Chapter 7
On the outskirts of Deceptitropolis, Megatron's forces have taken over a small building to allow the Constructions a place to work in peace, and as temporary base of operations. Menasor is lays restrained on the floor as the Constructions work over him. Hook and Scrapper look over a set of plans, as the others works under Hook's command.
"I really must say Scrapper, this is really your best idea yet." Hook says with a gleeful evil gleam in his optics.
"Its nothing really, Megatron said to make him regret it, and considering their personalities. This is simply the worst I could come up with. Just about anyone could come up with it."
"I have to agree with Hook." The raspy voice of Megatron says as he walks over seeing their plans. "This plan of yours is sheer brilliance. I must commend you for your cruelty. How long till it will be complete?"
"Several Cycles, at least. These aren't the most ideal conditions to work in, but we've had to deal with worse when we were on that primitive mud ball." Scrapper says as Megatron grins.
"Good. You always were some of my best workers. I look forward to seeing him up and running." Megatron says with a soft cackle as he walks way leaving the Constructions to continue their work. Megatron approaches Flamewar. "Now that the Constructicons have their lab set up, it is time to show this... Galvatron... what a true Emperor of destruction can do! What have our scouts reported of his movements?"
"Detritus and the idiot duo have reported back: Not much of it is good. Galvatron has a small army of triple-changing drones, all based on Blitzwing's design. He obtained them from Detritus years ago. They are referred to as "Overcharges" because Galvatron believed that Detritus charged him way too much each of them, and the term seems to have stuck. They are also rumored to be of Quintison origin, though the Quints haven't been heard from in Decades.
"Also the Insecticons that are still with him have generated a clone army. So besides the Decepticons that are still with him, he has a rather large buffer of cannon fodder that he can throw at us."
"Can't our Insecticons clone themselves?"
"Unfortunately, no. Different designers created them then the smaller ones that you've dealt with most. Our four's abilities are what humans would describe as vampiric, being able to drain the energy form their targets
Megatron nods at this news seeming to think it over. "Not like it matters any, just more scrap to clean up once I am threw here. What about Garboil and Howlback, have they reported back yet?"
Flamewar is about to say something, when Howlback enters. "Garboil is still tying up a few loose ends, but we are here. You probably already know about the Drones and Clones. They won't be much of a problem; we have relayed information to our main contact inside of Galvatron's forces. He will help how he can." Howlback purrs.
"I still wish to know who this contact of yours is." Megatron looks down to the blue panther distrustingly.
"He will make himself known to you when the time is right, until then he wishes to remain anonymous, as he doesn't trust everyone you have allied with."
"He is little more then a coward, I don't need the likes of him." Megatron sneers
"'Better a live chicken, then a dead duck' – An old earthen saying. But our benefactor isn't as cowardly as he appears. When one deals with Galvatron, they have to be cautious in what they say or do, and he has grown used to those conditions." She says and walks off. "The war has changed, not everything can be solved with brute force. You'd do well to remember that."
Megatron sneers at the cat as she walks off, readying his cannon at her, but before he can fire, Flamewar grabs on to it and forces it down. "No Lord Megatron. She's not worth it. You have bigger fish to fry."
"Yes, your right. I'll deal with that one after I have shown this fool Galvatron what a true leader is capable of." He says with a grin and mimics the human gesture of cracking his knuckles. "Razorclaw, it is time."
"So we are finally ready to mobilize?" Razorclaw says looking up to Megatron, he and the other Predacons have all been lazing about in their animal modes while Megatron has been setting up shop. Razorclaw stands up and stretches in a typical cat like fashion.
"Yes, your group shall be the first wave. Followed by the Insecticons and twins. Between your strength and range. The more annoying of Galvatron's troops should be squashed, allowing for Flamewar and her forces to begin their assault, Leaving my group open to take a direct assault on Galvatron's stronghold."
Razorclaw laughs softly "Sending the beasts in first?" He asks with a slight shake of his head. "Not that I care, Just means I get to see more action, but you leaders always see us beasts as expendable."
Megatron smiles coldly. "I don't see you as expendable, Razorclaw. The Predacons are the backbone on the assault. A smart leader knows to send in his best and strongest troops in first to weaken the enemy ranks. The only reason I'm not joining you is because I feel that Galvatron will require me to be at my best. He wants me to waste my time and limited resources with his forces."
"Hmm... That is a rather brilliant tactic. I shall leave with the others soon." Razorclaw says and walks off to gather his troops.
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Meanwhile in a deserted alleyway, a small orange and silver humanoid robot waits, seeming to be annoyed with the task. "Why was I sent on this task? Boss knows I got more important things to do, especially with this war looming. He could have at least sent Mainframe, she can get around quicker then any of us." He says to himself in what could be best described as a Bronx accent. After a moment, the blue Condor Garboil lands in front of the mech. "You certainly took your time didn't you? The boss is a very busy mech, you know. Spending all his time with those fakers, or whatever they want to be called, and their frosty acquisition."
"You should know as well as any of us, Hard Drive, that good information takes time to gather. Our "bosses" as you like to refer to them, only want the best. The new Megatron is about to make his move, and Galvatron's forces are already in position. Scourge seems to be especially on edge about this battle. The new Constructicon, Hightower, seems to be planning something involving Nebulan City, but what those plans are neither Howlback or myself have been able to get hold of. So tell your boss to be prepared if he shows up. Megatron is growing annoyed with Howlback and my presence and our benefactors. Though he may suspect something, but if he does he hasn't followed up on it." Garboil reports.
"Eh, if he is anything like the Megatron from the stories I've heard, I doubt it. Only reason he's a better choice then Galvatron is that he is sane."
"I doubt all the stories are accurate. Information can degrade over time if it isn't carefully preserved. I think he is legit, and the leader we are waiting for."
"Whatever ya say, birdie. I'm sure the boss will be interested in whatever Hightower is going to try. I had best get back. Boss gave me explicit orders not to get involved in this fight." He grumbles. "So I need to leave before the fireworks starts or I might get caught up in it."
"Not like you could do much against these odds anyway. Right now, your more important staying in the shadows. Let the others wear themselves out, we will act when the time is right." Garboil replies before flying off, leaving Hard Drive to make his way back to Nebulan City on foot, so as to not be noticed.
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In another part of Deceptitropolis, Hightower, in vehicle mode, travels away from Trypticon "I helped save them back on Cybertron, but still I am excluded. They have yet to realize what I am truly capable of. Trypticon will be trouble, just like Omega Supreme. Unlike that big oaf though, I'm not gonna be able to sabotage Trypticon. But Nebulan City has the next best thing. A trump card that will surely earn me Megatron's praises!" He laughs to himself.
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"So, it begins..." Galvatron muses to himself, in one of his moments of sanity, as he looks down from his balcony, seeing the Predacons and other beasts making their way toward Trypticon. "It might actually be fun, it's been too long since I've actually tasted battle. I almost hope that this faker will put up a decent battle. At least long enough for me to satisfy me before I rip his power core out." He chuckles softly, grinning at the thought. "Yes. Make your way to me. I don't want to be disappointed. Maybe you'll even put up a better fight then Zarak. That was such a glorious battle, wasn't it?" He cackles and says to someone else in the room as he turns; looking to the remains of Zarak, which have been framed, in a dark corner. He almost sounds like he expects the corpse to answer. "Don't worry, soon you'll have a friend to join you, and you wont be so lonely anymore!" He laughs, his pitch growing higher as he slips back into his insanity.