Galvatron: Unleashed!
Chapter Two: The Unleashing
The Decepticon ship landed on the dark side of Cybertron's moon. Megatron disembarked first, followed by his subordinates.
"This way." Megatron declared, pointing to the east.
"If I may be so bold, master." started Blitzwing, speaking through his calm blue face. "Why are we here?" Suddenly, he switched to his angry red face. "And why are we not getting our revenge on those miserable Autobots?" As usual, the crazy black face had the last word. "Or are you planning for us to just moon them? Get it? Moon? Get it? Hahahahaha!"
"On the contrary." smiled Megatron. "Revenge on the miserable Autobots is exactly why we're here."
The group walked for some time, before Megatron came to an abrupt stop. Placing his hand on the ground beneath him, he smiled once again.
"Lugnut." he boomed. "Come here."
"What do you wish of me, my liege?" fawned the cycloptic sycophant.
"Use your punch, Lugnut." Megatron patted the ground. "On this exact spot."
At once, great one!" Lugnut blindly agreed.
The other Decepticons retreated a brief distance, as Lugnut's arm began to change. His claws folded away, and an explosive warhead emerged from the centre of his arm. Lugnut then lunged toward the ground, the impact setting off the warhead, resulting in a massive explosion. The ground then cracked and shattering, giving way beneath him.
"Aaagh!" cried Lugnut, falling into the crevice.
"Decepticons, follow Lugnut!" called Megatron, leaping into the crevice, with his followers right behind him.
After what seemed like an eternity, they landed in the centre of a large dark room, devoid of light.
"Good work, Lugnut." Megatron told his minion, who bowed gratuitously. "Shockwave!"
"At once, my liege." called the tall, one-eyed Decepticon, as red lights streamed from his shoulders, filling the room with a crimson hue.
"What is all this, my lord?" inquired Obsidian. "Are we actually inside the moon?"
"Yes and no." declared Megatron. "Yes, we are inside it, and no, it is not a moon. This is an artificial satellite, built before any of us ever came online.
"But how did discover this, sire?" asked Shockwave.
"In my time, I have discovered many ancient datatracks from Cybertron's past." reminisced Megatron, as his optics scanned the room for something. "One that I had uncovered deep in the ruins of Crystal City actually pre-dated Autobot history."
"How can that be?" asked Ravage.
"I do not now." admitted Megatron. "But our top data analysts confirmed it's authenticity. It spoke of the creation of this artificial moon, intended to act as a prison."
"A prison for what, my liege?" inquired Lugnut.
"Not what." grinned Megatron, having finally found what he was looking for. "Who."
Megatron's hand gripped a large lever, and pulled it down. A moment later, and the room was filled with bright, white light. One of the walls rose up, revealing an ancient-looking Transformer trapped inside a metal ring. A green energy field enveloped his whole body, holding him fast. His armor was purple, corroded, and covered with strange symbols. His right arm boasted an orange-barreled laser cannon. His head was topped with three large horns, as if he were wearing a crown, and his optics glowed a deep, burning red.
"Galvatron." Megatron spoke, in a tone bordering on reverance. "The first Decepticon."
To Be Continued...
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