Ch 3
The land was a scared and twisted perversion of cybertron's last great age. Here, the wreckage and scrap of Megatron's malevolent ambitions littered the land. This was the great scrap yard where the empty bodies of the fallen transformers who could not be brought back online and the scattered remnants of Megatron's drones had been disposed of. Here, in this dark place, a light can be seen. But this light lacked the purity of any starlight or spark the universe had bore. This orb of light danced across the heaps of rubble like a lost pixy of human folklore, bathing everything in a frightening glow akin to that of the inferno itself. Eventually it came upon a gleaming metal death machine, long since abandoned. The hellish red sphere sank deep into the looming, intimidating tank, then suddenly the heavily armored panels shifted and slid across each other. Its back half, with its magnetic lifts, folded down forming two powerfully thick legs. The top canopy split in two and slid down each side extending into arms, one still harboring the massive fusion cannon. The front end folded down into a prominent chest structure and out from it came a most distinctive head. The face was humanoid but vicious with a bucket like helmet structure, flat on the top with rectangular structures the wrapped around just under the cheeks.
Its eyes illuminated with all the fires of hell, and a voice projected from it "where am I!" it demanded with a deep voice so frightening, so familiar.
Looking upon his new shell he uttered "yesssssss! I recognize this form." Megatron! knew this to be one of his own creations. An early tank drone constructed in his own image, but ultimately abandoned for being too anthropomorphic for his newly adopted false dogma.
As new machination and schemes formed in Megatron's new neural network, two other forms arose from the mounds of wreckage. Megatron's sensors detected them instantly. He turned to face them. "Identify your selves" he commanded aggressively.
One stepped forth from the shadows, his form like a demon with wings extending from his back. This creatures body was obviously one of the aqua drones intended to patrol cybertron's water ducts and cooling systems. "I was known as the great tracker of the decepticon armada. I am called Scourge." He spoke with confidence as he knelt down before Megatron.
"And you there! Who are you?" Megatron asked the other entity, while still smirking over his new vassal.
This creature however, obviously another old tank drone but with the cannon atop its left shoulder, remained silent. Walking past both Megatron and Scourge, he ignited a fire with his shoulder cannon and began using it to work a rod of mettle into a crude blade. Megatron sneered, growing impatient with this metallic beats seemingly arrogant silence. Then he grimaced with disgust as he watched the mechanoid rip the polymer alloy from his face, exposing and damaging sensory nodes in what must have been a very painful posses. He then looked up at Megatron with his now skull like facade and a ghostly green glow to his eyes, and spoke three words. "I am Bludgeon."
Megatron, entertained by Bludgeon's actions, grinned. "I can use you, yeess." He muttered to himself. He could now see his machinations taking form. He spun to face his two new minions and shouted. "Fallow me. There is much work to be done. And little time.
"Where are we going?" Scourge asked out of confusion.
"to the last remaining Predicon outpost in this sector. The planet Char." Megatron exclaimed with a hint of pride.
"Why?" questioned Bludgeon, while sharpening his new sword ageist the dead body of a maximal.
Megatron turn away from them, grinning, and said "we have an army to raise, and worlds to conquer. Yes!"