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Dawn of A New Age
Megatron stood on the edge of the Well of AllSparks, peering down into the black void-like hole. He let out a soft, irritated sigh, shaking his head in unison with the smaller red cybertronian standing next to him. "Shame. Isn't it, My leigh?" The red cybertronian asked, looking up at his former leader. Megatron said nothing, leaving Knockout's imagination to wander around what he could be thinking. "Too bad Optimus had to give up his own existence to ensure Cybertron's. Would of loved to see you and The Big 'O' to duke it out one last time, for old times sake, huh?" He poked the tyrants side with his elbow-articulator. He chuckled to himself, stopping as he looked at the aggravated expression that bore itself on Megatron's face. Knockout whimpered. "Or, uh, perhaps not?"
Megatron looked back down into the Well, sighing as he closed his optics. "I'm, uh, gonna go." Knockout spun around, transforming and driving off towards the demolition site of Kaon.
Megatron ignored the ex-cons actions as he continued to stare down into the Well. "It seems as if though we've finally reached the end of our little quarrel." He let out a faint sigh once again. "Our dreams of a better world for our kind are finally becoming a reality. I just wish we could of solved this as allies, not bitter enemies." Megaton looked up into the hazed skies of Cybertron, it's bright sun coating the entire land in its warm rays of light. "Farewell, Optimus Prime, and Orion Pax, may we meet again in this life, or one beyond." He turned back, slowly walking towards a freshly rebuilt city. The long, spiked, purple blade on his back glowed against the sun's rays creating a white glare between the two opposing beams of light.
The city's Chrome texture sparkled in the daylight, and the many Cybertronian ships that hovered the skies created shadows with each passing one. Megatron continued to walk down the empty street of the newly built city. It was sure to become one of the millions of cities to take place on Cybertron. The ex-con ran his claws down the strange dirt-brown metals that had formed on his body during his resurrection, alien to him in nature, though it felt natural. As if it had always been apart of him in someway. Though it was possibly a symbolization of Unicron in some way. Even though it was now a part of him, he hated it. Its rough texture and it's hard feel, the way he acted during his reign, even himself for the way he treated everyone who was close to him. He gritted his sharp metal dentas, creating a grinding sound as they scraped together.
The Ex-Warmonger continued to walk down the still empty streets of the newly built Cybertronian city. With the city's lush texture he stuck out like a rusty digit.
The one ship that stood out was The Nemesis that hovered next to the city's capital, the tower stood higher than any other building in the city, it's shadow being cast upon the empty streets in front of it. The Nemesis still held its original texture, it's dark black and greyish paint, and the deep scratches along the hulls of the vessel.
Megatron changed direction and began walking towards the capital, towards The Nemesis.
Megatron stepped out of the elevator of the capital's upper floor. The doors let out a ding as they closed behind him. He continued down the old hallway of the newly refurbished Kaon, rounding a corner towards the building loading dock. He read the cybertronian words written on the wall. "Down with Megatron" Some said. And "Till all are one" The others said. He grimaced at the very message those words sent, continuing towards his ship, he scraped the paint of the words off with his sharp claws.
He stopped, hearing footsteps coming from the direction he was going. A black and yellow cybertronian rounded the corner up ahead, jumping in surprise as he saw the ex-con. "Megatron!? What're you doing here?" The smaller cybertronian asked, surprisingly calm with the ex-warlords presence.
"You need not worry, Scout. I am leaving this place. Going somewhere I do not even know." Megatron continued past the Autobot Scout, rounding the last corner towards the loading dock.
"You'd still be able to make a life here on Cybertron. You know that?" Bumblebee tried to reassure him. The ex-con stopped.
"I could, but those who lived here would never forgive me for the blood I've shed." He continued to walk down the hall. The door to the loading dock slid open, showing The Nemesis docked into the rear port of the dock. He walked down the boardwalk, past the Autobots unloading the cargo from other ships. They all stared at him, their optics filled with red hot hatred for him. "Tyrant" One of them muttered as he walked by. "Murderer." Another one muttered.
Megatron ignored the insults of the Autobot soldiers and continued down the boardwalk. He walked up the ramp leading to the upper deck of his old ship. And walked down the deck and into the inner hull.
Not long after entering he found himself in the cryostasis pod chamber. He walked up to the console in front of the remaining pods, highlighting one of them with his clawed digit. He typed in a set of coordinates to the farthest uncharted region of the cosmos. One of the pods opened, Megatron sighed, slowly walking into the open pod. The hatch closed behind him as the pod was filled with the freezing liquid. His body froze, slowly powering down. He felt safe within the pod. His optics willingly closing to obtain a sleep he had not had in thousands of solar cycles.
The pod detached from the ship's inner hull, launching itself out into space and out of the planet's orbit.