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Chapter Twenty-One:
"It's been a while Jetstorm."
The glowing energy bars of the cell highlighted Megatron only briefly as he paced back and forth; the Maximal's optics following his every move. It was not the Predacon he remembered but this was certainly Megatron. Silverbolt snarled;
"My name is Silverbolt."
Megatron snorted, "Yes, quite." He stopped, turning his body until the glow of the energy bars illuminated his cobbled together façade. He grinned, his jagged teeth showing; the light reflected from them. "I don't know what is planned for you or the spider. . ."
Silverbolt rushed towards the energy bars of the cell, "What have you done to her?!" and was greeted with the flash of sparks and a pain shot through him, seemingly increasing as it hit his head. He fell to the floor, his body smoking. Megatron laughed, "She is quite safe I assure you. But for how long, I can't guarantee."
He turned away from the soft glow of the bars and Silverbolt watched through aching optics as he departed.
* * *
She had hobbled through the streets for what seemed like an age and had had no luck in locating another living being. Her fears were increasing that, although she had managed to communicate with Rattrap, they had met with a grisly fate. Buzzsaw stopped and propped herself against the smooth wall of what she guessed used to be a games arcade. Machines were still visible through the dirty, broken glass and it reminded her of times before the one who called himself Megatron had unleashed his virus. Life had not been entirely peaceful for her before yet it was a vast improvement on the situation that she now found herself in. She sighed as;
WARNING. STASIS LOCK IS IMMENENT. PLEASE REPORT TO A CR CHAMBER.
That damn infernal voice had started plaguing her as soon as she had decided to move from the alley. She had overridden the command on several occasions in the hope that she would at least found her battle comrades. As it stood, it looked certain that her life was to terminate here, not in battle but by the side of an abandoned games arcade in the middle of an abandoned city. Again, she sighed. Buzzsaw couldn't help but feel alone; a feeling that she found uncomfortable. But what could she do?
Her body was failing and realistically, the only thing she could hope for was to become one with the Matrix as quickly and as pain free as possible.
* * *
He was tired, his energon reserves had been pushed further than he had expected as the plans they had forged only a day before, fell apart around him. Rattrap had lost so much so far in this torrid tale yet gained so little. He had lost his love, his friends, and soon he feared he would lose his will to carry on. Standing tall by his side was Nightscream and he had thanked him for that; and in some means he was even glad that Waspinator had joined them. Although they were and he guessed would always be enemies there was some small comfort to find in the company of transformers he knew. Even if he didn't trust the Predacon.
"Where are we going?" Nightscream quizzed, the words being the first that had been uttered in a long while. They continued forward before Rattrap answered, "The rendezvous. If anybody's still alive, they'll be there." Waspinator looked to Nightscream who returned the Predacon's worried look.
"Is it possible that anybody is alive?" He asked. The question struck Rattrap and he halted suddenly, his rifle fell from his shoulder clattering on the floor. He didn't bother to turn as he replied. He held his head low as he said:
"Not really but what choice do we have?" The words were spoken softly, his tone sombre. They remained motionless for a moment as the stillness and the silence of the abandoned hub of Iacon surrounded them.
* * *
The drones moved through the streets at a constant speed and although lacking a personality, they moved with a purpose. Something called them; something that their reprogramming couldn't resist. And though they were brainless, they knew the one that summoned them and though they didn't recognise the name there was a certain familiarity about it. The one word that resonated through them, that pulled them closer was known simply as Unicron.
* * *
From his vantage point on the bridge of SHOURISHA, he could clearly see the oncoming Vehicon brigade. So this was to their army? Bludgeon smiled. Why not?
"How many are there?" He asked.
"Enough." The reply was short and sweet and Megatron had in his voice a sense of well being. He had his army back and old times were certain to commence once again. He would be free to rule a perfect Cybertron, a technological paradise with him as its God. This is what Unicron had promised him was it not? The Dark Lord had kept many things from him but on the eve of possibly the greatest day in Predacon history, would he go back on his word?
YOUR REWARD WILL BE AMPLE, the voice told him, BUT CERTAIN NEEDS MUST BE FULFILLED FIRST.
Megatron turned to the Senator by his side and said, "We strike soon. We have our army."
WE HAVE NO OPPOSITION.
Bludgeon nodded and smiled. "We will have our Cybertron back."
Megatron now smiled too. Yes, he thought, and it will all be mine.
Chapter Twenty-One:
"It's been a while Jetstorm."
The glowing energy bars of the cell highlighted Megatron only briefly as he paced back and forth; the Maximal's optics following his every move. It was not the Predacon he remembered but this was certainly Megatron. Silverbolt snarled;
"My name is Silverbolt."
Megatron snorted, "Yes, quite." He stopped, turning his body until the glow of the energy bars illuminated his cobbled together façade. He grinned, his jagged teeth showing; the light reflected from them. "I don't know what is planned for you or the spider. . ."
Silverbolt rushed towards the energy bars of the cell, "What have you done to her?!" and was greeted with the flash of sparks and a pain shot through him, seemingly increasing as it hit his head. He fell to the floor, his body smoking. Megatron laughed, "She is quite safe I assure you. But for how long, I can't guarantee."
He turned away from the soft glow of the bars and Silverbolt watched through aching optics as he departed.
* * *
She had hobbled through the streets for what seemed like an age and had had no luck in locating another living being. Her fears were increasing that, although she had managed to communicate with Rattrap, they had met with a grisly fate. Buzzsaw stopped and propped herself against the smooth wall of what she guessed used to be a games arcade. Machines were still visible through the dirty, broken glass and it reminded her of times before the one who called himself Megatron had unleashed his virus. Life had not been entirely peaceful for her before yet it was a vast improvement on the situation that she now found herself in. She sighed as;
WARNING. STASIS LOCK IS IMMENENT. PLEASE REPORT TO A CR CHAMBER.
That damn infernal voice had started plaguing her as soon as she had decided to move from the alley. She had overridden the command on several occasions in the hope that she would at least found her battle comrades. As it stood, it looked certain that her life was to terminate here, not in battle but by the side of an abandoned games arcade in the middle of an abandoned city. Again, she sighed. Buzzsaw couldn't help but feel alone; a feeling that she found uncomfortable. But what could she do?
Her body was failing and realistically, the only thing she could hope for was to become one with the Matrix as quickly and as pain free as possible.
* * *
He was tired, his energon reserves had been pushed further than he had expected as the plans they had forged only a day before, fell apart around him. Rattrap had lost so much so far in this torrid tale yet gained so little. He had lost his love, his friends, and soon he feared he would lose his will to carry on. Standing tall by his side was Nightscream and he had thanked him for that; and in some means he was even glad that Waspinator had joined them. Although they were and he guessed would always be enemies there was some small comfort to find in the company of transformers he knew. Even if he didn't trust the Predacon.
"Where are we going?" Nightscream quizzed, the words being the first that had been uttered in a long while. They continued forward before Rattrap answered, "The rendezvous. If anybody's still alive, they'll be there." Waspinator looked to Nightscream who returned the Predacon's worried look.
"Is it possible that anybody is alive?" He asked. The question struck Rattrap and he halted suddenly, his rifle fell from his shoulder clattering on the floor. He didn't bother to turn as he replied. He held his head low as he said:
"Not really but what choice do we have?" The words were spoken softly, his tone sombre. They remained motionless for a moment as the stillness and the silence of the abandoned hub of Iacon surrounded them.
* * *
The drones moved through the streets at a constant speed and although lacking a personality, they moved with a purpose. Something called them; something that their reprogramming couldn't resist. And though they were brainless, they knew the one that summoned them and though they didn't recognise the name there was a certain familiarity about it. The one word that resonated through them, that pulled them closer was known simply as Unicron.
* * *
From his vantage point on the bridge of SHOURISHA, he could clearly see the oncoming Vehicon brigade. So this was to their army? Bludgeon smiled. Why not?
"How many are there?" He asked.
"Enough." The reply was short and sweet and Megatron had in his voice a sense of well being. He had his army back and old times were certain to commence once again. He would be free to rule a perfect Cybertron, a technological paradise with him as its God. This is what Unicron had promised him was it not? The Dark Lord had kept many things from him but on the eve of possibly the greatest day in Predacon history, would he go back on his word?
YOUR REWARD WILL BE AMPLE, the voice told him, BUT CERTAIN NEEDS MUST BE FULFILLED FIRST.
Megatron turned to the Senator by his side and said, "We strike soon. We have our army."
WE HAVE NO OPPOSITION.
Bludgeon nodded and smiled. "We will have our Cybertron back."
Megatron now smiled too. Yes, he thought, and it will all be mine.