TRANSFORMERS : MEGATRON'S REVENGE

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Death's Head – I do not own The Transformers, nor Death's Head. Takara Industries/Hasbro/Marvel US/Marvel UK/Sunbow Entertainment/Saban Entertainment, all own parts of The Transformers. Marvel UK owns Death's Head. Seraphim is my own creation. She transforms into a F-4 Phantom.

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Autobot City, Earth :

Sitting on the edge of what had once been Lookout Mountain, Bluestreak sighed. The battle of Autobot City, had left the city and surrounding countryside, littered with transformer bodies. The remains of Metroplex and Fortress Maximus had been salvaged, and according to Ratchet and his repair team, they would soon have Metroplex, back on their feet. Fortress Maximus had suffered too much damage, and was salvaged for spare parts. Most of the casualties, had been either only minor damage, or terminal. When Bluestreak found the remains of Seaspray...Well, he decided not to dwell on such thoughts. He heard the sound of tyres screeching, and looked down at the path leading to his location.

Hot Rod, Chromedome and Cliffjumper were approaching him. Bluestreak stood on his feet and waited. Hot Rod and the others skidded to a halt and transformed into their robot forms in front of Bluestreak. Hot Rod walked towards him.

"Bluestreak, we've been looking for you. Should've guessed you'd come here."

Bluestreak shrugged.

"I thought the change of scenery would do me good, but all I see is death and destruction." Bluestreak sighed "Is this what we are? All we've done here on this planet, is endanger innocent lives. What if that wasn't Autobot City, but a human city? Could you imagine what would've happened?"

Chromedome looked at Bluestreak.

"Bluestreak, I know how you feel. Or at least," Chromedome transformed into vehicle form, his head transforming into his binary bonded partner, Stylor.

"I understand what you're feeling. My homeworld, Nebulos, had most of it's cities destroyed when Scorpononk attacked. If it wasn't for Fortress Maximus and the Autobots with him, Nebulos would've been turned into a ghost planet, and in all likely hood, Autobot city would've been destroyed the other day as well." Stylor said.

Bluestreak looked at the Nebulon.

"That proves my point. Look at the damage we've caused since arriving here on Earth! All the humans who've perished in our war. Wherever we Transformers go, our war seems to follow, and wherever WE go, Human lives suffer! WE can be reactivated, THEY can't!"

Cliffjumper spoke.

"Come on Bluestreak. This isn't like you at all. More like Prowl, and....."

Bluestreak nodded and returned his gaze over the ruined city.

"Prowl. Look at how many of our friends have died in this senseless war. It just doesn't make any sense."

A voice spoke from behind them.

"That it doesn't Bluestreak. But war rarely makes sense."

Bluestreak and the others faced the speaker. Optimus Prime.

"Optimus..." Bluestreak began.

Optimus Prime walked over to the younger Autobot.

"I know how you feel Bluestreak. I've faced this crossroad many times in my existence. Had I the chance to change history, I probably would not of pressed the button, which sent the Ark crashing into this beautiful planet."

"Why do we continue this Optimus? Why can't we just walk away from it. Leave this whole war, our past behind us and move on."

Optimus sighed.

"Because, if we did, we'd be no better than the Decepticons. To stand idly by, and watch atrocities being committed is against our nature. For those who are weak and cannot defend themselves, we have to step in and assist."

Hot Rod nodded.

"Yeah Bluestreak. We do what we do, because it's right. Life is precious, no matter how small or large it is. It must be protected."

Bluestreak snorted.

"And what about Unicron? He was a living entity, yet you killed him! How fair is that?!"

"That was different. Unicron was going to destroy Cybertron, and all Transformer life in the universe. If we had failed to defeat him, he would've gone about, destroying the rest of creation, until only he remained. No planets. No stars. No life."

Cliffjumper added.

"That would be a terrible way for this universe to end."

Bluestreak sighed and transformed.

"I'm out of here."

They all watched Bluestreak drive off. Optimus sighed.

"Ever since Prowl's death, Bluestreak hasn't been the same." He turned his gaze over the still smoking ruins of Autobot City "Still, he does have a point."

Stylor was about to say something, when Arcana called to him over the comlink.

"Stylor, can you can Chromedome please come to Brainstorm's lab now. We need your assistance."

"On our way Arcana." Stylor looked at the others "See you guys back there."

Stylor climbed inside Chromdome, and the Headmaster drove off. Cliffjumper stretched.

"Ahh, I'd better get going as well. Hoist, Huffer and Gears will need my help in shifting some of the Decepticon chassis." He transformed "What shall we do with them Optimus?"

Optimus looked at the red car.

"Even though they're Decepticons, treat their remains with care and respect Cliffjumper. Store the remains in one of the mausoleum shuttles, same with all Autobot chassis which can not be restored."

Hot Rod found himself remembering the last time he had been on one of the old mausoleum shuttles. The shuttle had been filled with the fallen bodies of Autobots and left to drift through space. He shuddered. A mausoleum shuttle always filled him with dread.

"I hate those damn shuttles." He muttered.

Cliffjumper agreed with him.

"I'm with you Hot Rod. In any event, later."

Cliffjumper drove off, leaving a trail of dust in his wake. Hot Rod looked at Optimus.

"Optimus, I, err, better get back to the comm room. In case Seraphim and Death's Head try to contact us."

Optimus didn't acknowledge, as he was too busy fighting his own emotions. Hot Rod sighed and transformed. He waited, then drove off, leaving Optimus Prime with his own thoughts.

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Death's Head – Well, another chapter up and running. Death's Head appears in the next chapter (Don't worry, I've got a LOT of plans for everyone's favourite Freelance Peacekeeping Agent, yes?), as does Seraphim and others. Also, big thanks to the people who sent me information, namely Agent A T and Mathew. I'm in your debt, yes? R&R please.