Hey and welcome to my newest fanfic! ^^
I really hope you guys like this one because I've spent about 2-3 months on this baby and I am not going to throw it away so with further or do...I proudly introduce and present...
"An eye for an optic, a spark for a heart"
Please feel free to comment and if you have any questions, I'll be happy to answer them...
This fanfic takes time to build up but they'll be action before you know it!
Anyways enough of my babbling...on with the fanfic
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An eye for an optic, a spark for a heart
Love has no boundaries and is as open as the widest of wild country meadows. Some believe it can be love at first sight; others don't or wouldn't even entertain such an idea. Maybe the reason they don't or wouldn't entertain such an idea is because love for them, is like the most impossible science or mathematic equation; an equation that could take a lifetime to solve. Personally, I think most people, who don't believe in love or despise this nature, are too afraid to admit to a person that they find themselves attracted to said person. They only believe that the only love that exists is family but what if the person does not have a family...what happens then? If said person gets a feeling that the person whom they are attracted does not feel the same way, then what is the point in loving someone...who does not love you back. To them, it's pure logic and from that moment...they shut themselves off from the people they used to know. There are always a few good things about being a "lone wolf"
You can make your own decisions without anyone arguing with you and you can get certain things done a heck of a lot easier but you could also turn aggressive and miserable.
It's a mirror affect: If you smile at a mirror...it'll 100% smile back, if you growl at the mirror or have a nasty expression the mirror will copy you. This means if you're nice to someone, they'll be nice to you. But remember what we see on the outside can deceive us on what's on the inside.
This story is all about an evil tyrant; injured from an almighty battle and a normal human girl. But my question for you is...Can said human reach out to this darkened spark and tame it or will his aggressive nature get the better of him?
The story begins...with an end; an end of a life; an evil tyrant's life to be more specific. A sharp blade that had travelled at great speed through his chassis. The black and yellow Autobot scout was the cause of his ever nearing demise. He tried to fight back like he had always been able to and he tried to convince himself that he had suffered worse...he hadn't. His attempts failed greatly as his own sword, the dark star saber, slipped from his once sturdy grasp, plummeting towards the organic planet below them. He allowed grunts and moans to glide off his glossa and passed his lips as he was brought down to one knee. The large silver mech moved his titanic servos onto the shiny sides of the blade and tried with his remaining energy to shift the object slowly killing him, off-lining him.
He felt everyone's gaze slide over to him as he felt himself begin to drift into death's murderous hold. Starscream's cries seemed distant as he truly realised; not even the most skilled of Cybertronian medics could save him now.
"T-till all...a-are one. You g-g-got what you wanted Orion...p-pax, y-you got w-w-what you...wanted" His last words hit the audio receptors of everyone present as they watched the event take fold; some were intrigued to see what the young scout would do next while a servo full of them watch in utter despair.
Within a few moments, he began to feel less and less until he felt nothing and unknown to him, his lifeless corpse gradually slid off the large knife; falling rapidly towards the heavily populated planet below, out of sight from all whom had just witnessed his death. All of their gazes fell upon the young scout as he extended a servo to his leader, most in relief and others in disgust.
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He kept falling, falling, falling faster than he could've ever moved before. The earth's gravity tugged harshly at his frame as his lifeless husk began to heat up until a golden glow wrapped itself around him. In some places, his paint began to peel and pools of energon started to trickle out of his fatal wound. He passed through dark grey rain clouds that were spilling their contents upon the surface below. The freezing substance splattered his corpse as beneath him, a thick pine forest was during closer and closer until...SLAM! The leader of the Decepticons body collided with the ground. His body however, continued to scrape along the dampened terrain; flipping and twisting, even airborne at times and in turn pummelling any conifers that were in the way.
Gradually, he began to slow down and finally come to a halt; sprawled out on his back. The rain started to pick up and glide into his open wound. Electric sparks began to sizzle as the water found its way into his circuitry; an excruciating experience to go through; if you could feel the pain that is...
The star saber had gone through his spark leaving the gem cold and clouded over and not to mention it had a massive crack in the middle of it. It had absolutely no sign of it beating anytime soon either. It managed to still be attached to the gladiator by the thick wires that held the spark chamber in place and his now comatose spark was still nestled inside his spark chamber.
Considering there was heavy rainfall and a thunderstorm occurring, anyone who was in a close proximity to his crash-landing thought it to be nothing more than a louder-than-usual thunder clap. Nobody would find him there! He had landed in a heavily forested area! The only sign of land where trees were not present was the destructive trail he had left. A lengthy wake of mud and trees that were thrown everywhere in various directions was a very interesting style of landing, especially if you are someone who is incredibly well known such as himself. Imagine his horror if he suddenly and remarkably awoke to find himself surrounded by chortling Cybertronians or even their fleshy pets! He would definitely shoot them there and then but whether he would have the energy was another problem...Struggling to get up again after falling upon his aft would really crack them up...
But of course this would never happen and he would probably never live to see another orbital cycle ever again...
However, sometimes the smallest of things can change a whole theory completely. And sometimes they're not even Cybertronian. Rather they are extremely alien to Cybertronian life but they experience more or less what these robotic titans do...
Primates...Homo-sapiens...Humans
But how would a human find this offlined warlord? He was situated in what seemed in the middle of nowhere and civilisation appeared somewhat scarce. If one was to look hard and long enough through the fog, they would soon see a manor house in distance about five kilometres away. If anyone was going to locate him they would either have to walk or use an off-road mode of transport and it would have to be smaller than a car. The gaps in between the trees were not wide enough for any vehicle.
The night was beginning to dawn and as usual, the temperature became cooler. The rain became softer and softer, until it was merely spitting but by then, the clouds and fog had begun to move on, revealing the deep blue sky that was splattered with diamond like stars. The Earth's moon he had once enjoyed gazing up upon. He wasn't quite sure why but the white circular rock made him relax. Just he by himself and no interruptions in a grassy unused field gazing up at it...that had really lightened his mood. And tonight as he lay there dead the moon acted like a titanic spotlight and reflected against what was left of his silver paintjob.
Hopefully somebody would find him and fix him up; hopefully they would be of Decepticon origin...
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Megatron's mind/ No one's point of view
He was in a darkened space and by rapidly dashing his vigilant optics across the scene; he seemed to be the only one present. Where exactly was he though? He began to ponder possible theories of why he was here but yet again, he was no Shockwave and tended to think of himself as a doer rather than that of a thinker. If the purple scientist had been with him, he would've hastily and more than likely thought of something logical to explain his botheration; something confusing yet agreeable. He tended to associate something befuddling that Shockwave was saying with a weapon of mass destruction. The more complicated words his scientist added to his speech, the better.
A tapping sound of metal upon ground brought his attention back to reality and as he listened closer, he recognised the tapping sound to be that of footsteps. He activated his blade and prepared for battle but a voice caught him off guard
"It has been some time since our last encounter...Megatronus," the mech voice echoed and the warlord knew exactly who it was. "And judging by your blade that you just evidently activated I see you are as high-strung and aggressive as you were in the pits of Kaon...back during your heydays no doubt...Where do those cycles go...Those vorns have not done you very well have they? What with that loathsome frame of yours..."
Megatron leapt around believing he was going to slice the elder archivist in half but to his surprise, he had completely vanished. He threw his servos to the sides and roared in frustration, earning him a gleeful song of chuckling though; he could not place where the elderbot had gone to.
"ALPHA TRION YOU ELDERBOT! YOUR PATHETIC TRICKS ARE MERELY COWARDLY, FACE ME LIKE A MECH AND I PROMISE I'LL MAKE YOUR DEMISE SWIFT!"
Suddenly, the leader of the Decepticons felt a gush of wind tickle his back plating and he turned around to see the archivist smirking with a servo on his hip.
"Didn't my dear clerk Orion Pax inform you that you must not be deceived on what lies upon the outside rather it is the inside that counts".
"No," His raspy voice filled the space and it echoed heavily. "But...he did inform me once during battle that you were full of secrets...And I know for a fact that those secrets caused your death. I wish to get a feel of what my troops felt when you were executed!" The gladiator charged forward and stabbed the mech but he disintegrated upon contact
"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched; they must be felt with the spark" Alpha Trion's voice emitted from the darkness and for a moment, the silver gladiator thought something strange was going to occur but...it never did. Why such a quote to say at that point in time? It did not add up... He remembered back to before the war when Orion and he were in Iacon, discussing about poverty and the motives of what caused it. Orion had said that "It would be good if my mentor could help with our planet's poverty crisis...Alpha Trion has an engrossing way with his wording"
"Indeed Orion, I have heard many speeches by your mentor and his wording is as you described...very engrossing. It would be nice to witness Kaon as advanced as Iacon is now. I would feel welcome to revisit my birth place rather than dreading every visit; Vos has its similar situations. Many live in fear of the numerous tariffs that they need to pay and I know that if improvements were available to them..."
"Don't fret Megatronus," Orion had added gazing up at the taller mech, his bright blue optics blazing with hope and faith. "One day poverty will be a thing of the past and nobody will live in fear...that I vow with my entire spark".
Megatronus chuckled softly at his smaller friend's remark. "And what could you do to stop this Orion Pax? You're but a data clerk and a timid one at that might I add..."
"Um...uh...w-well I have studied and researched many famous Cybertronian speeches and I have read many datapads upon this topic...for example d-did you know that Primus is the v-very heart of our planet and without him...we would not be present today..."
"You're going off track Orion! Your mentor puts too much information into your brain-pan and then you question absolutely everything he has taught you! Oh and by the way he didn't create us...he created a servo-full of Cybertronians via the almighty well of Allsparks and then equipped his creations with reproductive systems so that they in turn they could produce sparklings if something was to happen to the allspark or it was put in danger...you should know that! I think your mentor has been informing you incorrect statements?"
"T-that's not true Megatronus and you know it! And weren't you favouring Alpha Trion a moment ago?"
"...Indulge me Pax won't you?"
His now arch-enemy had tried to find the right words to answer him, but gave up and the two simply walked in silence; enjoying the best Iacon had had to offer.
He waited for a few further moments, twirling around and observing his surrounding as he did so.
Nothing...
Nothing?
Nothing?!
Where had that superannuated ignoramus mech disappeared to?! Megatron's central processor shrieked. A mech could not just vanish! Though he was deceased...but the silver mech did not believe in spirits. He could not have been a hologram for Alpha Trion had looked him up and down with those ever-knowing blue optics of his. The colour blue sickened him to the pit! It reminded him of those scrap-eaters he dared to call the followers of the Prime
No matter what the matrix contained...with or without it, Optimus prime was always Orion Pax. Like he had once been Megatronus and now he was Megatron...the formidable ruler and overlord of the Decepticons! But by now...Starscream had more than likely taken Megatron's ascendancy and used it to make himself the new ruler of the Decepticons. If his theory was correct, he would gladly trounce his Second-In-Command until Starscream collapsed in exhaustion; a rare sight to the vigilant optics of Lord Megatron.
Unexpectedly, his audio receptors detected a steady pacing of another pair of distant footsteps that were drawing ever nearer to where he stood; and worst of all he could not tell from which direction they were coming from. His helm rapidly flicked to see if he could pin-point the location of the noise but the footsteps echoed immensely and he kept losing himself trying to find them.
The noise suddenly ceased and the silver gladiator got the feeling that somebody was watching him as he received a few shivers that raced up and down his backstrut.
Then there came a new voice which...confused him greatly.
"Hahaha! This is what I become?! This is an energon-curdling joke! It's sickening and repugnant! I'm a well known gladiator and the most famous one of Cybertron's history and yet I become a charred wreck?! HA! This is BAD comedy".
"W-who are you? Show yourself holder of the voice and I will allow your death be less painful"
Megatron turned his helm and straightened his posture as he brought his blade to his side.
Aluminous blue optics brought his attention to his left side and he turned to face the left with up most caution. The slow tapping of footsteps mirrored his own regular walking pace in an eerie way and the bright blue optics bobbed from side to side; revealing that the holder of both the baritone voice and the optics was gradually approaching Megatron.
A protracted silence suddenly occurred and it was sharply ended by a blue disc hovering by the now closer optics and it was accompanied by a high humming sound. A fusion cannon? But how was it possible? Megatron was the only Cybertronian who possessed it! He demanded that they engineered it and placed it upon his very limb...it was his creation and his IDEA!
He jumped back slightly and brought his blade to front and leapt into a fighting stance.
The deep voice rumbled through the darkness once more as Megatron felt his frame vibrate.
"...Well...I see that at least I have not lost my ability to quickly get into a worthy battle stance. However, I wonder if I still possess the means of defending myself in a more aged frame..."
"W-what do y-yo..."
The Leader of the Decepticons didn't have time to finish his sentence as a masculine figure hurtled himself at him; pinning him to the ground. He tried to swipe the mysterious mech with his blade but the mech had a sturdy hold upon his wrists. Megatron let out a violent and agitated growl as he thrashed hardly against the Cybertronians hold.
"GRRRRRRR! I COMMAND YOU MECH TO CEASE YOUR PITIFUL GAME AND FACE MY WRATH AND FURY!"
"I have certainly not lost my aggressive combative side. I am sure my future will earn me much pleasure considering you are concealed in numerous battle scars though I'm not quite sure about the red optics...no, even a gleeful expression could not shift that barbaric gaze in my future optics"
Megatron was confused. What did this mech think he was doing and what did he mean by "my future optics"? It made him feel perplexed and tense. Why did those blue optics make him feel youthful all of sudden and that profound voice that belong to the mech currently pinning him down sound scarily familiar?
Curiosity filled and began to overflow his neuro-net as well as his central processor. He had to find out why this mech sounded so eerily familiar. Calming himself down, Megatron's raspy voice filled the space.
"You did not answer my previous question mech, who ARE YOU?!"
There was yet again a disturbingly lengthy pause and the silver gladiator was about to ask again when the mech answered; an answer that would completely stun him.
"...My name is Megatronus..."
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I am sorry about the Cliff-hanger but I hope you enjoy this first chapter. Please feel free to comment and any questions you may have, I willing to answer. As I said the first few chapters will be slow but soon they'll be building up quite nicely ^^
Thank you for reading my story and I hope you enjoyed it
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