The Origins of Monstrosity
by SMYGO4EVA
"Are you afraid? Is that it, Autobot? Are you afraid of the mighty Galvatron?"
Chromia narrowed her optics, her denta gritted.
The former Lord High Protector grinned. "You don't need to be, dear Chromia," his grin widened. "Unless you wish to fight me," he whispered conspiratorially.
"You were Megatron, weren't you?" Chromia asked the tyrant leader, her stance still and her servos clenched.
Instead of answering, Galvatron swung his arm at her, almost knocking her down before she jumped up and kicked her pedes onto the center in his chest. It was like suddenly being connected to raw power. Galvatron, whoever he was, was a creature of strength, and he was hungry for more of the power he sought.
Chromia jumped back and steadied herself, both pedes planted on the ground, both in fear and awe of what Galvatron had become.
"Thank you," Galvatron said, with a triumphant smile soon formed on his faceplate.
"What for?" Chromia spat out, near speechless, her form tingling.
"For cementing the fact that I will be the future ruler of all life itself soon enough," Galvatron grinned again, clenching his clawed servos, and then in a shimmer of silver light he was gone.
After taking a few moments to compose herself, Chromia transformed into her alt mode, the blue motorcycle, and drove out, to join the rest of the Autobots, to let Optimus and the others know that she had found him, from the origins of monstrosity.
