Chapter 10
Three years later - after the revival of Cybertron
Megatron's red optics scanned his surrounding from where he stood. His spark chamber rattled vigorously, as he saw the place where he was in was nothing but a void of darkness that stretched forever. Where…am I? the place gave him the creeps and it was in his nature not to be easily scared. For the first time in a long time, he felt a strong revulsion of fear.
What is this place…and what's with that music!? Panic erupted in his chamber; his auditory senses was suddenly filled with a gentle, but eerie, sweet classical orchestral music from a baroque period. He tried to look for its origin, optics darting to and fro, but he could neither find the source of the music nor even a single being on this vast, endless, lifeless empty field.
"No…stop…"
"Why should I?" a deep and very familiar voice spoke behind him. Megatron slowly looked behind him and his optics widened in terror. The music reached a crescendo of heavy violin strings as the tyrant came face to face with Unicron. The dark lord's horrifying body, covered with thorns and spikes, loomed over him; his violet terrifying piercing eyes looked down on him like he was nothing but a bug.
Megatron gasped and fell down to the ground. Fear overtook him and he tried to flee but the dark cybertronian lord hovered and leaned close to his face.
"No matter what you do, even if you remove the dark energon within you, I will always be right inside of you…and there's nothing you can do about it!" the voice rasped cruelly to his ears and Megatron let out a dreadful scream.
Iacon – Cybertron
Megatron gasped hard as his red optics opened. He was lying on a steel bed; he felt its cold on his back. The unpleasant music was gone; in its place was a low humming of air condition. The void had disappeared and the former tyrant looked around at what seemed to be an infirmary.
"Ah, you're awake." A dull tone rang beside him and he slowly turned to his left. The familiar form of the autobot medic, Ratchet, stood behind a console; his blue optics were looking through a holo-screen that was displaying Megatron's brain module activities.
"Looks like my theory is correct. Draining dark energon via an extractor has done the trick." He then shifted his blue optics to the tyrant's face which showed an abstracted look. "You can start by saying thank you."
But Megatron was lost. Ratchet's clinic? How did I end up here? He slowly turned to his right and saw a large window. Outside, interstellar ships in different variety of sizes littered the sky. He watched as some were just arriving, while others were departing. Memories then flooded his brain module and it made him groan in pain.
"I-how did I-"
"How did you end up here? Funny story actually." Ratchet shut down his console and stood beside Megatron. "Three years ago, one of the aerial vehicons found you on one of Cybertron's moons. We also found the remains of Airachnid…can you remember what happened?"
In an instant, the memory flashed before Megatron's red optics of what had transpired. After watching Optimus Prime dive down to the Well of Allsparks, he began to exile himself. He had planned to stay on one of the moons of Cybertron; there he would live, undisturbed and all alone. However, when he landed on Cybtertron's moon, known as Krytia-2, he met one of his former decepticon members: Airachnid and her accursed insecticon army.
Megatron reminisced on everything. Airachnid was infected with dark energon mixed with synthetic energon. A bloody battle ensued between the tyrant and the former torture expert and he eventually won- ...but he was bitten by her. He felt the phantom pain of her bite on his right forearm. It made him frown in disgust.
"Hmm, well at least you destroyed a potential threat and averted a deadly pandemic." Ratchet snorted in a callous manner. Megatron made a simple side-glance at him.
"You treated me for three years…why didn't you kill me during those years?" the former decepticon leader asked and it made Ratchet stop in place.
"I was tempted, but I didn't," the autobot medic turned to him and cast his cold, resentful, blue optics over the other. "I may have killed some of your minions before but that was during war. The war is over and we won against Unicron. Your faction was disbanded, just like ours. A new council is now leading Cybertron, and I just hope it will bring more peace," Ratchet said and frowned in acrimony before he added: "You're a patient, Megatron, and I don't harm my patients."
Megatron understood his words. A deeply regretful sigh escaped past his lips. "I see. Thank you then, doctor."
Ratchet clenched his fist; anger seeped inside of him. The tyrant who killed many of his friends was sitting in front of him and yet he couldn't hurt him. The final words of Optimus echoed within his mind. All sentient life was capable of changing their attitude and character and Megatron wasn't excluded from that fact.
The door whisked open and another familiar autobot entered the infirmary. Megatron watched Bumblebee, the veteran scout, walk in to stand beside Ratchet. His blue optics stared at the tyrant in a cautious manner.
"How was he, Ratchet?" he asked the doctor without removing Megatron from his sight.
"He's fine. Knockout and I's experiment on draining the dark energon from him was a success."
Megatron looked away from the judging optics of Bumblebee.
"Then its ok for me to say this to him. Megatron, by the decision of the council, you're hereby exiled from Cybertron, together with the remaining forces of decepticons."
Exile only? Megatron's optics hardened as he made a side-glance back again to Bumblebee.
"Not execution?"
"Don't tempt me," Bumblebee muttered with animosity, unfazed by the tyrant's glare. "I fought for your rights. Optimus wouldn't want you executed. I proposed for you to have a life sentence only, but the new council really wanted you and your kind to get off of Cybetron," the scout said in a calm manner and Megatron detected a hint of animosity in his tone. But the tyrant only looked away with a serious face.
"You should've executed me," Megatron whispered in a depressing voice. Bumblebee's bold façade changed into a sad frown. His lips curled downward, for he was distraught at the reaction of the former decepticon leader. Even though Megatron had killed a lot of cybertronians, Cybertron was still his home. And now he lost it. He had nowhere to go.
"If you can walk, come outside. They've already round up the remaining decepticon forces and they're schedule to leave Cybertron today."
Iacon Space Port – Outside the Nemesis
The morning sun cast an ephemeral glow across the space port of Iacon. The place was filled with loud sneering and curses coming from the freed cybertronians as they all watched a long line of decepticons sympathizers moving slowly towards the opened doors of the Nemesis. Some of the cybtertronians even threw tools or trashes to the minions while others howled degrading or bad words in their own dialect.
Megatron watched the long line of vehicons entering the Nemesis. A grimace formed in his lips; but he wasn't saddened at the current state of the vehicons or sympathizers of the decepticons. They chose to follow him and, now that he lost, they shall bear the consequences of their choices, just like what he was doing right now.
"You can stay, Megatron, you know. Live in prison where you can be treated fairly under a life sentence," Bumblebee said in a low inviting voice. The tyrant just glanced at him before he spoke.
"No. I don't deserve Cybertron anymore. This is no longer my home." With sincerity in his red optics, Megatron started walking towards the ship. The crowd went silent as the tyrant stepped out to the tarmac; despite being defeated, Megatron still sported a daunting and terrifying aura. Everyone had felt it at first; however, his cruel fate imminently played out.
"Fascist scum!"
"Murderer, murderer!"
"You don't deserve to live!"
Words of curses, jests and horrible words were thrown at him but he didn't falter walking; his expressionless face and red optics were locked on dead at the opened hangar doors of the Nemesis. Cybertron is no longer my home, for I'm the one who destroyed it...the shameful thought lingered heavily inside his brain module, but the tyrant didn't show any remorse. All of the actions that he had done before had lead him to this cruel fate. This was his action's consequence and his punishment for his sins- and it was the last thing that he was holding for himself, for it was the only thing that reminded him of Optimus Prime, his only dear friend.
Nemesis – Bridge
After the walk of shame, Megatron entered the Nemesis's bridge. A strong reminiscing look of doom formed on his face. The Nemesis bridge, the ship's most important part...how many heinous plans did he conceived here? Plans to destroy planets and murder innocent life forms? The tyrant had lost count, but it must've been endless; now he realized that the bridge looked so ominous and unwelcoming.
"Megatron—this is Bumblebee." The comms rattled loudly, cutting him off his from his dreadful reverie. "You seem to be alone on the bridge."
"Yes. I'm planning to fly this all by myself."
As to where…I don't know. Megatron turned around and saw his elevated chair that looked so much like an evil cursed throne. A pang of guilt filled his spark chamber once again.
"Ok then…I wish you all good luck on finding a new planet."
"Thank you." Megatron's words sounded hollow and empty but before the autobot scout asked anymore, he cut off his comms. The tyrant sat on the throne and summoned a navigation holo-screen. "Activate Auto-Departure and Take Off," he commanded and the ship's AI immediately got to work. Vibrations reverberated through the hull and Megatron felt the ship slowly rise from the ground and ascend towards the sky. The tyrant glanced to his right and watched as the City of Iacon slowly move further and further away until it was nothing but a faint image on the surface of the planet.
Outside Cybertron
Megatron looked to the window from his chair. The planet Cybertron was now just a mere dot against the darkness of the universe. His red optics watched as it slowly shrunk into nothingness with sadness in his spark chamber. "I did this to myself. I deserve this," he muttered in a dejected manner and moped for a moment.
"Activate Auto-Pilot. Set a course to…" the tyrant paused. Where would he and the others go now? Where would he live together with the sympathizers? He didn't know yet but he knew that some of them might be plotting to attack Cybertron once again or probably planning to conquer another planet. A realization dawned on him: the remaining forces of the decepticons were inside this ship. They were the very symbol of hate and oppression and he'd been the one who created it, so it was very fitting that he be the one that would spell an end to the decepticon faction.
"Set a course…for the sun, ram it in full speed," he commanded and the ship's AI navigation turned towards the sun. A faint, enlightened smile spread on his lips as the tyrant exited the bridge.
Nemesis – Stasis Pod Deck.
The stasis pod deck was, unsurprisingly, the place in the Nemesis where all of the stasis pod were put. All of the remaining decepticon forces and sympathizers were inside the stasis pods: frozen and asleep. The door opened and Megatron walked in with a slow manner. The humming of the stasis pods filled his auditory senses as he silently walked to an opened unit and lay down inside.
"Good night to the gentle night-" he whispered in a somber manner as the stasis pod hissed and closed. Good night, my dear friend Optimus Prime. Megatron calmly breathed the sleeping chemicals and closed his red optics; a faint, defeated smile formed on his lips as the tyrant resigned to his fate and entered into an eternal slumber.
Realm of Nothingness
Where am I? Megatron's red optics opened and dark; an endless void greeted him again. The place was empty, both of life and objects. However, his spark chamber shook as his auditory senses were suddenly filed with a sweet and foreboding classical music. His optics widened in fear as he recognized the infernal orchestral piece.
"My puppet, Megatron."
Megatron leaped away after the raspy voice of Unicron whispered to his left auditory receiver.
"No! I am no longer your puppet!" Megatron raised his fusion cannon but the figure disappeared and the Dark Lord's voice began to echo loudly around him, together with the classical music.
"Oh but I'm always right behind you…forever and ever." Unicron sneered and laughed crazily. The tyrant's optics darted everywhere, trying to find the Dark Lord's figure so that he can defeat him. He growled; anger appeared on his face as he tried to hide the dreadful feeling of being controlled by Unicron once again.
"Shut up. I am not your puppet. Not anymore!" he screamed loud and clear through the void against the deafening orchestra that seemed to play in an endless loop.
Nemesis – Stasis Pod Deck
Megatron gasped sharply as his red optics opened. The music was gone and was replaced by a loud alarming sound, a message flashed in red was displayed in front of him.
'Warning: Power source failure; Stasis Pod is shutting down'
A power failure? Megatron, still lost, touched the surface of the glass. The message disappeared and his stasis pod immediately whisked opened. The alarming sound disappeared and silence suddenly filled his auditory senses. The tyrant sat upright first and scanned his surroundings. The stasis pod deck was empty, the low humming coming from the machines reverberated beside him; however, he felt something was wrong.
"Did we—hit the sun already?" he asked and groaned achingly while he slowly stood up and began to walk.
Outside the deck, Megatron walked along the still corridor. The lights were still on and it gave the corridor a ghostly appearance; the air around the tyrant was calm yet eerily cold as if time was suspended all over the ship.
"The bridge." There might be a problem in there, he thought after he saw the door of the bridge (which softly whisked open automatically after it detected his presence).
The tyrant entered and paused by the throne in the middle of the bridge. Just like the corridor and stasis pod deck, the place was filled with uncanny quietness. The computers and consoles on the side were all dead and unresponsive. The wide bay windows in front only showed nothing but an endless dark void. He noticed something, however, when he moved closer to the window. "Blinds, they're activated…what happened here?"
"That I would like to know, Lord Megatron."
The sound of another voice made Megatron turn sharply to his right. A loud bang cut through the deathly silence and the tyrant's red optics widened as pain crawled through his entire body. Megatron gasped achingly on the floor. He looked down and saw a large hole on his right knee joint; his lower right leg was almost detached.
He darted, looking at the corner where the shot had come from and stopping short. A familiar figure slowly emerged from the darkness from behind a console. "No-! Starscream?!"
Starscream, the former 2nd in command of Megatron's decepticons, stood above him with a energon gun clutched around his left servo. His right servo held a small, snow globe toy with an angel inside. Megatron locked dead on him; his red optics were strained, achingly, as he watched the seeker commander put down the angel snow globe on the console on his left.
"It's nice to see you, Lord Megatron." Starscream rasped the words, in a disgusted manner, and eyed mockingly the tyrant.
"Starscream-! You're here too-!? But how-?"
"I was imprisoned after Cybertron went back to life. I was left almost dead by Predaking; it's a good thing that Knockout repaired me." A low deadly sneer escaped his lips as he pointed his gun again and fired. Megatron yelped as the energon bullet hit his right shoulder, paralyzing his right upper limb. The tyrant struggled as he tried to lift his fusion cannon but he couldn't.
"Don't bother, I made sure you won't fire your fusion cannon at me."
Starscream hovered and Megatron shot a glare at him.
"Why are you doing this-?" he barked the question and the seeker commander stared right at his optics. The questioned seemed to put him off for a frown immediately formed on his grey face.
"You led us into war for millennias. You made us believe in our cause, that we were right and they were wrong. And then you betrayed us, you abandoned us!" he shouted while he moved towards one of the consoles and took out a long metallic rod. "Despite all of my betrayals and treachery towards you, I actually believed in the cause of the decepticons, I actually believed you!" Starscream forcefully swung the rod and hit Megatron on the side of his head.
The tyrant slumped on the floor and gasped in anguish. Believed me…? Starscream, as far as Megatron could remember, was the most treacherous member of the decepticons. He was so ambitious that he was willing to kill him just so he could take over his leadership- and yet what he heard from him had completely startled him. Despite being angry, he could not detect any lies in his voice. The hateful angry words, the fury in the seeker's red optics, were all real.
"Star-scream-!" Megatron raised his left servo, only to cry in anguish as the Seeker commander hit his left forearm; a crack resounded through the room. I've been so blind…I never thought-I should've asked him all those times. A remorseful feeling erupted in his spark chamber. The tyrant then tried to move away and Starscream chuckled evilly.
The sight of Megatron, limping away from him was so beautiful and satisfying. All those years of living under his shadow and bearing the anger from the humiliation that Megatron had given to him, seeing the tyrant whimpering in pain had given so much pleasure. "So…any last words?" I want more… with a belittling grin he raised his rod once more.
Megatron glared at him, bitterly realizing that he would die by the seeker's hand. "If you're going to kill me…just kill me," the tyrant said in a defeated manner, making Starscream's right brow twitch. Fury returned in his red optics as he scowled at him. He let out a deafening scream of anger as he swung his rod... only to be pushed to the wall.
Megatron looked to his left and was startled to see Soundwave, one of his loyal Decepticon member, standing and covering him. "Soundwave-!" Megatron called but the loyal soldier only stared daggers at Starscream, who recovered and raised his gun again.
"That's quite enough, Starscream."
A gentle voice suddenly cut through bridge making everyone stop. Who's that? Megatron scanned the bridge again, looking for the source of the new voice.
"Up here, Megatron."
The Tyrant then looked up to the console and saw a strange sight. The snow globe angel was now floating in mid-air. Soundwave back away and summoned his tentacles. Starscream, however, clicked his tongue in disappointment at failing to kill Megatron. The tyrant only stared in disbelief as the object hovered in the air for a moment before it landed on the console again.
"Let's all be calm now, shall we?"
Nemesis – Captain's Quarters
An hour had passed after the tragic event with Starscream. Soundwave slowly supported Megatron with his right arm over the other's shoulders. They stopped in front of a door which automatically whisked open. The captain's quarters was a room dedicated only to Megatron. During the war, the room served as the only place where he could find privacy for himself. However, this was the first time in a longest time that the tyrant ever saw his room.
Not much had changed. "Soundwave, I understand that you built this room for me, am I right?" Megatron asked as he sat down on the side of his large metallic table. He groaned after the soldier touched the wound on his right shoulder. "I-completely forgot that I have a room."
A low amused chuckle escaped his lips and the intelligence officer only nodded quietly.
"Sir, permission to enter your room?" Megatron glanced at his door and saw another familiar member of his former army. Shockwave stood by the door and waited for his command.
"You may enter Shockwave," he smiled calmly. The scientist entered the room and began to report. "The engines are working and running; however, it seems that we may have lost control of every major system around the ship."
Is it because we somehow hit the sun? Megatron thought and looked away; however, the decepticon scientist noticed his reaction.
"Lord Megatron. Regarding the Navigation System, I noticed that the final coordinates entered in there had led us into Cybertron's sun. I analyzed the flight pattern and I saw that you'd directed the ship towards it at full speed…may I ask why?"
Megatron slowly turned to Shockwave and showed a hardened, though sad, frown.
No use to lying to the decepticon's 1st lieutenant of scientific endeavors. A defeated sigh escaped his Megatron's lips.
"I was planning to commit mass suicide."
The words flowed heavily out of Megatron and it made Soundwave turn his visor to him again. Shockwave only stood still for a moment before he took a single step back, in shock.
"May I ask why you wanted to do that?"
"Because…the cause of the decepticons is gone. I finally felt it, experience it. Being oppressed, controlled against your own will. I realized that the lifeforms that we killed before, they must've felt the same horror that I dealt with…only under my own hands. I no longer have a home, I don't even deserve one. I am now a monster without a name." He looked down and saw that his servos stained with energon and then faces of cybtertronians and lifeforms that he had killed flashed before his red optics. The tyrant only closed his optics and gritted his teeth against the terrifying image.
Soundwave and Shockwave looked at each other after noticing the tensed aura surrounding him and they took as a sign that they should leave.
"Lord Megatron, we shall take our leave. We will deal with all of the problems that will occur today. Please rest, my liege." Shockwave and Soundwave bowed; however, Megatron called to them again.
"Soundwave, Shockwave, please don't call me 'Lord Megatron' from now on… I am nothing but a passenger. You two are now free."
What? Shockwave was unable to understand what Megatron had meant with his words but he didn't ask anymore. "Understood," he only said and left. Soundwave, however, was stuck for a moment by the door. Startled... that was the expression he was feeling right now. He wanted to question those words; however, the tyrant looked away from him. Soundwave didn't bother asking him again; he turned around and left without making a sound.
The door closed and the peaceful ambiance returned. Megatron leaned on the hull on his left and rest his head against it. He let out a low panging moan and took a mouthful of air. Finally, he could have peace for a moment.
"Now that we're alone, we can finally introduce ourselves properly."
Megatron shot his red optics at the table. The familiar snow globe angel was sitting on top of a working desk. Its frozen smile were directed to him. The tyrant frown in alertness.
"Who are you?" Strange, I can feel a strong tremendous presence coming from that object. Megatron observed the object more. It looked like a cheap toy back in the human world, one that you could buy from novelty shops. The angel slowly looked up to his red optics.
"I am a friend, Megatron, and I'm here to help you."
Help me? "Well, I don't need your help. I don't think you can even help me at all…what are you anyway?"
The porcelain angel tilted her head to the right, slightly. "To the lifeforms of this universe, I was called God; but I have many names. I am a being higher than Primus and Unicron."
What? Megatron couldn't believe what the porcelain angel had said but she continued on. "Primus and Unicron were born from me. I control the wheels of Samsara and the fate of every living beings in this universe."
Primus and Unicron were born from you…then you're the One? Megatron had heard of 'the One' before during the time when he was still a gladiator back from the Pits of Kaon. Gladiators, during those time, usually prayed to their deity, Primus, for protection. However, some were praying to the most supreme being called 'the One' for a promised victory. A skeptical frown formed on Megatron's face.
"I don't believe you," he said in a dark tone and the porcelain angel's smile faded and was replaced by a dark, malevolent, frown.
"And you're free to do so. I have watch you, Megatron. You took millions of millions of lives as if it was nothing before."
Megatron's red optics widened in guilt, but the angel thundered more. "I've been tolerating you and your lost sheep for so long. And now, you'll receive my help, whether you like it or not!" A sharp zap burst from the keypad beside the door. Megatron looked behind him and saw smoke coming out it; then, he heard a loud metallic thud coming from the door.
"Did you lock me in?"
"And now…you'll meet another friend."
Megatron darted back and saw the porcelain angel raise both of her hands. A disgusting black miasma-like blob formed in the middle and shot out of the glass dome. It suspended in mid-air for a moment before it burst into another cybertronian being.
"Wh—what-!" Megatron stumbled back as his red optics locked on the new being inside his room. No-it can't be-!
The tyrant took a step back as the figure of Unicron, now the same height as him, grinned evilly and looked back at him. "Hello again…little bug." The Dark Lord took a step forward and the former Decepticon leader howled in fright and raised his fusion cannon in panic. The purple beam traveled and destroyed the figure only for it to reconstruct and stood in front of him again. "It's not use, Megatron. Unicron is revived as good…now then about my help-"
"HOW'S THIS CALLED HELPING!?" Megatron frenziedly shouted as he punched the door, only for it not to open automatically. Fear spread in his spark chamber; he then raised his fusion cannon again and fired at the door. NO-No! The door didn't budge; Soundwave must've built his room to be last resort fortress and he was horrified as he realized that he was trapped inside together with the most dangerous being in the entire universe.
"Tsk, tsk…how ungrateful of you, Megatron." The angel clicked her tongue. The surround speaker above the room suddenly crackled and then a sweet orchestral music flooded the room. Megatron's optics widened in horror; the lovely orchestra music…was exactly the same music that had haunted him in his dreams. He realized it as he remembered its title from before when Soundwave was archiving information regarding human history and music.
"Lovely. Air on the G 'String' in D major by Johann Sebastian Bach…I say, Soundwave has a good taste in music."
"No!" Megatron hit the door with his fist, attempting to call anyone from the outside world; however, the infernal the music only increased, drowning his screams of fright. The tyrant then jumped away and fired his fusion cannon at Unicron but to no avail. The being only materialized in front of him and grabbed him by his neck.
"Heh…pathetic." Unicron sneered in a mocking way and threw Megatron like a rag doll against the hull. "No one will hear your screams, Megatron…" the Dark Lord whispered and Megatron crawled helplessly towards the table. "Make him stop!" he commanded in hysterics, he took the snow globe angel and held it to his face.
"No. Not until you confess to your sins."
Megatron howled and threw the snow globe at the hull. It shattered into tiny pieces. He turned around again and jumped back in fright as the snow angel materialized on the table again, this time her face etched an angry, dark grin.
"Wh—what are you!?" The decepticon leader whimpered as he took a step back and hit the wall of his room, optics wide in horror. Unicron moved and took the snow globe angel into his hands; they both turned to him and said in unison: "Like I said…I am a friend. And you need 'help', friend."
Megatron screamed in fear as the dark lord and the snow globe angel cornered him. His scream of dread echoed loudly through the soundproof room but, unfortunately, no one would ever hear him as Bach's Air on the G String baroque piece covered his tortured cries for help.
Nemesis – Prisoner's Cell
Soundwave looked to his left after he heard a faint sound of someone screaming; however, after he performed a quick check, he could no longer detect it. He turned to his front again and looked down on Starscream, who was now sitting inside his own jail cell frowning and giving him and Shockwave taunting dirty looks.
"I only did what I needed to do," Starscream growled but Shockwave quickly retorted: "Illogical, you almost killed Lord-Megatron."
Shockwave paused in mid-sentence after he remembered what Megatron said to him. He was still pondering why he had said that.
"Megatron is trash and a traitor-" Starscream was cut off when one of Soundwave's tentacles shoot and slammed him against the hull.
"Stay-silent, inferior," Soundwave harshly said but he felt Shockwave tugging his left servo.
"Let us not waste our time with him. There's trouble in the stasis pod deck," the scientist decepticon said after he silenced the warning system flashing on his holo-screen on his right arm. Soundwave gave one last threatening glance at Starscream before he walked away and closed the cell door.
Stasis Pod Deck
"Shut up! You dinobots better be ejected out of space!"
"No you, shut up! You tiny constructicon!"
Curses and loud voices engulfed the stasis pod deck as Shockwave and Soundwave came into view. They saw some vehicons exiting the room and saluting them while others were standing by the hull, watching the commotion happening on the far corner of the deck. The two officers went there and stopped after they saw two groups, baring their fists against each other.
"Look, can you just listen to us for just one second!?" Grimlock berated in a furious manner while the leader of the constructicons, Scrapper, snorted irritably and crossed his arms over his chest.
"To your lies!? Ha! This is a decepticon warship. It's no place for autobots like you!"
"Yes, I understand that this dreadful ship is no place for us Dinobots; we didn't choose to be here. We were included on the list of cybtertronian to be deported, we just happened to be put on this ship!" Grimlock reasoned heavily, protecting his precious team of dinosaur transformers.
But the leader shook his head in indignation. "Heh, you could be a spy!"
"Yeah!" Hook agreed and glared suspiciously at the dinobots. "They might be planning on how to sabotage our ship!"
"Do you actually think we could pull that off when you guys are here!? You all must be pretty weak if you think that way…" Swoop said with a smug smile, fueling the fire more. The constructicons gasped in ire and humiliation.
"Now you've done it-!" Scrapper was about to punch Swoop; however, a loud gunshot disturbed the fight. They darted their optics towards Shockwave, who had fired his cannon on the air.
"Enough. It's illogical to continue fighting," the scientist said as he loaded his left cannon. "The dinobots will be put into a jail cell, and there you'll stay until I interrogate all of you."
Grimlock glared darkly at Shockwave; however, after a moment of thinking, he sighed dejectedly. "Alright. You got it, Shocky."
"It's Shockwave," Shockwave reminded flatly and then turned to Scrapper and his Constructicons.
"Heh, they deserve to be in jail!" Scrapper said triumphantly followed by Hook, who gave a dirty look at the dinosaur team.
"No, they deserve to be ejected to the space."
"I can do both of that to all of you."
The constructicons gasped as Shockwave landed his single yellow optic at them and glared. "As for the constructicons, for disrupting order here, all of them will also be put in the brig."
Scrapper gasped in shock and growled. "You can't do that- we're decepticon like- ack-!" the constructicon yelped as he was lifted by one of Soundwaves tentacles. The whole deck went silent and watched in terror as the creepy silent intelligence officer tightened his grip around the cybertronian's neck.
"Plea-ack!"
"Shut up, inferior," Soundwave rasped the words. His deep voice made everyone gulp down in fear. However, the silent decepticon felt a tug again on his left servo. He put down Scrapper (the poor constructicon quickly fled and hid behind one of the stasis pods) and glanced at Shockwave, who was looking at a holo-screen.
"Megatron has sent us a message," he said and displayed the message on Soundwave's black visor.
"He wants to be alone in his quarters. He also commanded us and everyone else not to disturb him, until he says so."
Soundwave glanced down at the message; his arms slumped down a bit which Shockwave had noticed. Is he sad…strange. The scientist shrugged off and turned to the vehicons on his left.
"Escort the prisoners and go to your stations after," he commanded and the vehicons saluted him. Soundwave only stood in silence and watched as the dinobots moved, followed by the constructicons. He was still pondering the message of Megatron, and wondered if he could help him in some way. However, nothing came up to his brain module and that made him lower his head and slump his arms.
Captain's Quarters – (8 hours later)
"And that should be the last message for today."
The snow globe angel looked at the holo-screen as the keyboard typed by itself. The screen shutdown after it sent its last message and the snow globe slowly turned and faced Megatron again. The former decepticon leader was lying on the floor, whimpering in hurt and Unicron stood above him.
"Are you ready to confess?" the snow globe angel looked down and smiled gleefully. Megatron didn't answer at first, which made Unicron raise his right servo and cast a bolt of violet electricity. The decepticon leader screamed in agony, which was again deafened by baroque classical music of Bach.
"We can do this all day, Megatron."
Help me…somebody. Megatron weakly raised his head and looked up. "Help me…Orion…" he muttered softly. He wanted to move away, but he no longer had the strength. The music, together with the pain...his vision swayed and fogged. He was so disoriented that he mistook Unicron for his dear friend, Orion Pax.
An amused grin formed on Unicron's face. "It looks like he's ready."
The snow globe angel grinned wickedly as she commanded the Dark Lord to carry Megatron to the metal slab. The tyrant gasped for breath and looked directly at the snow globe angel. "Do you want to know why you're suffering Megatron? It's because you deserve it."
The decepticon leader stared with his weak red optics. He wanted to move and get away but his limbs were sore and heavily injured. His feet were bent at a weird angle while his whole upper body felt numb. He slowly curled his lips down and nodded in agreement. "Yes…I deserve this." he muttered weakly and eventually he gave in and confessed after he realized no one was going to help him.
Woo-hoo! New Chapter!
Here we go guys! This chapter and the succeeding one are connected. They are two parts which will tell us on where was Megatron and the rest of the Decepticons! The title, if you would noticed was called 'In Flagellis Caedi (please do tell me if this latin words are incorrect, I only used Google translator.) In english it means the Scourging. The two chapters will be all about Megatron's confession which was in a form of a Scourging (You know who else who was scourge? Jesus Christ.)
So what do you thing? Does Megatron deserve to be punished? Despite having a violent opressed background, do you think its ok for him to be hurt and tortured for all of the things that he had done? Well, in my place, I don't know! I don't judge people.
Special thanks to dropout-ninja for beta-reading!
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