Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, blah blah blah
Author's Note: This takes place after Agenda 3 (The season 2 Ender) and was
something I started thinking about before they confirmed Season 3... So,
it's a long work in progress :P
Altered Futures: Megatron
Cold, a sensation felt quite often, but not in this sense. Empty, alone,
disconnected.
What happened? Where am I? Have I succeded?
"Internal systems rebooted. Neural processors online.
Predacon Unit Megatron: Active."
The soft female voice of the computer brought his senses to "life".
Megatron looked around. He was standing outside of a large mountain. He
remembered.
"I DID IT!" he shouted, leaning his head back to look at the dark grey sky.
"I have it all! Yessss."
Megatron shifted and turned into his Transmetal Tyranasaur mode. With a
thought, giant turbines on his sides flipped up and roared to life. He
began to lift off the rocky ground and flew closer to the mountain.
He reached the entrance and transformed back into his robot form. He slowly
entered as small rocks tumbled about as he moved. It was dark and hot, just
as he had left it. The giant starcraft, the Ark, still sat quiet and dormant.
Something about it made him stop. The feeling was different. He felt no great
power emmanating from it, as he did before. Optimus Prime was gone. He was
history, this was the future. His thoughts carried him to his victory. He
imagined his arrival on cybertron, all of his race would congradulate him and
commend his triumph. Though, as it has happened many times before, Megatron's
mind slipped back into the loop of altering time. He would remember what had
happened here, but none on the Cybertron of the future would know of his great
deed. This *WAS* the past, and he was stuck here.
Lost in thought, Megatron quietly surveyed the area, looking for any sign of
others. When a small noise caught his attention. Behind him! Instinctivley, he
drew his plasma weapon and whipped around. Nothing. He felt an eerie chill, as
though he was being watched for a reason. He then heard it again. Turning
around to see nothing. Again, nothing. Paranoia was begining to dull his logic
sensors. He then heard a voice, slightly muffuled, yet audible. It screached
through his mind.
"Megatron..." said the voice, far away.
"Megatron..." the voice beckoned, the word dancing at the tip of his audio
sensors.
"MEGATRON!!!" Megatron fell to the ground in agony, the voice came from inside
him. Screaming at a deafening tone. As he recovered he heard a soft laughing.
He knew that laugh, but who's was it? He then began to hear numerous different
laughs and cackles, inside his head. He recognized these. Other Predacons who
scoffed at his revolutionary ideas, Predacons who saw his ideaology as dead
weight and faulty programming. The laughs began to die down, or to culminate
into one. He couldn't decide. He looked up as the laugh moved from the inside
of his mind, to directly infront of him.
A large purple creature sat comfortably between jagged rocks. An odd looking
robot with large wings beneath his forearms.
"Oh, the mighty Megatron finally get's his prize. Does he know what he's going
to have to pay for this prize? NO! I think not." the creature mocked Megatron,
still on the ground recovering from the pain.
"Terrorsaur, is that you?" Megatron held in the pain as he spoke.
"Yes, it is I, the one you left to melt inside the lava."
"I thought you had been disintigrated, your body had been glowing from the
quantum surge. I had no idea you'd be protected." Megatron, trying very hard
not allow Terrorsaur to take advantage of his weakened state. He still had
many things to do besides getting backstabbed by a treacherous warrior.
"Ya see... That's the bad thing. I WASN'T protected. I died. Yet, some
unimaginable force has shown me MANY new things. It has given me power beyond
recognition. You remember how much I like power, don't you Megatron? If you'll
also remember, you told me I would never have power. That I would never be
a true leader. You called me foolish. Just like the voices inside your
screwed up little head. Ha! You called *ME* insane?!? Look at you! You risked
your life, your citizenship as a Predacon as well as the lives of 5 other
fellow Predacons. WHY? Because you heard a voice at the end of a RECORD? If
you've only seen what I have. What you have done to the future. You wanna know
where Cybertron is in the future? GONE! That big bad "Chaos Bringer" you
scoffed at turned out to be REAL and he decided to munch the SLAG out of our
world. So there goes half our race down the tubes." Terrorsaur begins to laugh
uncontrollably. Megatron, maenwhile, still on the ground, simply stares at
Terrorsaur at disbelief.
"You say *I* caused this? I only wanted justice to those that had wronged us."
Megatron poured at the brink of unstable emotion.
"If you want justice, get a talk show. Right now, I think you need to get your
sorry slagging butt up. You may have destroyed Optimus Prime. But the Maximals
are still alive and well. Although you will recognize the players, the dealer
has delt from a new deck." Terrorsaur, with amazing skill lept off the rocks and
landed in front of Megatron and held his hand out to help Megatron off the
ground. "You, as much as I despise all that you've done and for they way you
treated me, are coming with me. You are the only one who can set everything
straight."
Megatron got up. The two Predacons exited the cave. A small crevice lined the
outer area of the volcano filled with lava causing smoke to cover the ground
a few feet up. Megatron and Terrorsaur neared a small group of rocks. A noise
startled them, and the yell they heard frightened them.
"BLACKARACHNIA, MAXIMIZE!" The slender she-spider landed in front of the two.
With the machine guns in her spider arms, she opened fire. The two ran for
cover. Megatron landed behind some rocks and began to open fire with his
plasma weapon. Terrorsaur was unfourtunate to find another enemy.
"You will pay for your crimes, Predacon. Scavenger, MAXIMIZE!" a very large
Transmetal fire ant began shifting and turning into a massive robot. It's
hands, powerful drill aguers. Horns protruded from it's head as he laughed and
began pouring laser fire down onto Terrorsaur from the cannons upon his arms.
Terrorsaur moved quick, much faster than he had ever done before. Using the
scythes on his arms, he slashed at Scavenger's upper torso. The Maximal fell,
completely silent.
"Don't you even move, y'hear? Hahaha!" Terrorsaur joined the gunfight Megatron
and Blackarachnia were involved in.
"Wretched spider, I knew you would turn against me!" Megatron screamed at her
while letting off large plasma bursts.
"Shut UP! I haven't even SEEN you before!" answered Blackarachnia truthfully.
"Megatron, this is what you have caused. Maximal stasis pods that were
converted to Predacon soldiers have been reverted to thier original state.
Although many things stayed the same from our normal timeline. Such as beast
modes and basic personality structure. That big dolt I just fought was your
loveable pal Inferno." After exchanging a few more shots with Blackarachnia
Megatron begin to ask questions.
"Inferno?" Megatron said in awe.
"Y'know: Yes my queen, For the Royalty, etcetera etcetera."
"What have you seen? What have I done? How am I going to fix it." Megatron,
for the first time, was confused. He had no idea how to fix what he had done.
The only one he could count on at the moment was Terrorsaur. Not his first
choice for an ally, but his options seemed to be dried up at the moment.
To be Continued
(Hahah! Poor Megatron... Such the Meglomaniac, now he has to face down some
fears and deal with his own inner issues. So... Who's gonna be the hero?)
Author's Note: This takes place after Agenda 3 (The season 2 Ender) and was
something I started thinking about before they confirmed Season 3... So,
it's a long work in progress :P
Altered Futures: Megatron
Cold, a sensation felt quite often, but not in this sense. Empty, alone,
disconnected.
What happened? Where am I? Have I succeded?
"Internal systems rebooted. Neural processors online.
Predacon Unit Megatron: Active."
The soft female voice of the computer brought his senses to "life".
Megatron looked around. He was standing outside of a large mountain. He
remembered.
"I DID IT!" he shouted, leaning his head back to look at the dark grey sky.
"I have it all! Yessss."
Megatron shifted and turned into his Transmetal Tyranasaur mode. With a
thought, giant turbines on his sides flipped up and roared to life. He
began to lift off the rocky ground and flew closer to the mountain.
He reached the entrance and transformed back into his robot form. He slowly
entered as small rocks tumbled about as he moved. It was dark and hot, just
as he had left it. The giant starcraft, the Ark, still sat quiet and dormant.
Something about it made him stop. The feeling was different. He felt no great
power emmanating from it, as he did before. Optimus Prime was gone. He was
history, this was the future. His thoughts carried him to his victory. He
imagined his arrival on cybertron, all of his race would congradulate him and
commend his triumph. Though, as it has happened many times before, Megatron's
mind slipped back into the loop of altering time. He would remember what had
happened here, but none on the Cybertron of the future would know of his great
deed. This *WAS* the past, and he was stuck here.
Lost in thought, Megatron quietly surveyed the area, looking for any sign of
others. When a small noise caught his attention. Behind him! Instinctivley, he
drew his plasma weapon and whipped around. Nothing. He felt an eerie chill, as
though he was being watched for a reason. He then heard it again. Turning
around to see nothing. Again, nothing. Paranoia was begining to dull his logic
sensors. He then heard a voice, slightly muffuled, yet audible. It screached
through his mind.
"Megatron..." said the voice, far away.
"Megatron..." the voice beckoned, the word dancing at the tip of his audio
sensors.
"MEGATRON!!!" Megatron fell to the ground in agony, the voice came from inside
him. Screaming at a deafening tone. As he recovered he heard a soft laughing.
He knew that laugh, but who's was it? He then began to hear numerous different
laughs and cackles, inside his head. He recognized these. Other Predacons who
scoffed at his revolutionary ideas, Predacons who saw his ideaology as dead
weight and faulty programming. The laughs began to die down, or to culminate
into one. He couldn't decide. He looked up as the laugh moved from the inside
of his mind, to directly infront of him.
A large purple creature sat comfortably between jagged rocks. An odd looking
robot with large wings beneath his forearms.
"Oh, the mighty Megatron finally get's his prize. Does he know what he's going
to have to pay for this prize? NO! I think not." the creature mocked Megatron,
still on the ground recovering from the pain.
"Terrorsaur, is that you?" Megatron held in the pain as he spoke.
"Yes, it is I, the one you left to melt inside the lava."
"I thought you had been disintigrated, your body had been glowing from the
quantum surge. I had no idea you'd be protected." Megatron, trying very hard
not allow Terrorsaur to take advantage of his weakened state. He still had
many things to do besides getting backstabbed by a treacherous warrior.
"Ya see... That's the bad thing. I WASN'T protected. I died. Yet, some
unimaginable force has shown me MANY new things. It has given me power beyond
recognition. You remember how much I like power, don't you Megatron? If you'll
also remember, you told me I would never have power. That I would never be
a true leader. You called me foolish. Just like the voices inside your
screwed up little head. Ha! You called *ME* insane?!? Look at you! You risked
your life, your citizenship as a Predacon as well as the lives of 5 other
fellow Predacons. WHY? Because you heard a voice at the end of a RECORD? If
you've only seen what I have. What you have done to the future. You wanna know
where Cybertron is in the future? GONE! That big bad "Chaos Bringer" you
scoffed at turned out to be REAL and he decided to munch the SLAG out of our
world. So there goes half our race down the tubes." Terrorsaur begins to laugh
uncontrollably. Megatron, maenwhile, still on the ground, simply stares at
Terrorsaur at disbelief.
"You say *I* caused this? I only wanted justice to those that had wronged us."
Megatron poured at the brink of unstable emotion.
"If you want justice, get a talk show. Right now, I think you need to get your
sorry slagging butt up. You may have destroyed Optimus Prime. But the Maximals
are still alive and well. Although you will recognize the players, the dealer
has delt from a new deck." Terrorsaur, with amazing skill lept off the rocks and
landed in front of Megatron and held his hand out to help Megatron off the
ground. "You, as much as I despise all that you've done and for they way you
treated me, are coming with me. You are the only one who can set everything
straight."
Megatron got up. The two Predacons exited the cave. A small crevice lined the
outer area of the volcano filled with lava causing smoke to cover the ground
a few feet up. Megatron and Terrorsaur neared a small group of rocks. A noise
startled them, and the yell they heard frightened them.
"BLACKARACHNIA, MAXIMIZE!" The slender she-spider landed in front of the two.
With the machine guns in her spider arms, she opened fire. The two ran for
cover. Megatron landed behind some rocks and began to open fire with his
plasma weapon. Terrorsaur was unfourtunate to find another enemy.
"You will pay for your crimes, Predacon. Scavenger, MAXIMIZE!" a very large
Transmetal fire ant began shifting and turning into a massive robot. It's
hands, powerful drill aguers. Horns protruded from it's head as he laughed and
began pouring laser fire down onto Terrorsaur from the cannons upon his arms.
Terrorsaur moved quick, much faster than he had ever done before. Using the
scythes on his arms, he slashed at Scavenger's upper torso. The Maximal fell,
completely silent.
"Don't you even move, y'hear? Hahaha!" Terrorsaur joined the gunfight Megatron
and Blackarachnia were involved in.
"Wretched spider, I knew you would turn against me!" Megatron screamed at her
while letting off large plasma bursts.
"Shut UP! I haven't even SEEN you before!" answered Blackarachnia truthfully.
"Megatron, this is what you have caused. Maximal stasis pods that were
converted to Predacon soldiers have been reverted to thier original state.
Although many things stayed the same from our normal timeline. Such as beast
modes and basic personality structure. That big dolt I just fought was your
loveable pal Inferno." After exchanging a few more shots with Blackarachnia
Megatron begin to ask questions.
"Inferno?" Megatron said in awe.
"Y'know: Yes my queen, For the Royalty, etcetera etcetera."
"What have you seen? What have I done? How am I going to fix it." Megatron,
for the first time, was confused. He had no idea how to fix what he had done.
The only one he could count on at the moment was Terrorsaur. Not his first
choice for an ally, but his options seemed to be dried up at the moment.
To be Continued
(Hahah! Poor Megatron... Such the Meglomaniac, now he has to face down some
fears and deal with his own inner issues. So... Who's gonna be the hero?)