Author Notes: I just finish with MegOp 2021 and going to post up my finished work here! I hope you all enjoy this!
When he came online, Megatron found himself experiencing several emotions all at once. There was confusion as he didn't know what happen. One moment he was fighting with an Autobot over the AllSpark. The next moment, he awoke here. Then came the horror at his lack of body. He was being fed off by numerous cables and wires in a twisted lab. What had happen to him while he was offline?!
In his search for answers, Megatron found himself turning on a monitor nearby. It seemed to have reacted to his questions and was quick to show Megatron a video. It showed him the answers he desires, who had caused him to be trapped here, how he became nothing more than a mere shell of his former self.
From there emerged the rage.
Rage that Starscream for once gotten the upper hand. That slagging Seeker for once succeeded in one of his schemes. Megatron knew better than to trust Starscream with anything. Why hadn't he known better? Had Megatron been so blinded by the AllSpark being so close that he turned a blind optic to him?
Watching the video screen of what he had missed, seeing Starscream gloat over his victory in front of a small group of Autobots only made his anger rising.
Megatron prided himself on maintaining his temper. There was a time and place for lashing out.
But for one moment, he loses it.
He let loose a roar of pure agony and outrage that seem to build up over the entire he knew that traitorous Seeker. The dark lab brightened up as Megatron's energy surge through whatever system he found himself hooked up into. Lights and screens flash, the whirl of fans and beeps filled the room before silence overtook once again.
The only sound was his fans cycling in an attempt to cool down Megatron's heated systems.
Not only had Starscream gotten the upper servo over himself, but then there was the Autobot. A small, pitiful Autobot that barely looked comfortable with his adult upgrade. He stood up and thought he could fight off the Decepticon Warlord.
Megatron couldn't forget the one mech that dare stand in his way from his destiny. While Megatron's memory was a tad fragged from his injures, and his body being scavenge for parts by his jailer, the blue and red Autobot image was still firmly placed in his processor. Megatron had to bite back his outrage as the Autobot had the courage and brilliance to face him.
Megatron had faced thousands of Autobots in similar situations, and very few dared to show such audacity.
And for one so young and never to known actual battle, it was a tad impressive.
It was almost a shame to have killed the young mech as Megatron dragged him out of the ship when he fell. If he barely survived such a fall, there's no way the Autobot would have done the same.
With his blinding rage settling, Megatron found his processor much clearer. He needed to rebuild his body. That would be his number one concern at the moment. What could he do without the ability to move? To do that, Megatron found himself searching through what his jailer had hooked him up to and his systems.
There were hundreds of files and folders that he would need cycles to search through. It seemed this planet had its version of the Grid that Megatron could use for his needs.
And then there was an unread message on his comm sent mere ticks ago by someone unknown.
...
Megatron would have expressed surprise if he could. He imaged that his loyal Decepticons had all thought he was dead, so who could have sent him a message. How was this even possible? Maybe it was a mistake, a glitch to his awakening?
Then another message pop-up.
His curiosity overrode his caution, so Megatron opened them.
[Hello?]
[Did you receive this?]
How strange? Why would anyone send him such crypt messages? The only thing Megatron could think of was to reply.
[Who is this? How did you get this comm?]
The response came quickly enough.
[Look to your left, at the wall]
What?
Megatron found himself adjusting his position. He seemed to be attached to a turntable platform. Helpful as Megatron moved himself to the left to where the messager said to look.
There hung the Autobot.
Or what was left of him.
The Autobot found himself in a similar situation to himself, it seems. The sight was something he might have seen as a result of a torture session back during the war or the DJD's dealings with traitors. Maybe like some zealot Decepticons attacking Autobot outposts?
His left arm hung the Autobot from the ceiling. He was supported by numerous chains and cables running out of his body. The Autobot no longer had the lower half of his body, and the entire of his right side appeared to be ripped apart. Similar fate with his face and helm, bits and pieces removed to expose the inner circuits and only one optic remain.
It flickered light blue, showing the barest sign of life inside the gutted frame.
[I online at the same time as you but couldn't say anything. My voicebox appeared to be removed. Found I could send a message to you somehow.]
This whole set of circumstances slowly made Megatron repulsed with whoever was keeping them locked up here. It was one thing to harvest parts during the high peaks of the war and set up a lab. It's another during downtime like now.
Only those truly twisted would do something like this. Maybe whoever was butchering them made some internal connection between them. Bypassing whatever was left of their security programming from crashed onto this pithole planet.
[Could you tell me what had happen? I…I don't remember how I got here.]
Megatron's optic flickered a bit in surprise.
"You don't remember?"
What he said next gave Megatron something else to consider.
[No, I'm afraid I don't recall much of anything. I don't even remember my name. Maybe you could help me?]
Well, isn't that interesting?
That was too bad for the poor Autobot. To not remember his name and who he was, such a shame. Megatron couldn't just leave the poor mech hanging there clueless, now could he?
Inside his processor, Megatron couldn't help by smirk at the tiny bit of good fortune. He might be trapped and force to regain his body, but he could at least entertain himself. What better way than one of the very mechs that put him in this exact situation?
If Megatron prided himself on his temper control, he was equally prideful on his…eloquent verbal skills.
"Oh, don't worry," said Megatron, letting his voice ooze sweetly. "I'm more than happy to assist you with any questions you might have."