Chapter 7: Sentinel Prime Summons Megatron
"Sentinel Prime? Sir?" asked a timid voice at the door of the Primes office.
Sentinel Prime looked up from the mountain of Datapads that needed his attention right away. Standing at the door was the young Femme who was his assistant in many things. She had become his assistant for more credits from the course that she was doing in Iacon at the Enforcers Academy along with her creators forcing her to become his assistant, hoping to get in good books with him. A lot of Cybertronians were like that and he took it to his advantage in keeping Cybertron under his control.
The young Femme who was currently studying at the Iacon Enforcers Academy was still standing at the door. That was one thing that he liked about the Youngling. She followed the rules and she followed orders. One of the good things in an assistant who organised his meetings when his other assistant wasn't there. He nodded his helm for her to come in. He watched as she carefully walked into his office as if she was scared to step the wrong way and anger him. "What is the matter, Strongarm? Surely an Enforcers Academy student will know how to listen to orders and how to follow them? I was so sure that I made it clear that I was not to be disturbed today!" snapped Sentinel leaning back in his chair. He put the Datapad that he was working on at moment on top of the large pile of Datapads from all over Cybertron. Many of them were messages from the Noblemechs all across Cybertron that were wanting him to do something about the growing tensions that was being seen all over Cybertron.
"I am sorry, sir. I know that you had made it clear that you were not to be disturbed," Strongarm explained to Sentinel Prime, "But I think you should hear this report that just came in." She was keeping a good distance between herself and the desk where the Prime was sitting.
"And what is that? It must be important that you are risking your place in the Iacon Police Academy?" he asked her. His blue optics narrowed as he studied the young Femme who he had brought as an assistant into his office at the request of her Creators. They hoped that her being an assistant to the Prime would allow her to see that there was also politics within the Enforcers and maybe get her interested in politics herself. Her creators were politicians and loyal to the Prime, and yet they did not know that Sentinel used his position and used her to get what he wanted done. It didn't matter if it was office work or something else. If he did not want to do it, then it was given to Strongarm. He did always report back to her tutors about how well she was doing with all the paperwork that came with being in his offices. So she got extra credits, which was what she wanted.
"Alpha Trion has accepted Orion Pax's request to summon a meeting with the Autobot High Council tomorrow at midday and has given the request to the Council himself!" Strongarm said quickly that Sentinel nearly missed it all. He was used to her reports being quick and to the point that he understood her now.
Sentinel arched an optic ridge and leaned back in his chair. He watched as Strongarm took in a large intake of air before she continued, "Orion Pax has requested a meeting with the Autobot High Council with Megatron to go with him tomorrow at midday. It is to talk about the unfair treatment of both Autobots and Decepticons who are not of the noble batch." She explained to him.
"And surely the Council have not accepted what Alpha Trion has presented to then? Orion Pax is a dreamer. He has spent too long in his dusty Datapads that he still thinks Drakeians are still alive. He is also aiding that gladiator, Megatron in spreading lies and anarchy all throughout the city states of Cybertron. He is clearly needing a dose of reality if he wants to get far in life. That was why Alpha Trion send him to the docks for some good hard work." Sentinel said with a dismissive tone towards Strongarm.
Strongarm shuffled on her feet. Her engine made a stalling noise that she hoped that Sentinel had not heard. Quickly her hopes dashed away when Sentinel glared at her. He had heard her. "They have accepted it on the condition that Orion goes with them!" Strongarm almost shouted at him. She just wanted to get out of his office and back to the classroom where everything sounded all good and simple. Where she was not helping a corrupt Prime and all his friends in power. She wanted to be an Enforcer to help others, not be the Prime's private army that he used against other Cybertronians either they be Autobots or Decepticons.
"They did what?!" he demanded and stood up from his chair. He did not care that he had scrapped the legs of the chair against the floor and had caused the noise of the action to scrap across the floor of his office.
Strongarm found herself backing away from the enraged Prime. "They accepted, sir." She almost whispered at him.
"I heard you the first time, Strongarm!" Sentinel Prime roared at her. His optics glowed a bright blue as he glared to face at the young Femme from Parxus.
Sentinel Prime's engine roared and he stormed away from his table. He stomped towards the large window of his palace in the middle of Iacon. From his vantage point he could see the Iacon Hall of Records along with the High Council Tower. He narrowed his optics when he was looking in the general direction of the Iacon Docks where no doubt Orion Pax was working away. His attention then moved towards the direction where Kaon and Megatron was. Megatron was the reason why he was beginning to be hated in Kaon. He had given the lowest of all society a job, it was not his fault that the Cybertronians who refused the mining had become homeless and couldn't afford to get Energon, even the cheapest of form Energon.
"I think it is time that I speak with this Megatron. Myself!" Sentinel said as he slowly turned around to face Strongarm.
"I'm sorry, sir? But did you just say that you want to speak with Megatron?" Strongarm asked him with a worried tone in her voice. Her entire frame trembled at the thought of what that gladiator could do to the Prime if they were alone. Megatron was a trained killer. He had killed other trained killers in the Pits of Kaon. Sure, Sentinel Prime had the Matrix of Leadership and that made him stronger and faster than the average Mech, but Sentinel had never fought in his life. Not as a Prime and even before becoming a Prime. Him to go up against Megatron would only lead to disaster.
"I am sorry sir. But I can not allow you to put your life in danger and be in the same room as a trained killer!" Strongarm told him. She even surprised herself with how calm she sounded as she talked to the Prime who always insulted her whenever something went wrong. It did not matter if it was her fault, his fault or someone else's fault. She was always at the end of his fury and most of it was him telling her Creators that she was not good enough. That hurt the most for her in that she could not turn to her own Creators when this Mech was ruling and ruining her life.
Sentinel Prime stared at Strongarm. His blue optics narrowed on her as he got right into her personal space. "Summon Megatron to see me and tell him to see me alone. I do not want to have that loyal Mech, what's his name, ah Soundwave following him." he ordered her. He watched in silence as she raced out of his office to go to the next scariest place on Cybertron for her, Kaon.
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Sentinel Prime was still in his office when Strongarm came back into his office. He nodded his helm, and she allowed the gun grey and red Mech to walk into his office. Red optics locked onto blue optics as the two Mechs stood across from each other.
"Ah, Megatron so good to see you face to face at long last!" Sentinel said to Megatron. He was still sitting down in his chair with his desk and another chair the only things that were keeping Megatron away from him. "Please have a seat. After all this is how I speak with Mechs and Femmes who I do business with. And right now, Megatron that is you." Sentinel Prime said to Megatron. He was keeping his tone neutral but at the same time as commanding as possible. He needed to win Megatron over and given the Mech who recently had nothing the same respect that he gave to the other noblemechs who thought they were getting a good deal, but really it was him who was getting the best deal.
"You must feel really honoured as to be here in Iacon. And speaking with me."
Megatron narrowed his optics towards him and did not make a move to sit on the chair in front of the Prime's desk. He crossed his arms across his chassis as he stood his ground in front of the Prime. "Save me the pleasantries. I really know why you summoned to speak with me only a matter of hours before the meeting with the Autobot High Council!" Megatron growled towards the Prime.
"And what is it that I will want to speak with your alone before the meeting? A meeting that may bring about great change in Cybertron's history?" he asked Megatron. He arched an optic ridge as he looked towards Megatron. He leaned back in his chair as he watched Megatron closely.
The two Mechs were not backing down. Both of them had too much that they could lose. Sentinel Prime could lose the title of Prime and the Matrix of Leadership if Megatron was able to get support from the Autobot Council. Megatron could lose the support that he has gained in Kaon with all his fights in the Pits of Kaon and he may also be send back into the mines. So, both of them were not backing away from their arguments.
"That you want me to simple step down and show all of Cybertron that you are a kind Mech who thinks of others rather than the privileges that comes with being a Prime. I know what you are thinking of saying and doing," Megatron snarled at Sentinel Prime as he took a step closer to the desk. He was still not for sitting down on the chair that Prime had offered to him. He narrowed his optics as he watched the Prime slowly stand up from his own chair. The two Mechs when standing up were the same size, but Sentinel Prime only puffed himself out to make himself look bigger in front of the miner who had turned into a gladiator.
Sentinel smirked and made a noise in agreement to what Megatron had told him. "And you are correct in saying that. You see Cybertron is currently going through a Golden Age. We are at peace with the rest of the galaxy. There is plenty of Energon for all as long as a Cybertronian is willing to work for it," Sentinel Prime told Megatron keeping to standing behind his desk that was still covered with many Datapads. "Why would you want to change that, Megatron? Why do you want to bring our planet into chaos with the lies that you have been telling yourself and Orion Pax?" he asked him. "Megatron I can make you a very wealthy Mech if you just agree to not go to the meeting and make changes to the planet! Changes that Cybertron does not need or want now." Sentinel told Megatron.
Megatron snarled at the Prime. "That's not what I want. I don't want to be given all the credits and Energon that you need me to remain silent. I am not like the so called 'friends' that you have at your side because you give them credits and Energon. No, I am not going to step down from what I am doing! Not when I am so close to achieving my destiny!" Megatron told Sentinel.
"I am offering you something that not very many Cybertronians have gotten at all!" Sentinel snarled at Megatron. He was still keeping his desk in between him and Megatron, but it still did not stop his optics moving towards the fusion canon on his arm. The weapon that had made Megatron famous not only in the Pits of Kaon but to all of Cybertron. The weapon that had taken out many Mechs that were like him and the beasts that were brought into the Pits for an unfair fight.
"That is not what I want, Prime! And you know it!" Megatron roared. He raised his arm with the fusion canon on it up towards Sentinel and aimed the deadly weapon at the blue Mech's chassis. He smirked at seeing the look of fear crossing over the Prime's faceplates and his optics almost turning white with fear. He powered up his canon with its familiar hum that got him a high from the many kills that had come with the weapon. "Aren't you going to ask me what I want?" Megatron asked with a purr to his voice as he watched the Mech who was supposed to be brave in front of all threats to both himself and to Cybertron.
Slowly raising his arms up, he showed the gladiator that he was not a threat. "Look Megatron. Like I said I will give you anything that you want. I have connections and I have powers that no other Mech has. I can get you anything that you want. I can even make you the new lord of Kaon. I can give you anything that you want. Just name it!" Sentinel pleaded with Megatron.
Megatron could only smirk even more at seeing the fear that was coming from the Prime. "Here I thought a Prime was supposed to show no fear as being the leader of Autobots and of Cybertron? After all weren't you chosen by Primus himself?" he asked the Prime before him.
"I invited you to my home! And this is how you thank me?" Sentinel demanded Megatron. His optics had returned back to their blue hue as he stared back at Megatron. The gladiator who was aiming his weapon right at him.
"Yes! This is how I am thanking you. You see I was just going to use the council as a steppingstone to get to you. After all, after the High Council and I have a talk I am sure that they will want to talk to you. They will want to decide that you are happy with. And we all know how that will end; don't we?" Megatron snarled back to Sentinel. His red optics narrowed as he glared at Megatron. "So you have just cut out the middlemen for me!" he finished saying to Sentinel Prime.
Sentinel watched as the fusion canon powered up. He was about to call for his security when Megatron fired. He grunted when the first blast smashed into his chassis. The force from the shot forced him backwards and crashed into the chair that he had been sitting on only moments before. He managed to look down at the damage that Megatron had just done to him. His optics widened at the damage that was done. What had once been looked after and polished blue metal was now charred with the machinery under the armour sparking away. He could fell his Energon racing as he once again heard the humming of the fusion canon. He was so close to shouting out for help when Megatron fired again. This time at his face.
Megatron looked at the damage that he had just done to the Prime. Sparks were sparking for both his chassis and damaged faceplates. Both wounds were fatal at him being so close to his target, but he had deliberately missed the Prime's Spark Chamber. This allowed for a great amount of Energon to come out of his wound in chassis before he moved to his faceplates. He had killed him. The mech who had everything. The mech who kept all of Cybertron under his foot. Now all of Cybertron was under His.
Depowering his fusion canon, he activated his communication unit. /Decepticons our time is now! The Prime has fallen like the coward he was. It is now time for a strong leader to rule over Cybertron. It is now time for the reign of Lord Megatron!/ Megatron broadcasted for all his supporters to hear. He smirked when he heard thunderous roars coming from all of them as they began their attacks not only in Iacon but all over Cybertron.
Megatron turned around and walked out of the Prime's office. In the corridor he came across the Enforcers who had been there to protect their Prime. "What such heroic nonsense!" he sneered to himself as he slowly took out the Enforcers with trained ease.
/Soundwave?/ Megatron asked the loyal Mech who was watching everything that was happening around Cybertron back in their base in Kaon.
/Acknowledged: Megatron/ came the response of the Mech right away.
/It is time that we tie up lose ends with Orion Pax/ he ordered the master of the Cassetticons.
/Task: Eliminate Orion Pax begins now/ Soundwave responded back to Megatron right away.
Megatron smiled as he left the fortress of the Prime. Once he was outside he transformed into his Cybertronian Tank form and thundered away from the fortress. His next destination was the Autobot Council Building. He cannot allow any Mech or Femme to stand in his way.