opposition today, the speeding psycho twins, Runabout and Runamuck!"
Twin hover cars sped out of the opposite gate, one with a black paintjob and red tint, and the other with a white paintjob and orange tint. The twins transformed and pulled out their weapons, aiming them at Megatronus' spark.
"Let the combat begin!"
The two began to open fire, hitting Megatronus but not affecting him as he approached. With a single blast of his fusion cannon, Runabout spiraled onto his back. Runamuck reached down to help his sibling up, only to be grabbed by Megatronus and thrown back. Though dazed, he got to his feet and turned towards his adversary. With alarming speed, Megatronus hammered Runamuck's face with his fist, knocking his opponent back to the ground. Before the twin could react, the gladiator had spun around, and brought his left foot into Runamuck's head, forcing him into the ground.
"Oh no ya don't!" Runabout tackled the huge cybertronian, though unable to bring him to the ground. Megatronus only grinned as he jumped backwards, crushing his opponent between himself and the stadium floor. As he sat up, small bursts of energon began to hit him, fired from Runamuck. With another blast of his fusion cannon, the second of the twins was downed. The crowd went wild, screaming the gladiator's name repeatedly. Orion sat back, clearly impressed, as the victor helped his adversaries to their feet. The stadium grounds began to clear out for the next fight, as another cybertronian came and sat next to Orion.
"Impressive, I will admit." He said, "But Megatronus certainly could use a few upgrades."
"I'm sorry?"
The stranger looked at Orion, "A newcomer, I presume? After all, it's common news that Megatronus' newest weapon, the energon mace, has been in his arsenal for cycles. Anyone who isn't new here would know that." He extended his hand, "In any case, my name is Ironhide, resident weapons seller of Kaon. Gladiatorial weapons, of course."
"Orion. Orion Pax." The young clerk took the arms dealer's hand and shook it, "And I am a newcomer. Invited by Megatronus himself."
"I've heard of several cybertronians who Megatronus invited here to watch. That bot in front and his mini cons, for example. They call him Soundwave."
"Curious. I may not know much about the gladiatorial pits, but I'm know that Megatronus is the champion. Why would he invite others?"
"A question, Orion, that you will soon find the answer to." A white and red cybertronian behind Orion told him, "Megatronus sent me. He wishes to speak with you. Both of you."
The pair stood up and followed the cybertronian into the pits of the arena. Cycles later, the group came across the chamber of Megatronus.
"Ah, Orion." Megatronus greeted as the trio entered the room, "That will be all, Starscream."
The seeker bowed and left, leaving the two cybertronians inside with Megatronus. The gladiator motioned for them to sit.
"Orion Pax, Ironhide." Megatronus sat down across from the two, "I need a favor from each of you. Consider it paying me back for the free tickets."
"That was you?" Ironhide asked, "I thought it was Soundwave."
"Soundwave was directed by me to give it to you. Now, for the favors. I need access into the Relic Room of the Hall of Records, and I need weapons. Lots and lots of weapons."
"Why?" Orion asked.
"I've amassed a crew of cybertronians who have been, should we say, discouraged by the cybertronian government. I intend to make a mob. The weapons are purely for self defense. However, we will need a stunning modification on each."
"And the Hall of Records?"
"Evidence of what the council used to be. I have no intentions of overthrowing the government, believe me."
"How many weapons?" Ironhide asked, "I'm not running a charity here."
"See for yourself. Starscream!"
The seeker re-entered and ran behind Megatronus, tapping on a keypad. A secret door opened, revealing behind it a hidden room, illuminated by blue light. Inside, several other cybertronians, including Runabout, Runamuck, Soundwave and his mini cons.
"That is quite the mob." Orion stated.
"And quite the number of bots to arm." Ironhide added, "You sure about this?"
"Most are already armed. But the few that aren't desperately need it. Take this fellow." Megatronus walked over to a white cybertronian who was patching up Runabout, "This is Ratchet, and unless you count surgery blades and welders as weapons, he's unarmed, and furthermore untrained in self-defence."
"Thanks." Ratchet said sarcastically, "In all seriousness, I'm just here because you're going to need a medic."
"Again, thank you for your contribution, Ratchet, but Shockwave still has that position."
"I said medic, not mad scientist."
"Nonetheless." Megatronus took a pair of weapons from a nearby table, "These are for you, Orion. An energon axe and an ion pulse rifle."
The young clerk looked up to Megatronus, "Are you sure?"
"It's your choice, Orion. But your assistance is vital to our quest. Our mobbing is in two cycles, so make your decision by tomorrow." Megatronus turned to Ironhide, "As for you, Ironhide, I also need your approval by tomorrow. I will send my other weapons officer Barricade to collect them from you, should you accept."
"You don't need to wait." Ironhide told Megatronus, "I accept."
"Then it is setted. In two cycles, Megatronus the gladiator will no longer be just a gladiator. He shall be Megatron, gladiator and politician!"