The Decepticons
Wingblade blinked a couple of times, not been able to believe what had been declared in the Throne Room. At the, previously hooded, stranger's feet laid the body of Sentinel Prime bleeding on the floor.
Guards rushed towards their liege in an attempt to recover the injured, but were unable to do their task when with a swing of his weapon, the monstrous Blessed named Megatron sent them flying. The Guardians of the Prime brandished their spears and tried to attack the leader of the intruders, but were stopped when the apparent leader's subordinates stood before them.
On one hand, to some of the people standing in the Great Hall, this declaration made them curious and their looks of intrigue worried her.
On the other hand, the announcement the winged intruder had made was met with raucous protest by the more loyal to the current ruler. Ignoring the impending danger, people began to complain and asked for the guards to act.
"Who is that?" "Murderer!" "Help!" "Stop them!" "Oh, Primus help us!".
The invaders glared and Wingblade noticed they also had their eyes of a crimson colour. They looked more like savage beast, than civilized men and women.
"SILENCE!" With a thundering voice, Megatron silenced them and the chamber's atmosphere filled with tension.
Reaching down with his clawed hand, the Blessed grabbed the Matrix of Leadership and pried it from the unconscious Prime's hands. Gasps of surprise at his audacity echoed in the room. To touch such a sacred relic without being worthy was unheard of.
The Blessed with his arm dripping blood made an inviting gesture to his leader with a smirk and draped wing. Ascending the steps to the throne, the beast of a Blessed turned around. Raising the ancient object, Megatron opened his mouth and began speaking.
"People of Iacon! Guests from the Great Kingdoms! I am Megatron! The Matrix of Leadership is now MINE!".
Wingblade shuddered at the tone of his voice. It was powerful and demanded respect through fear.
From the lines of invaders, two other men walked to stand side by side with their leader. They were quadrupedal like him. But each was distinct on his own.
One wore blue armour and a muzzle. He looked with a neutral expression that prevented her from knowing what that Blessed could think of.
The other was one-eyed due to a string of scars mangling his face. His eye was purple like a topaz, and the most eerily of his features was that one of his hands ended in a hollow tube, instead of fingers like he had been born with it.
"Brothers and Sisters! Long have we suffered at the hands of the Primes! They are selfish and conceited! We are here to reclaim what is rightfully ours!".
Alexis and her friends looked at their mistress with worried expressions on their faces. Wingblade could recognize what Megatron was saying, what he was doing. It was an invitation to rebellion. A way for him to gather new subjects by appealing to their plights.
The worst part was that, of all people present, the ones it affected the most were the few Cursed that had been lucky enough to stand in the chamber for the now cancelled ceremony. They tried to approach the throne, but were stopped by the glaring invaders.
"From now on, no Prime will lead Cybertron and His people! This is our revolution! A new age has arrived!".
Wingblade wondered where he was going with his speech. What kind of rule Megatron wanted to impose. She had never heard of him before, but the man seemed like a radical.
"Enough!" "Surrender yourselves!" "Drop your weapons!".
The orders from the guards that still remained conscious didn't wait and they closed on them. But that only served to make them more aggressive. More than one swung their sword or axe the moment a guard got close to them. The sound of metal hitting armour echoed in the room and agitated the spectators.
"Hahahahahaha...! No more slavers! No more masters! No more chains!" Megatron revelled in the conflict and raised his morning-star, pointing it at the fallen Sentinel Prime "Their lies are over!".
Wingblade couldn't give credit to what she was witnessing. The three Blessed at Megatron's side didn't move a muscle and the Speaker wondered why. They seemed to be waiting for their leader to do or say something.
The one that took her attention the most at the moment was the winged one. There had been something in his voice that seemed familiar. It was bizarre.
The woman flapped her wings and wondered what to do in that situation. How should she act? Biting her lip, Wingblade wished she had grabbed her sword from the caravan.
It was at that moment, when one of the younger guards stepped in front of Megatron.
XXX
Orion couldn't believe his eyes and ears when he appeared before him.
Megatron.
His friend.
The person in which he had found a kindred spirit. The person with who he had such insightful conversations during their youth. Orion had though him dead years ago when that incident happened.
He was alive.
More than alive. He was changed.
His eyes had changed in their intensity. The metal in his body had advanced to cover his arms fully. He wore some kind of armour the Blessed had never seen before. And the way he talked was much harsher in tone. But Orion could recognize those facial features everywhere and the sound of his voice was identical.
Around him, the rest of the guards keep their distance. The ones stupid enough to try and stand in Megatron's way laid on the floor with dented armour and broken bones.
Jazz and Ironhide were pale as ghosts. Zera Boreal stood frozen in place, not knowing what to do.
It had been a superb display of skill to attack them this way, when they were more vulnerable and from where they least expected it. That didn't mean the guards hadn't been unprepared, just that they had known when and from where to attack.
Looking at the direction from where the flying Blessed had arrived, Orion noticed that one of the windows on the ceiling was open and cursed their lack of insight. He then turned his eyes towards the entrance and wondered what had been the source of the explosion.
Deciding it was time for him to act, Orion took a couple of steps away from his post to the incredulity of his friends and stood in front of his former friend.
"Megatron! That's enough! Please, old friend! Surrender yourself! Don't make this more difficult that it needs to be!".
Blinking in surprise, the leader of the rebels smirked when he recognized his former companion.
"Orion Pax! What a surprise it is to see you here! Cowering before the tyrant and defying your saviour! Why are you trying to stop me? Did our friendship mean nothing to you? Did you forget our suffering, our toil? The tiresome days when we fought for scraps in the wastes of Tarn?".
Orion watched as Megatron's tone became more hateful by the second. He looked at his friend like it had betrayed him. It was like a slap in the face.
"Those days are long past, old friend... We were poor, true. But our lives were full of happiness".
"Do you hear yourself?! What happiness is to be found when our families worked tirelessly for a patron that never rewarded us! I fought in the Gran Arena of Tarn! Where the unprivileged killed themselves for the entertainment of our leaders!" His eyes turned venomous "I ask you again! Did you forget all our suffering, Orion Pax?!".
Clenching his fist at the reminder, Orion's resolve faltered for a few seconds. But remembering the innocents standing in the room, he regained his composure.
"Relinquish the Matrix of Leadership, Megatron. Stop this at once, please!".
"No! It is now mine!" Not listening to him anymore, the leader of the rebels sheathed his weapon on his back, and pulled from the relic's handles. But the metal didn't budge a bit. Frustrated, Megatron growled "What's the meaning of this?! Why it doesn't open...? No matter!".
At that moment, Zeta jumped forwards and tried to grab the Matrix. Seeing him in time, Megatron dodged and put a leg on the Blessed's way making him trip and tumble a bit.
The protagonist of the ceremony's actions spurred the guards and made them take action. Around Orion, they began fighting the invaders. Jazz and Ironhide joined Orion's side and the first smiled at him.
"Well, pal. It seems the negotiations have failed. What do you say, we put these guys in jail?".
Sighing in defeat, he nodded with a frown. Approaching Megatron with his friends by his side, Orion
"Fools! Very well, I will have to make my way with the Matrix, even if I have to fight you Orion!".
Whipping the morning-star in hand, Megatron hung the Matrix from the belt on his hip.
"I will return the Matrix, Megatron! Call your accomplices back, surrender at once!".
"Stupid lapdog! WE ARE THE DECEPTICONS! Remember our name well!".
With a swing of his maze and Orion's spear, they clashed as enemies when once they had been friends.
XXX
Wingblade watched as the situation escalated out of control. Grabbing one of the torches from the wall, she flapped her wings and turned to her retainers. The confusion of the skirmish taking place in the Great Hall was what the guest needed, and they fled towards the exit in unorderly fashion.
"Rad, Alexis, Carlos!" they snapped to attention "You have to go! Flee, before you get hurt".
They looked at her with apprehension, not wanting to leave her alone.
"Stupid lapdog! WE ARE THE DECEPTICONS! Remember our names well!".
"UUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOO!".
The echoing voice of Megatron distracted her. Frowning, she watched as Megatron's lackeys roaring at their leader's call.
Deciding this was already a complicated affair, Wingblade glared at her servants and the three nodded. She watched as they joined the fleeing guests and turned to decide who to fight. In the entrance, the Mistress of Flame swung her staff and scattered the few Decepticons that guarded the gates so people could flee.
"Wingblade! We must go and prepare! Come with me! Sentinel Prime has fallen, and Caminus must know of this treachery!".
"No! I will stay and help!" She shook her head in denial.
"Don't be foolish, child! You are too important to lose your life here!".
Seeing her stubbornness, the Mistress of Flame harrumphed and turned around to flee from the scene. She abstained from admonishing her leader's cowardly decision and turned around.
Wingblade looked at the throne's footsteps and watched as the three Decepticons that had joined Megatron during his speech stood still as statues. The Speaker watched as the Guardians of Prime used the confusion to drag their leader out of the way. Squaring her shoulders, she flapped her wings to jump in the air and swung her improvised weapon with the intention of at least hit the winged one and avenge the bleeding Prime.
"Aaaaah!" Wingblade screamed in fury.
Blinking in surprise at the sudden attack, he smirked and dodged out of the way.
"Whoa, there! We have ourselves a festy one!" He mocked.
Glaring at him, Wingblade swung the wooden torch in an arch, but the man parried the hit with his wing. From his hand still dripped a few drops of the crimson liquid. The voice was familiar, but she still couldn't pinpoint where the Speaker had heard it before.
"Murderer! Why did you do that?!".
"Hahaha! It seems you are deaf, woman! We are the Decepticons! We only came here to help!".
"Lies!" She tried to hit him again, but this time he grabbed the torch and brought her closer to him.
"It seems you still don't remember me...Lady Wingblade".
The woman gasped.
"Starscream!".
"The very same!".
"You...! You used the Cursed' condition to get closer to Iacon!".
"I admit, it was pretty fun watching you! Pitying poor, deformed, weak Starscream..." The man's voice turned even more mocking "Oh, I couldn't wait to see your face! It's hilarious!".
Her face reddened in embarrassment. Her hate for the man increased tenfold, and she gritted her teeth in anger. Wingblade reasoned that he only said those things to get to her and made the Speaker act irrationally.
"I've had enough of you, criminal!" Freeing herself from his hold, Wingblade swiped her wings to his feet and he jumped with the grace of an acrobat.
"Damn! Don't take it personal! It seems you still don't understand your situation. Very well...".
Wingblade tensed when she watched Starscream reach with his hands to his back. From there, he unsheathed a pair of swords, his weapon of choice. With a flourish, Starscream pointed the tip of his right one to her.
"Come, Lady Wingblade! Let me be your death!".
XXX
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The sound of weapons clashing echoed in his ears. Orion felt every hit of the maze on his very bones, even though Megatron hadn't landed a single hit. His strength was incredible, like every swing of his morning-star brough total annihilation.
"How could this happen? Where did you go wrong!".
"Ungrateful bastard! Hell was our every day! And you still joined the guards of Iacon, our oppressors! It is you that has gone wrong!".
This was not a friendly banter, but a full-blown discussion between two people that had previously been close like surrogate brothers. That thought saddened him immensely.
"Look around you, Megatron! Innocent people are being put in danger! And yet you claim to be doing this for them!".
As if to illustrate his point, the Cursed exposed their deformities to the world and tried to join the Decepticon's side, only to be swept aside by the hordes of people pushing and pulling each other to get out of the way or getting restrained by the guards so they didn't get close to the traitors.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Orion didn't even want to win. He only hoped the guests could be go to safety. His death was only a small price to pay if that was the outcome.
"Damn you, stranger! Stand aside, guard! Let me have him!" The voice of Zeta Boreal interrupted their duel.
From a corner of the enormous room, the potential Prime brandished a sword. His clothes were dishevelled, and his previously comb hair was messed up. With a powerful swing, Zeta tried to hit his opponent.
Megatron saw it coming, and ignoring Orion, stopped the sword from hitting him.
"You are weak! We will have our revenge! Victory will finally be mine!".
Orion used the opportunity to and hit Megatron square in his chest. The hooves made a hollow sound when touching metal and dents formed in the armour.
"*Unfh*!" The leader of the Decepticons found himself with his breath lost, and sparks flew when Zeta brought his sword down on the left shoulder and slightly loosened Megatron's grip on his mace.
It was at that moment when the flow of the battle changed. From outside and around the various doors leading to the Great Hall, all the guards stationed on Iacon and the palace's premises began joining the fight.
"Aaarhj!" "We're surrounded" "Uuurgh!" "Lord Megatron" "Damn it!" "Eurhg!".
The sound of the Decepticons getting injured reached their leader's ears. Looking away from his fight, Megatron's face slightly reddened in anger. Snarling with hate, the traitor to the Primes glared at his two opponents.
"I'm coming, Orion!" Jazz rushed to Orion's aid "Hey, you! Ugly! Leave my friend alone!".
Galloping towards the leader of the insurrectionists, the young guard was hilariously smaller than his opponent, who stood at least several heads taller. Undeterred, Jazz opened his mouth and inhaled. Orion knew what he was going to do immediately.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!".
Jazz screamed.
From his throat came a sonic boom of tremendous ferocity that shattered glass, torn fabric and pierced the eardrums of those unfortunate enough to be caught in it until they bled. His power as a Blessed was appropriate to his own name. Orion had seen him use it more than once, so it didn't come as a surprise for him. And without pointing it at their direction, there wasn't any risk of them being caught in the power.
Megatron's body wasn't prepared for such a display and found himself dragged backwards towards the throne due to the force that hit him. Orion watched as his former friend regained his footing and resisted the assault with commendable fortitude.
The three noticed it then. Jazz's attack had made Megatron drop the ancient artifact he had tried to plunder. Lying on the ground, the magical object rocked back and forth where the Decepticon's leader once stood.
Zeta grabbed the Matrix of Leadership in a quick show of reflexes and joined the two guards in front of the throne. The Guardians of the Prime closer to them surrounded them in a protective circle and Orion sighed in relief at Jazz's aid.
"NOOOO!" Megatron roared and tried to get a hold of the Matrix once more, but Ironhide stood in his way swatting his hand aside. The Guardians pointed with their spears at him, and the centauroid man flexed his muscles.
"Look out!" Orion felt a shiver down his spine and screamed a warning.
What happened next seemed to come from the realm of the absurd.
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!
Megatron swung his mace downwards and the people around him watched with open mouths how the tiled marble floor cracked and shattered. The point of impact caved in as if a meteorite had fallen from the sky. The palace trembled from the reverberating shockwave and sent the guards tumbling down.
Megatron was a weapon of mass destruction in Blessed form. It showed that all his muscles weren't for show and reminded the normal humans around them, that more often than not, the Blessed were compared to natural disasters.
"By Primus!" Zeta exclaimed.
The crater was at least ten metres wide and had left only the perpetrator standing in its centre. Orion wondered from where his former friend had obtained such monstrous strength.
"I am strong now, Pax! After you left Tarn, I didn't stay idle doing nothing!".
The Guardians of the Prime still standing glared at the traitor to Iacon. By the second, more and more guards arrived. In the distance, the horn sounding the alarm blared, drowning the noise of battle around them.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!
"Now, give me back the Matrix of Leadership!".
XXX
Wingblade heard the rising commotion around her and desired to be able to turn around and see what it was all about. But Starscream had her against the ropes. He swung his swords with frightening speed and ability, like the winged man had practiced all his life with them. Pieces of wood from the torch flaked of, reducing his improvised weapon bit by bit.
"Got you!" Finally, Wingblade's hands were empty and the man's eyes glinted in triumph.
Thinking quickly, Wingblade jumped in the air and began flying. It would have worked for her in any other occasion, but her rival also possessed wings.
Following his quarry, Starscream also joined her in the air with a powerful flap of his wings. Barrelling downwards, Wingblade dodged his next strike and the man nosedived, hot in her tail. The constant back and forth was proving to be useless and the woman wondered how to stop the pursuit.
She was about to give up, when Wingblade caught a blur of metal from the corner of her eye. Looking in that direction, the woman smiled when she caught sight of a sword lying on the ground that had fallen from one of the injured guards.
"C'mon...! C'mon...! C'mon...!" Stretching her hand forward, she hoped to have the weapon on her hand and found herself gliding dangerously close to the ground.
Time slowed down to a crawl. Wingblade could feel Starscream closing in. His swords were about to touch her neck. It was a moment of uncertainty, a Schrödinger's probability fragmenting itself into two possible outcomes.
She felt the sensation of the leather covering the handle in the tip of her finger. Her hand clenched around the sword and made her body do a one hundred and eighty turn to face Starscream.
Cklang!
The sound of clashing metal made her sigh, letting the breath she had been holding exit her lungs. But their momentum forwards didn't stop. He tackled Wingblade and the two rolled a few metres until they hit one of the wooden banks brought to the Great Hall. Their bodies lied for a few seconds sprawled in the ground.
Shaking his head, Wingblade got up from her position and winced when her shoulder brought a throbbing pain to her brain when the woman moved it. Orienting herself, she looked at her foe and found him getting up too.
"Shit! That hurt!" Starscream complained. Looking at her, the man snarled and his fangs were made visible "Not bad!".
Brandishing her provisional sword, Wingblade put a foot in front of the other and tensed her body. She readied herself, and the winged man stretched in front of her.
"I'm not sorry".
Smirking, Starscream cracked his neck and ran towards her.
The two jumped back into the air at the same time and their weapons clashed while they flew above ground. Wingblade noticed that his two companions hadn't tried to assist him during their time fighting.
Shaking her head and reminding herself not to get distracted, the Speaker let loose a war cry of heroic determination.
"Aaaaaah!".
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!
With the sound of the alarm echoing in the distance, Wingblade and Starscream continued their clash undisturbed by all the chaos around them.
XXX
Outside Iacon, a mysterious figure observed the events happening from a safe distance.
They stood atop a valley watching the situation play out. The soldiers and guards rushing to the palace, the bystanders horrified looks of terror, the innocents and gests invited to the ceremony fleeing for their lives...
The plan seemed to have been going smoothly at first. Most important of all was that they obtained the Matrix of Leadership. The Decepticon forces were small in number, but if they were lucky Megatron and his subordinates would be able to escape with their price.
But now, they had doubts. The intruders were taking too long inside the castle. Each second made their chances of victory smaller and smaller. And the next phase of the plan more and more impossible to begin.
Deciding they wasted their time betting on the wrong horse, the shadowy patron of the Decepticons turned around and began walking towards his lair, turning deaf ears and blind eyes to the palace's situation.
It was farfetched, but even if Megatron escaped by some kind of fortuitous and pleasant surprise, they needed to think of other ways to bring about their plan into fruition.
The stranger walked away from the scene without nobody being the wiser.
XXX
Orion analysed the current situation they found themselves and wondered what was the best course of action.
Some of the Decepticons that had intruded on the palace of Iacon lied injured, while others still fought against the guards. The blood from Sentinel's wound still stained the floor and had been smeared all over the Throne Room due to them stepping on it during the fight.
Megatron advanced from his position and his eyes darted around, trying to find a weakness to their formation. A impatient guard tried to find an opening and jabbed the air with his spear, but the mace on the Blessed hands shattered the weapon like it was made of paper.
"Orion! How do we stop him?!" Ironhide asked.
"We need to wait for reinforcements!" One of the guards on his left suggested.
"You will all die before, then!" Megatron declared.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!".
Jazz released another burst of his power in an effort to make Megatron back off. His sonic waves reverberated in the body of the Decepticon's leader.
This time, Orion Pax's old friend was prepared, and that made it so he didn't move an inch from his position.
"Soundwave" Megatron called the name of one of his followers.
At the silent command, one of the two Decepticons that hadn't moved since the fight started, stepped in front of them and used his tauric body to stand in their way.
It was the one with the metallic muzzle. His eyes lacked any kind of depth, and the red colour drowned on their irises everyone looking directly at them. The facial expression of the Decepticon remained deadpan and bereft of emotion.
Bringing a hand to his face, the Blessed in front of Orion and his fellow guards unclasped the contraption hanging by his ears with a pair of hooks, and uncovered his mouth. Like his leader, he also had a mouth full of pointed teeth like a carnivorous animal.
"Aaaaaaaaah..." The centaur that had been called forth opened his mouth and bellowed a droning sound from his parted lips.
The effect was instantaneous. The shockwave that followed the sound travelling through the air overpowered Jazz's own. The guards were launched at least five metres backwards, hitting the columns and walls of the chamber. Orion felt his own body being thrown around like a ragdoll. It boggled the mind. The difference between the two was like that of a lake with the sea. What kind of monster was Megatron's subordinate?
"Shit!" Jazz cursed. He was hit the hardest of the group. From his ears, blood dripped and the young guard didn't doubt his friend's ears were ringing.
The Great Hall was now more destroyed, as if a giant tornado had passed through the place. The throne was now lying on the side and with one leg missing, the banks had been dragged and now were positioned in all directions, cracks and dust now decorated the chamber.
The ceremony had ended up being a disaster.
On the air, Orion noticed a pair of people clashing with swords. He recognized one of them as the Speaker of Caminus and the other as the Decepticon that had injured Sentinel Prime. Pax was at least glad the ruler of Iacon had been taken to another location.
Concentrating on the task at hand, Orion wished that Megatron surrendered himself. The things they needed to do now was restrain him with cuffs and maybe his subordinates would flee.
XXX
Starscream and Wingblade danced in the air in a demonstration of their skills with the swords. Due to their lack of armour, any slippage of their concentration could be lethal. The Speaker from Caminus would have used her talent, if it wasn't for the inconvenience that it had no use in combat.
The man flung forwards the two swords in a crossing swing. Wingblade parried, hitting his metallic hands, but his grip on the weapons remained strong. A swipe of her wings left an opening that she used to nick him in the face. A thin line appeared on his cheek and from it blood began spilling.
Her next attack was blocked by his wings, and he licked the trickling blood when it fell on his lips.
"Very nice! You aren't just a pretty face, uh?" Starscream cackled "Time for me to get a little bit serious!".
Her eyes widened. The man spun around and delivered a roundhouse kick to her stomach, taking her breath away. The force behind the hit made her tumble until she fell on her ass. It seemed Starscream was very adept at hand-to-hand combat too.
"*Kahj!* *Coujh! *Jakh!* *Cough!* *Cjah!*" Doubling over, she clutched her sides and winced in pain.
With great effort, the Speaker from Caminus got up on her feet and faced her opponent. Starscream looked at her with amusement, and the woman wished she could punch him in the face to erase that smug and infuriating smirk.
Propelling herself with a flap of her wings and jumping forward, Wingblade tackled the Decepticon and sent the two tumbling together to the floor once more. She ended up with him atop of her, but she locked his arms together on one side, disabling him with a hold the woman had been taught on Caminus.
But that didn't mean he was defenceless. And so, the next attack wasn't something someone thinking normally could predict.
Starscream did something unexpected and utterly savage.
He bit her.
"Gaaaaaaah!" Windblade screamed in pain.
She felt his fangs sink down her neck and his lips touching her skin. His laboured breathing tickled her, chilling Windblade to the core. It was an action only seen done by wild animals. The horrifying display of primitive bestiality made her shiver in horror. The wings of the man covered the two of them, and away from prying eyes. His tongue lapped the flowing blood spilling from the wound and released his grip.
Retiring his face from hers, the man looked proud of his actions. The surprise attack had left his rival in a vulnerable position and he seemed to enjoy it.
Tears spilled from her eyes and Wingblade lamented how bad her day had gone. The Speaker looked very different in respect to that morning. Strands of hair fell, framing her face and the red painting in her eyes laid smeared all over.
"Wha-What...is wrong...with you...?!" She exclaimed.
All answer she got was Starscream licking his lips and flapping his wings a couple of times.
Frustrated, Wingblade hoped the guards or someone would put a stop to this madness.
Her plea's answer arrived sooner than expected.
XXX
Ironhide stabbed one of the rampaging Cursed on the leg, sending him reeling in pain. Another guard punched a Decepticon with a gauntleted fist. A Guardian of the Prime used a ballista to fling an arrow made of flame that torched a Cursed' clothes. Madness was spreading uncontrollably and making the invaders desperate.
The number of intruders capable of fighting was decreasing, but the guards weren't fast enough to stop all of them. Orion mentally counted and discovered that the Decepticons currently fighting or conscious were still twenty.
He desired to have at least something to give them an edge on the battle. With each second tickling by, they tired more and the possibility of his friends getting hurt increased.
When it seemed the situation couldn't evolve into further chaos, Orion noticed a change in the air.
Something was coming.
Orion's hair stood on end and the smell of burning ozone filled his nostrils. The space between Megatron and the guards distorted, like a mirage. Light bent in strange ways, and the part of the room he was looking to waved and undulated.
A purple haze suddenly materialized from thin air, and the people still in the room watched astounded the strange phenomena happening in front of their eyes. Orion heard gasps of surprise and he admitted that what was happening now was truly surprising.
FWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!
A suctioning sound echoed in the air and Orion felt his ears clog. In the blink of an eye, where before was empty space in the Throne Room, now stood a pair of Blessed with wings.
The two looked so similar than for a second one could have confused them with- No, they were twins. Dressed in similar clothes but of different colours, the two wore a pair of trousers and a short, ragged shirt. They were one in blue and other in purple (the most likely source of the strange hue moments prior).
"Boss! It's terrible, Lord Megatron!" The newcomer in purple exclaimed with a look of panic, ignoring the fights happening around him.
His leader looked at the two, winged Decepticons and growled.
"What is it, Skywarp?! Inform!".
"Sorry! It's just that Thundercracker saw them coming and went to warn me as soon as possible!".
Sending him a look of impatience, the other Blessed quickly intervened to his companion's aid.
"It's Omega Supreme, My Lord! He is coming!".
Orion felt his resolve growing at the news. Omega Supreme had returned! The name was one all on Cybertron had heard. He was one of the most accomplished generals at the service of Iacon. From what Pax had heard, the man had been away from the city due to a campaign on the other side of the continent fighting against the Tribes.
If he was returning, the Decepticons had no chance of victory now.
"This isn't over, Orion Pax! The Matrix will be mine!" Looking with fury at Skywarp, Megatron raised his voice so the other rebels could hear him "Decepticons, retreat!".
Orion watched as the few members of the Decepticons still standing bundled together. He watched as the man that had hurt Sentinel Prime one moment stood in front of the Speaker of Caminus currently bleeding from her neck, and the next, he turned around and walked to join his companions.
"Wait, Megatron!".
"You will not escape, fiend!" Zeta Boreal protested.
Without looking at his old friend, the leader of the invaders pronounced only one word, a name to be exact.
"Shockwave".
Without saying a word, the one-eyed Decepticon moved from his position and pointed with his missing hand at them.
From the darkness inside the Blessed' arm, Orion watched as a point of light became brighter by the second. Gasping in horror, the young guard had only the time to warn his friends before dodging out of the way.
"Look out!".
Shockwave's power travelled at the speed of light. It was a burst of plasma igniting the air with its energy and with destructive power never seen before. The ones unlucky enough to be on the way of the beam, were hit with something more intense than the flames of a pyre.
Orion heard the screams of terror but wasn't able to look behind him. The trail of destruction proved to be devastating. The damage done to the castle's walls made pieces of the ceiling collapse to the ground and hit the floor with crashing sounds.
To make matters more humiliating, Orion felt his head hit a piece of a destroyed stone pillar due to having tripped on one of the banks tossed aside.
FWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!
The sound of the Decepticons teleporting away was the last thing he heard before falling unconscious.