Encounter
This story is in honour of the latest rumour about Transformers 3. I just want to get the plot bunny out of my head that the rumour created.
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Megatron shot through space, enroute to meet with more of his scattered Decepticon army. He brooded over his latest defeat at the hands of Optimus Prime and about Starscream's bottomless capacity for duplicity and stupidity. His reveries were rudely interrupted when his great velocity was reduced to nothing in a matter of seconds. Megatron attempted to break the hold of whatever force stalled him, but it was too powerful.
"Megatron," a voice addressed him. The voice emanated from behind him, so Megatron turned in place to meet it, while transforming to his imposing robot form. The voice itself was so vast and powerful as to rock whole planets. The sight that greeted Megatron's optics was a rapidly decelerating metal planet, not unlike his battered homeworld of Cybertron.
"I am Unicron, the Chaos Bringer," the voice continued.
"That's impossible. Unicron is nothing more than an old myth used to scare hatchlings. There is no Pit and no Unicron to keep it, just as there is no Primus. There is only the AllSpark," Megatron stated defiantly, more defiantly than he actually felt.
"I am Unicron. As I taught The Fallen, so he taught you. As The Fallen served me, so you served him. With his demise, now is the time for you to take his place in my service."
"I am Lord of the Decepticons! I serve no…" Megatron ceased his pronouncement mid-sentence as a wave of agony deeper than he had ever imagined washed through him.
"You pledged yourself to The Fallen, who was pledged to me. Your body is mine. Your life is mine. Your spark is mine."
"The Fallen promised me Cybertron," Megatron gasped as the pain ceased. "What would I gain by serving you?"
"The Fallen was to rule all of space. With his demise, that title falls to you, Megatron. Serve me well, and the universe and all of its riches are yours."
"I accept," Megatron said after a moment's consideration. "How can I hope to stand against one so powerful that an entire planet is his vessel?"
The voice boomed into mocking laughter. The laugh assaulted Megatron's senses and chilled him to the very core with fear.
"I need no vessel," the voice said. From thousands of kilometers above the metallic planet's surface, Megatron watched as plates the size of small continents shifted and rearranged to reveal a bipedal robot, similar to his own protoform except in scale. The immense face of the robot drifted towards him until Megatron found himself staring into a single eye tens of kilometers across. "For I am Unicron."