A Chance at Freedom Chapter 1

The wind blew harshly across the city known as Kaon and up against the outer walls of Trypticon Prison, once feared during the Great War when it was the Decepticon strong hold; now it served as their own personal prison. Inside minicons scurried about doing routine maintenance and making sure the cell doors were working. In the high security level in a cell barely large enough for him and with only one hydrogen lamp, Megatron sat on the hard metal bench with his cuffed hands folded across his chest while leaning back against the wall. His peds were chained to the floor and one around his neck linked to a hook above him prevented all but basic movement. The warlord's plating hadn't been repaired and he still bore the damage from his fight with the little Autobot Prime. His flight engines gave a rough grinding sound from the lack of proper fuel. A guard passed by when his engines ground again; "What's the matter mighty leader, you hungry" mocked the guard.

Megatron growled the best he could, optics flashing dangerously. The guard withdrew a cube from his subspace and dangled it in front of the force field and slowly drained it. As he was watching, behind his optics he was starving, they hadn't given him a cube in five solar cycles. The guard finished it and set the cube in front of the cell and walked off. In the privacy of his own processor he knew that he faced execution and also knew that was the reason they weren't giving him fuel. He hoped it would be quick but, knowing the Autobots they probably planned a tacky public spectacle and would be put on display afterwards to show how superior they were. The blue glow of the cell light went out signaling curfew and Megatron shut his optics not knowing what the future was for him falling into recharge in the cold cramped cell.