Transformers: Sins of future's past
by JupiterJones aka J.A. Franks
Disclaimer: All things Transformers belong to Hasbro and Takara-Tomy. I own nothing but the plot and Ocs.
Setting: G1/beastwars/beast machines continuity, except where it isn't. Divergent time-line, AU.
Prologue:
Megatron was falling. Locked in battle with his nemesis, Optimus Primal, and he had little choice in the matter. As the organic core of Cybertron rushed toward him, time seemed to stretch, each second lasting an eternity. Worst of all, that damn filthy techno-organic was the cause of all of this. How could he look so serene in all of this? Does he really think that he has truly won? He wondered.
No. Megatron thought. Even he wasn't so foolish to not have a backup plan. It was unfortunate that he hadn't the time to calculate the true scope of the plan, but time was of the essence. Mentally he commanded his drones to carry out his last will, sending out a signal into deep space, to a facility he had left intact for just such an emergency. If he couldn't see his dreams for Cybertron fulfilled, the neither should Primal!
The plan was simple enough, yes. He mused as the core loomed closer still. Ever since he got his hands on the key to Vector Sigma, he knew he needed a backup plan. He instructed his Vehicon drones to build a vessel at an old shipyard, scavenging parts and transwarp drives from other ships. But this was no mere ship. No. This was the instrument of his revenge. On board this vessel was a deceptively simple device. A prototype Plasma energy core, tied directly to a key of vector sigma. Megatron almost had to thank Primal for revealing the original core's location to him so he could duplicate it.
Megatron knew that, even as he received the signal that the craft had launched, the chances of success were slim. But at this point, all possibilities point to Primal losing, and that was all that mattered. If reality becomes undone, Primal ceases to exist. If it works and history is changed, then Cybertron will never come to worry about a techno-organic future, and Optimus Primal's very dream will cease to exist.
At that final thought, Megatron finally smiled. Optimus Primal only had a brief moment to wonder why before oblivion greeted them both.
At the same time, far away. A single Vehicon 'general,' if you could call her that, snorted in disgust at the inelegant craft she was now the sole occupant of. It was nothing more than a glorified bomb. She thought as the craft's engines screamed to life. As it began to move on its pre-programmed course, Patchwork wondered what it would be like to serve under the real Megatron.. or if she would even survive the device's activation. Megatron certainly had not meant for her to be on board, but he wasn't in any position to object anymore, and soon.. never will be. She cackled to herself as the transwarp drive shuddered to life, with Earth as its destination. It would be nice to see her great grandfather Hook in base metals, she thought.
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