Megatron

"So what do you have for me Soundwave?" Megatron looked up from the battle plans and maps in front of him.

"Information. Mixmaster has discovered a synthetic version of the alloy." Soundwave stated.

"Excellent!" A malicious smile crossed Megatron's face.

"I also preformed a mind scan on Aviator." Soundwave continued.

"Oh? And what did you find?" Megatron's curiosity perked up.

"Happiness. Determination. Fear. Sorrow. Hate." Soundwave sated in order of concious depth.

"Care to elaborate?" Megatron raised and optic brow.

"He is happy to be alive, to be with his Constructicon creators. He is determined to be his best, to make them proud, to prove himself. He fears their rejection. His sorrow stems from that fear. His hate is for anyone who would part him from his Constructicons." Soundwave tones went lower as each sentance passed, until they were almost a mourning alto.

"Hate hm? I was beginning to wonder about that upbeat attitude." Megatron commented. "I bet it's that hate that gave him the strength to beat Motormaster that first time, but why couldn't pull ot this second time."

"No Constructicons."

"So his "hate" is triggered? I wonder if he can be taught to call it up at will. Imagine what a warrior he would make once properly trained and molded. Course we would have to break him of that polite, amendable behavior." Megatron spoke casually

"That is unadvisble." Soundwave spoke quickly.

Megatron frowned. "Why?"

"He needs that behavior to balance the hate. Without it he would go mad. He would be useless at that point."

"Hmmm." The frown remained on Megatron.

"However, he could be taught to merely think of the Constructicons being under threat, and his hate will rise. If Aviator thinks he is fighting to protect the Constructicons he would be ruthless in battle. Autobots could be included as threats to the Constructicons."

Megatron's frown had been turned upside down at hearing Soundwave's statement. "And therefore Aviator could be turned into an Autobot killer."

"Affirmative." Soundwave nodded. "All is needed is training and experience."

"I want to see what Motormaster saw. I want to see this "hate" he has. What is the young Constructicon doing now?"

"Recharging."

"When the Constructicons are finished with Astrotrain, tell Scrapper to bring Aviator to the non-projectile armory when is finished recharging and let me know."

Soundwave nodded and head toward the door out.

"One more thing."

Soundwave stopped.

"Tell Scrapper to stay with him until I get there. Just in case, I may need a trigger." Megatron added.

Soundwave again nodded and exited the room.

"This should be interesting....." A smirk crossed Megatron's face.

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Megatron was eyeing a curved sword when Aviator entered the armory followed by Scrapper.

"Well Aviator it sounds like you've been even more busy since I saw you last." Megatron said sternly, not looking at the aforementioned seeker.

"Yes I suppose I have. some willingly, some not so willing." Aviator tried to keep his voice steady.

"Come here, Aviator."  Megatron motioned to a spot to his right.

With a slight push from Scrapper, Aviator quickly walked across the room to the commander in chief.

"Megatron." Aviator stood in the spot Megatron had indicated before.

"So have the boys shown you Devastator yet?" Megatron continued to eye the racks of different styles of weapons.

"Uh, no. No, they haven't yet." Aviator said quietly looking at the ground.

"Really? What's the hold back Scrapper?" Megatron turned to look back at the Constructicon foremech.

"Uh, well we haven't had much time working on the projects and doing our various duties." Scrapper answered quickly, obviously caught off guard by the question.

"That's never stopped you before."

"Uh, well Mixmaster's been upset lately and he doesn't want to spread the full brunt of that to the rest of us by combining."

"Ah, well that does makes sense. But even though he is upset he did find a way to make that alloy, so I won't continue to press for an explanation."

The Decepticon commander took out a very large energon sword and seemed to look at it with a certain satisfaction. He moved his right hand to the beginning of the sword's hilt and held the end out to Aviator. "Let's see you wield this."

It was obvious the youth was not prepared for the sword's weight for when Megatron let go, the sword's end immediately clunked to the ground even though Aviator was holding onto it with both hands. Megatron gave the young jet a "you're kidding me" look, then turned his head and motioned Scrapper over. Apparently Aviator didn't like the prospect of defeat in front of Scrapper. With great difficulty the Constructicon jet lifted the sword and managed to keep it up.

Megatron smirked and pulled out another sword for himself. "Now attack me."

"I can't" Aviator said through clenched teeth.

"Why not?" Megatron growled. "Managed to use a sword this same size, weight and model against Motormaster."

"That was different." The kid's voice sounded strained.

"How?"

"I was angry" Aviator replied.

"And you're not now?" Megatron asked.

"Not enough." Aviator hissed.  It was becoming harder to hold the sword every passing microsecond.

"Oh I see. Megatron nodded. "Let's try something different."

Without another word Megatron grabbed Scrapper and held a sword against the Constructicon Foremech's neck.

"Show me your hatred or I shall have your creator's head!" Megatron spat.

Aviators when through three different expressions, surprise and disbelief, horror then.....then there it was. The fear melted away, to reveal glowing red optics burning so deep, that if you fell in, you would suffer terrible agony forever.

Hate.

Aviator burned with it. All trouble holding the sword was gone. Every inch of Aviator circuitry looked ready to attack. To lunge forward and tear apart the person who dared offend him. Yet, he did not. Megatron realized the reason. He was still holding on to Scrapper. The boy had enough control to hold himself back until Scrapper was out of harm's way, or at least until he could think of how he could attack without getting Scrapper hurt.

'Interesting. Now let's see him in action.' Megatron thought, shoving Scrapper aside.

The microsecond Scrapper was out of the way, Aviator pushed off the ground and rocketed to the Decepticon commander. Sparks flew when the two opponents clashed. Megatron finally got a close look at Aviator's visor full of hate. The look was pure, unadulterated hate. He knew that kind of hate well. He had felt it many times before, and he understood how much strength that hate gave you, you felt you could move planets with it.

Aviator cut and thrust with amazing strength, but Megatron effortlessly blocked and/or dodged each and every one. Understandable, the kid so far had only training in Aerial Combat and target practice, not in non projectile weaponry, at least none beyond data technique download. However there was one thing the youth did have in his favor. He never made the same mistake twice.

The heavy sword was beginning to strain and take its toll on Aviator's endurance, and it seemed in his current "hate" mode he had not the cognition to break away and get another.

"Scrapper, you best stop your youth before he wears himself out completely." Megatron calmly called to the Foremech spectator, while blocking and another strike from the Constructicon jet.

"Aviator that's enough!" Scrapper yelled.

Aviator stopped in mid charge and looked at Scrapper. The hate glow faded from his visor and the sword clanked against the ground.

"Forgive me Megatron, I know I swore loyalty to you, but you should not have threatened Scrapper like that." Aviator growled at the Decepticon Commander.

"Well it seems the child has some nerve." Starscream chuckled leaning against the armory doorway.

Megatron glared over at Starscream then looked back at Aviator "Well Aviator I wanted to see the power you used when you fought Motormaster. However you could not do it yourself, so I had to threaten Scrapper to get you to activate it. Now you would not want that to happen in battle with the enemy would you? To have your enemy threaten your Constructicons before you can bring yourself to protect them."

"No. No I don't want that to happen, but I don't know how to control it. Can you teach me?!"

"I afraid I can not, I haven't the time. Though I do have piece of advice, try to get it  so that all you have to do is think of your enemy trying to kill your Constructicons, and the hate comes. And when you have it, practice with it so you can still keep a somewhat cognitive head. That may prove useful." Megatron said sternly.

"That is good advice. I shall follow it. I won't let my enemies be a threat. I'll destroy them before they could ever do harm!" Aviator called back confidently, but seriously.

"Good words, but do you have anything to back up with." Starscream walked from his place at doorway to where they were standing in the middle of the room.

"Who asked you?!" Scrapper snapped at the Air Commander.

Starscream narrowed his optics at the Constructicon foremech. Megatron noticed Aviator tense up at that.

"Well he has one thing in his favor." Megatron stated catching everyone's attention. "He doesn't make the same mistake twice."

"Of course he doesn't, Hook does not and neither do I." Scrapper insisted.

"That would make sense." Megatron said putting his sword on it's spot in the racks.

"Yes, but I still have one question." Starscream walked up to Aviator. "How is your courage?"

"Well, I don't want to be a martyr, but I won't to be coward either." Aviator stated, not looking the slightest bit intimidated.

"Really? We'll see about that." Starscream smirked and turned his back to Aviator. "We shall see."

With that Starscream pulled out his own personal saber, whirled around on Aviator and thrust it forward.

Scrapper gasped.

"At ease Scrapper no one's hurt." Megatron said barely above whisper.

Starscream held the saber steady, whose blade was in the space between Aviator's air intake cowling and his face. The young Constructicon had not even flinched.

"Does this saber of yours wish to kill me?" Aviator stared straight at the Air Commander, his visor unwavering and cold, with a voice to match it.

"I see you watching me, you always arrive early to sparring and leave late to watch me practice on my own. You're trying to learn me, but it won't make up for the nearly ten million years experience I have gained and survived." Starscream growled, pulling the saber back leaving a rather deep cut on the side of Aviator's chin. Without another word the Air Commander turned on his heal and stalked out of the room.

"I really hate him." Scrapper hissed.

"Well at least Aviator's nerve passed it's test." Megatron stated.

"True." Scrapper spoke with a spark of pride in his voice.

"Either way Aviator, work on this hate of yours, master it and we shall see about getting you some advanced specialized training. I certainly hope you do, it's always a pity to have wasted potential." Megatron said walking to the door of the armory. "And one more thing, I noticed your hands shifting places on the hilt of the sword, obviously they like to be busy, not surprising. I suggest for you to use the twin swords, one for each hand. But be careful or you might end up cutting your own hands off."

Without another word the Decepticon Commander exited the room leaving the two Constructicons to ponder his advice.

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There you have it, the Megatron chapter.

I hope it was to your liking.

Now the next two chapters, are not going to be from a particular point of view, but we are drawing near the great confrontation between the Air Commander and his new lethal thorn.

Next chapter:

Showdown Part 1

Till Next Time

-Vega Sailor