Chapter 2 : A New World Order
Author's Notes: Hello! Sorry for the long wait! Planning a wedding and working have me away from my laptop more then I would like. I promise this story is not dead. Not by a long shot. Let me know what you think in the reviews!
It had been a week since Megatron had ended Optimus Prime and his Autobots. He now focused his attention on packing up from Earth and heading home. Rounds of Decepticons worked around the clock, harvesting and mining as much Energon as they could. Space bridges were being hidden and constructed around the globe, for easy access to resources, which they would undoubtedly need considering Cybertron was a dead planet.
Megatron strolled the halls of his ship. Leisurely taking his time. Searching. Sign up lists had been making their rounds aboard the Nemesis. A new society had to be forged and not every bot could be a soldier. Lists for miners, medics, royal guards, and other essential roles needed to restart a society were starting to fill up. But even Megatron's mighty army was not big enough to fill all roles. That was why he instructed Soundwave to send out an interstellar communication, calling for all Cybertronians scattered in the universe to come back home. Promising the former Autobots pardons. Megatron knew most Autobots had artistic, teaching, and other white collar skills that would be lacking among his troops.
Megatron sneered as he thought of the lesser talked divide that had occured when Megatron and Optimus had gone their separate ways. Many members of the Decepticons had seen some scrap. They had gotten the short end of the stick, doing hard labor, doing the jobs that no Cybertronian wanted and still getting treated as scum. Did the mighty mechs in Iacon not realize that their towers, their monuments to greatness, reaching up to the heavens, where made of the very materials mechs like his army harvested? Megatron would have loved to see those in the council mining for ore and refining it to be used by construction workers at the beck and call of architects.
Optimus's army had always been easy to shock. While most of his army had lived hard lives, had seen messed up things, had stared death in the face, Optimus' mechs hadn't. They had lived comfortable lives, they had experienced joys, and they had never had their worth questioned. And Optimus? Well the fool had seen both sides of the chip and yet never wavered from his stance. Did he really care then, of the injustices others suffer?
Megatron strolled past the med bay and then paused to look back. There was a line of excited Vehicons waiting their turn. To rally his troops and make them more willing toward the grueling task of bringing a planet back from the grave, Megatron had announced that all troops could pick designations for themselves if they didn't have one. All troops would also be ordered to report to Knockout for checkups and bodywork. Knockout was more than thrilled. That mech's vanity knew no bounds and his ego was so swelled as bot by bot he turned them from scarred and dented soldiers to citizens worthy of Iacon.
There is was again. Iacon. Well no more! Megatron vowed. Cybertron would have a new golden city. Kaon! Where the revolution was born! Away from the pomp and golden, shiny halls of Iacon. Where no Iaconian ever stopped to worry about them. One did, a voice in his mind reminded. Yeah, thought Megatron back and look where that led.
No. This time there would be a new world order. No Primes. No golden cities without rivals. And he would rule them all. And there would be no one who could stop him from establishing his new reign. Megatron finally spotted Starscream,standing outside on the flight deck, giving orders to the seeker division that were beyond his position to do so, his back towards him. Megatron leveled his canon at Starscream's head,Seeker from Vos.
" Megatron, I don't think it's wise to promote him to key coordinator. Not so fast" Orion looked up at Megatron from the pile of data pads he was studying.
"Starscream is in favor of the cause. We need all the mechs we can turn." Megatron replied.
"Even if he turns against you?" Orion questioned him again. " Starscream will turn into a thorn at your side and the cause."
"Then, Orion, I will place Vos at your feet."
"Don't be ridiculous, Megatron." Orion laughed. He had no idea how serious Megatron had been. No one would stand in his way, and is this mech, this gem from Iacon had come to stand beside him. Then why wouldn't the world be at their feet. No one should stand in the way of the new world order!
Megatron fired. Starscream never knew what hit him. The seekers scattered to the side in shock. And Starscream's body fell forward, off the flight deck. His lithe, sharp body gracing the skies one last time as it raced towards the Earth.
No, Megatron thought as he turned away. No one would stand in his way and Starscream would no longer be a thorn in his side and the cause. The New World Order was on its way to fruition.