TITLE: Random Intervals, 1
SERIES: Imperfection
AUTHOR: Macx
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: None of the characters belong to me, sadly. They are owned by people with a lot more money
Author's Voice of Warning (aka Author's Note):
English is not my first language; it's German. This is the best I can do. Any mistakes you find in here, collect them and you might win a prize The spell-checker said everything's okay, but you know how trustworthy those thingies are...
FEEDBACK: Loved
BETA: okamimyrrhibis
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These ficlets (aka brain farts) never really made it past the ficlet stage, but aren't drabbles either. I didn't want them to gather dust and become toys for the dust bunnies since the plot bunnies insisted they're worth something ;)
They are based on the Imperfection 'verse, though some could be viewed as simple one-shots, too.
Have fun reading!
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He must have failed.
No, he had failed.
It wasn't a new concept to him, just this time it was with devastating effects.
His homeworld lay in ruins, his people were dead or spread all over the universe.
Himself, he had died, most likely. There was no other reason for the trigger to take effect, for this shell to wake and for his now rather reduced memory to flood his copied consciousness.
It had been the emergency plan. Back then it had been sound and a guarantee of his survival, no matter what.
Waking in the ruins of Cybertron, he could only compare it to the world he had left in search for the Allspark.
Today it was worse.
Tomorrow it would be even more so.
He turned and looked at the mech standing several paces behind him, optics dead calm. He looked as war-worn as those he had seen from afar.
"No word?" he only asked.
"No, Mighty Megatron. The Nemesis remains lost. It has been so for vorns."
Megatron's red optics swept over the ruins. "What about Prime?"
"The same."
His home – nothing but a dead shell any more.
Megatron could have screamed his fury to the stars.
His legacy – a world where life would soon be gone completely.
He turned and walked away from the sight.
The idea behind the download had been easy: should he perish in battle a part of him would still be there, his legacy to himself. He was a copy of the original, missing all memories right after the download. He knew every detail of the war, right down to the Autobots launching the Allspark into space to keep it from him, and that he had taken off after it.
The rest was nothing.
The transfer had been risky. Maybe he had lost other memories too in the process. No one could be sure because there was no original matrix of his mind left.
It… he had died somewhere.
Maybe Prime had killed him, Megatron mused as he passed through dark tunnels and crumbling buildings.
It was almost worth a laugh.
Optimus Prime… they had ruled this planet together until… the war. Now, in retrospective, looking at everything that was dead and gone, his people slaughtered, or they had fled, things looked different. Radically different.
Megatron stopped as he entered the hangar that held the glorious war crafts of the Decepticons, looking at nothing but derelict cargo carriers and one of the once prided private cruisers. They had all been scrapped and used to repair a cargo carrier in the next hangar, a twin to the Nemesis, though only in purpose. It looked far from belonging to the proud Cybertronian fleet.
"Lord Megatron," a steady, almost inflectionless voice greeted him.
He gazed at the ship, barely registering his most loyal soldier.
"We are ready."
Ready to leave.
Ready to abandon what he had fought to rule and shape under his power.
He had only succeeded in making it inhospitable, without hope, without a future, and now he had to leave.
Megatron felt the anger and fury rise, the scream wanting to emerge, but he just brushed past Soundwave, who followed him wordlessly.
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The Predator lifted off from the dead world, crumbling the hangar, shattering the remaining windows of the surrounding buildings. It hung above Cybertron for a moment, then the pilot turned it and engaged the deep space engines. Slowly she detached herself from the metal world's gravity and crawled off into the darkness of space.
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Author's Note to this ficlet: The idea came to me while thinking about how Megatron could possibly return in the movie 'verse since his spark was destroyed by the Allspark. The download/safety copy seemed like a viable idea, and something he would do to insure his survival.