2023: The events of 1989 play through his head, how had he lost? The
memory of his past self Megatron clearly showed that he had triumphed over
all Transformers. But something had gone wrong, something had rearranged
the events that Megatron remembered. His final memories flash past, the
unholy result of his unwanted presence in the past finally catches up to
him, tears off his armor, and carries him off. After that comes the
welcomed blackness. He thought he was dead, but his senses told him
otherwise. Now he tries to grasp the presence he feels nearby, something
just wasn't right about it. Then he feels his strength and sanity return.
A thought crosses his mind, someone was helping him. He listens to the
voices that greet his audios.
"Well ladies, did you get him going or am I going to have to wait
until the next eclipse?" came one voice.
"We're powering him right now, Commander." another said.
"Good, very good." the first voice replied.
"Electra, I want to ask..." another began.
He's mulls over other memories. Electra. He seems to remember two of them
in his life, one a friend and one a lover. This Commander was the lover.
He checks the memory of the friend and is horrified. An old, festering
scar is torn open and allowed to bleed into him. There was a name and
identity before Megatron, an Autobot?! He struggles to understand all that
is happening within him.
"NOOOOO!!!!" he screams and sits upright.
"Galvatron, do you remember me?" came a query.
"Yes, I do." the silver and purple form replies.
"What gives with the scream?" the silver, black, purple and red form
of Electra asks.
"I remembered something that I wish I hadn't." he replies.
"Oh?" Electra asks, "I do sense something different in you. What is
this memory?"
"Before I was Galvatron, before I was Megatron, I was Mace, a
Autobot. I was in love with Flame, a female Autobot. She was shot, she
died in my arms and..." he trails off.
"I understand." Electra nods, "But that was then. You have me and the
twins now."
"Where are they?" he asks.
"Outside waiting. Dynae, Ohmnitron, you can come in now." Electra
calls.
The silver, black, purple, and red colored twins enter the room.
Galvatron is shocked. "What year is it?" he asks.
"2020, why?" Electra says.
"Nothing. Come closer you two." he gestures, "I hope you behaved
yourselves in my absence."
"We have, Father." Ohmnitron smirks.
"Good. Well, are you going to just stand there or give your old man a
hug?" Galvatron grins.
"I missed you, Daddy." Dynae states, hugging him, "We thought for
sure.."
"No more talk about that. Now then, you must tell me how the war is
faring." he states.
"I became disentangled from that mess and took the twins to a more
suitable raising place." Electra says.
"Where am I then?" he asks.
"Mechanadron." she replies.
"Anyone else here besides you?" he asks.
"Yes, anyone that decided the war was no place for them." Ohmnitron
nods.
"Interesting." he muses, "Could I be left alone to think?"
"Of course dear, come children." Electra says, they leave.
A few calculations run through his head. He'd been gone 11 years, yet how
had the continuum messed up and placed him in the wrong time? He had
originally jumped from 2009 to 1989 and he is returned to 2020. There were
memories from 2009 through 2015 that shouldn't be there, but are. He
obviously threw off more than he'd care to admit. At least his memories of
all his lives were now intact, that he could be thankful for. Yet he can't
help but wonder if he somehow messed up the order so badly that the
compensation was to killed one version of himself off while another
version, his present self, lived. It didn't make sense, but he wasn't
going to complain. He had many vorns of happiness left with Electra and
the children, he wasn't about to trade it in either. He smiles and gives
thanks, then joins his family.
memory of his past self Megatron clearly showed that he had triumphed over
all Transformers. But something had gone wrong, something had rearranged
the events that Megatron remembered. His final memories flash past, the
unholy result of his unwanted presence in the past finally catches up to
him, tears off his armor, and carries him off. After that comes the
welcomed blackness. He thought he was dead, but his senses told him
otherwise. Now he tries to grasp the presence he feels nearby, something
just wasn't right about it. Then he feels his strength and sanity return.
A thought crosses his mind, someone was helping him. He listens to the
voices that greet his audios.
"Well ladies, did you get him going or am I going to have to wait
until the next eclipse?" came one voice.
"We're powering him right now, Commander." another said.
"Good, very good." the first voice replied.
"Electra, I want to ask..." another began.
He's mulls over other memories. Electra. He seems to remember two of them
in his life, one a friend and one a lover. This Commander was the lover.
He checks the memory of the friend and is horrified. An old, festering
scar is torn open and allowed to bleed into him. There was a name and
identity before Megatron, an Autobot?! He struggles to understand all that
is happening within him.
"NOOOOO!!!!" he screams and sits upright.
"Galvatron, do you remember me?" came a query.
"Yes, I do." the silver and purple form replies.
"What gives with the scream?" the silver, black, purple and red form
of Electra asks.
"I remembered something that I wish I hadn't." he replies.
"Oh?" Electra asks, "I do sense something different in you. What is
this memory?"
"Before I was Galvatron, before I was Megatron, I was Mace, a
Autobot. I was in love with Flame, a female Autobot. She was shot, she
died in my arms and..." he trails off.
"I understand." Electra nods, "But that was then. You have me and the
twins now."
"Where are they?" he asks.
"Outside waiting. Dynae, Ohmnitron, you can come in now." Electra
calls.
The silver, black, purple, and red colored twins enter the room.
Galvatron is shocked. "What year is it?" he asks.
"2020, why?" Electra says.
"Nothing. Come closer you two." he gestures, "I hope you behaved
yourselves in my absence."
"We have, Father." Ohmnitron smirks.
"Good. Well, are you going to just stand there or give your old man a
hug?" Galvatron grins.
"I missed you, Daddy." Dynae states, hugging him, "We thought for
sure.."
"No more talk about that. Now then, you must tell me how the war is
faring." he states.
"I became disentangled from that mess and took the twins to a more
suitable raising place." Electra says.
"Where am I then?" he asks.
"Mechanadron." she replies.
"Anyone else here besides you?" he asks.
"Yes, anyone that decided the war was no place for them." Ohmnitron
nods.
"Interesting." he muses, "Could I be left alone to think?"
"Of course dear, come children." Electra says, they leave.
A few calculations run through his head. He'd been gone 11 years, yet how
had the continuum messed up and placed him in the wrong time? He had
originally jumped from 2009 to 1989 and he is returned to 2020. There were
memories from 2009 through 2015 that shouldn't be there, but are. He
obviously threw off more than he'd care to admit. At least his memories of
all his lives were now intact, that he could be thankful for. Yet he can't
help but wonder if he somehow messed up the order so badly that the
compensation was to killed one version of himself off while another
version, his present self, lived. It didn't make sense, but he wasn't
going to complain. He had many vorns of happiness left with Electra and
the children, he wasn't about to trade it in either. He smiles and gives
thanks, then joins his family.