I said this one would be longer, but it is New Year's Eve. The next one
will be, I promise. Happy New Year. Oh, by the way I have a new story up at
FictionPress.com if anybody is interested. Just look for SanEl.
Chapter Eighteen:
He had heard every word the Dark Lord had uttered to Bludgeon; he was conscious of it the entire time. If he were such a fool, then why bring him back at all? Why not have let him forge with the Matrix and further the corruption that every Decepticon and Predacon brought to it. Why?
BECAUSE YOU WILL STOP AT NOTHING TO ACHIEVE YOUR PURPOSE.
Megatron felt disgusted, his thoughts were now no longer his own; they had amalgamated with the Chaos Bringer's and he was in fear that he, in turn, would lose his identity. He had to get to the Oracle soon; they had to fulfil Unicron's aims. And though, they now shared the same mind as well as body; he was unsure as to what he had planned. Megatron agreed with Bludgeon; it didn't make sense that they were just sitting in the most powerful craft he had ever seen, in an abandoned space dock. With the armament at their disposal they chose instead to simply wait.
For what? He didn't understand.
YOUR ARMY.
"My army?" Megatron said aloud, though none of the transformers on the bridge paid attention, "My army is here. We are strong, we should strike now."
WE STRIKE WHEN THEY ARRIVE.
* * *
The cycle drone emerged from the flaming, wrecked cargo shuttle and slowly wheeled itself down the gantry until it was upon the Iacon street. Its façade bore the marks of a welding torch; sporadic burns ran across its face and partly down its body panelling. Its motor groaned as it moved away from the burning craft and towards the buildings beyond.
"And where do you think you're going?!" The voice shouted behind the drone. It stopped, its engine chugging and it turned to see:
Rattrap's body had been damaged quite severely yet the Maximal still stood. Had the drone been capable of thinking, it would have questioned this. But it did not and began to advance upon the shuttle. Rattrap stumbled away from the flames, his wheels carrying him unevenly. "We're not finished yet."
The drone continued to move as the Maximal made his way down the gantry. He held something in his hands and the drone looked to it through cracked optics. It recognised the item and stopped. The Vehicon looked to Rattrap who smiled, bringing the energon blaster he held in his hands to waist level.
And for a moment, there was only silence between the two of them
* * *
They had spied SHOURISHA from a distance away and though the roar of the drones' engines made it impossible to sneak upon the craft and its occupants; he wasn't deterred. Cloudburst imagined that other transformers, especially Hammerstrike who had questioned his every move, would not dare do what he had planned. Their strategy had changed the second Cheetor had fell from his shuttle. The first blow had been struck and it was their turn to strike back. The Pretender doubted that the resistance's sources were correct when it came to their estimate of SHOURISHA's crew. He saw only a few of the renegade transformers outside of the craft; less than the number that he commanded at this moment. And luck was certainly on his side:
Megatron was with them.
* * *
He observed the construction of the signal booster after convincing the Dark Lord that it was probably worth doing; contrary to his beliefs. Unicron may be able to sense Primus and the other transformers that had arrived here, but his troops were not so fortunate to have been constructed gods.
THEY ARE HERE, the voice boomed.
Megatron turned his attention away, focusing it on the wasteland beyond the space dock. And then he heard it:
The roar of a hundred engines; that somehow seemed so familiar to him.
* * *
Cloudburst ran ahead, his weapon primed and ready; Hammerstrike found it hard to keep up with the Pretender. He had objected to this form of assault at first but now, he found himself immersing in it, the excitement of the battle ahead overwhelmed him.
Megatron could see the agitation that the arrival of the resistance caused amongst the transformers here. Instinctively, they reached for their weapons. He raised his arm.
PUT YOUR WEAPONS AWAY. THERE IS NOTHING TO FRET ABOUT.
And slowly, he began to move forward, toward the advancing horde.
Cloudburst fired his rifle once; the shot bounced near Megatron's feet and fired a second time.
Megatron raised one arm and the shot dispersed a metre away from him. He could feel the Dark Lord's influence working again and decided not to step in his way. This all had a purpose, he mused. His arms were raised again.
The drones stopped, the roar of machinery died instantly forcing the two advancing transformers to halt. Hammerstrike turned to the army behind him and found:
THIS IS YOUR ARMY.
The drone's weapons were locked onto them and there was no way out; no route to safety for them. Cloudburst could see the smile that had developed across Megatron's face. The Pretender knew now; seemingly understood that the use of the drones was not their best idea. He glanced to Hammerstrike, who returned his solemn gaze. He knew it too.
"Destroy them," Megatron ordered and the whine of the drones' weapons was deafening as the two transformers became one with the Matrix.
Chapter Eighteen:
He had heard every word the Dark Lord had uttered to Bludgeon; he was conscious of it the entire time. If he were such a fool, then why bring him back at all? Why not have let him forge with the Matrix and further the corruption that every Decepticon and Predacon brought to it. Why?
BECAUSE YOU WILL STOP AT NOTHING TO ACHIEVE YOUR PURPOSE.
Megatron felt disgusted, his thoughts were now no longer his own; they had amalgamated with the Chaos Bringer's and he was in fear that he, in turn, would lose his identity. He had to get to the Oracle soon; they had to fulfil Unicron's aims. And though, they now shared the same mind as well as body; he was unsure as to what he had planned. Megatron agreed with Bludgeon; it didn't make sense that they were just sitting in the most powerful craft he had ever seen, in an abandoned space dock. With the armament at their disposal they chose instead to simply wait.
For what? He didn't understand.
YOUR ARMY.
"My army?" Megatron said aloud, though none of the transformers on the bridge paid attention, "My army is here. We are strong, we should strike now."
WE STRIKE WHEN THEY ARRIVE.
* * *
The cycle drone emerged from the flaming, wrecked cargo shuttle and slowly wheeled itself down the gantry until it was upon the Iacon street. Its façade bore the marks of a welding torch; sporadic burns ran across its face and partly down its body panelling. Its motor groaned as it moved away from the burning craft and towards the buildings beyond.
"And where do you think you're going?!" The voice shouted behind the drone. It stopped, its engine chugging and it turned to see:
Rattrap's body had been damaged quite severely yet the Maximal still stood. Had the drone been capable of thinking, it would have questioned this. But it did not and began to advance upon the shuttle. Rattrap stumbled away from the flames, his wheels carrying him unevenly. "We're not finished yet."
The drone continued to move as the Maximal made his way down the gantry. He held something in his hands and the drone looked to it through cracked optics. It recognised the item and stopped. The Vehicon looked to Rattrap who smiled, bringing the energon blaster he held in his hands to waist level.
And for a moment, there was only silence between the two of them
* * *
They had spied SHOURISHA from a distance away and though the roar of the drones' engines made it impossible to sneak upon the craft and its occupants; he wasn't deterred. Cloudburst imagined that other transformers, especially Hammerstrike who had questioned his every move, would not dare do what he had planned. Their strategy had changed the second Cheetor had fell from his shuttle. The first blow had been struck and it was their turn to strike back. The Pretender doubted that the resistance's sources were correct when it came to their estimate of SHOURISHA's crew. He saw only a few of the renegade transformers outside of the craft; less than the number that he commanded at this moment. And luck was certainly on his side:
Megatron was with them.
* * *
He observed the construction of the signal booster after convincing the Dark Lord that it was probably worth doing; contrary to his beliefs. Unicron may be able to sense Primus and the other transformers that had arrived here, but his troops were not so fortunate to have been constructed gods.
THEY ARE HERE, the voice boomed.
Megatron turned his attention away, focusing it on the wasteland beyond the space dock. And then he heard it:
The roar of a hundred engines; that somehow seemed so familiar to him.
* * *
Cloudburst ran ahead, his weapon primed and ready; Hammerstrike found it hard to keep up with the Pretender. He had objected to this form of assault at first but now, he found himself immersing in it, the excitement of the battle ahead overwhelmed him.
Megatron could see the agitation that the arrival of the resistance caused amongst the transformers here. Instinctively, they reached for their weapons. He raised his arm.
PUT YOUR WEAPONS AWAY. THERE IS NOTHING TO FRET ABOUT.
And slowly, he began to move forward, toward the advancing horde.
Cloudburst fired his rifle once; the shot bounced near Megatron's feet and fired a second time.
Megatron raised one arm and the shot dispersed a metre away from him. He could feel the Dark Lord's influence working again and decided not to step in his way. This all had a purpose, he mused. His arms were raised again.
The drones stopped, the roar of machinery died instantly forcing the two advancing transformers to halt. Hammerstrike turned to the army behind him and found:
THIS IS YOUR ARMY.
The drone's weapons were locked onto them and there was no way out; no route to safety for them. Cloudburst could see the smile that had developed across Megatron's face. The Pretender knew now; seemingly understood that the use of the drones was not their best idea. He glanced to Hammerstrike, who returned his solemn gaze. He knew it too.
"Destroy them," Megatron ordered and the whine of the drones' weapons was deafening as the two transformers became one with the Matrix.