The citadel fortress of Kolkular loomed before Optimus Prime, its towering walls a testament to the power and might be held within. The air crackled with tension as he approached the massive entrance, the heavy doors groaning open to reveal a dimly lit interior. He stepped inside, his audio receptors catching faint echoes of distant footsteps and the low hum of machinery.
"Megatron?" Optimus called out, his voice resolute yet tinged with a touch of longing. "Megatron?"
From the shadows emerged a figure, tall and imposing, his crimson optics gleaming with a mixture of sarcasm and defiance. It was his former brother-in-arms, Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons. He wore his battle scars with pride, a constant reminder of the path he had chosen.
"Oh, let me guess," Megatron sneered, his voice dripping with bitter irony. "You want me to...let this dark past go."
Optimus Prime's optics locked onto Megatron's, unwavering in his determination. "I hoped I would find you here," he said, his voice filled with hope and sadness.
"Get out!" Megatron bellowed, his anger boiling over as he grabbed a goblet from a nearby table and hurled it at Optimus. It sailed through the air, narrowly missing its target as it shattered against the stone wall.
But Optimus Prime remained unfazed, his resolve unshaken. He stepped forward, undeterred by the outburst. "Megatron, we must bring this to an end," he implored, his voice calm yet filled with urgency. For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the faint sound of dripping water. Megatron's optics darted between Optimus and the floor, his silence a shield against vulnerability.
"Megatron, please," Optimus continued, his voice softening with a tinge of desperation. "Talk to me. We could always talk here."
The weight of the memories pressed upon them both, memories of friendship and camaraderie amidst the chaos of their war-torn world. Optimus couldn't help but let a gentle smile grace his face as he recalled one particular memory.
"This place...so many memories," he mused, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "I remember the time you...switched the heads of the Primes in the Temple of Primus."
Megatron's expression softened ever so slightly, a flicker of recognition crossing his features. Optimus pressed on, his voice filled with genuine warmth.
"If I recall correctly, you were there switching heads along with me," Megatron told Optimus Prime.
"No, that was you," he insisted, shaking his head. "I didn't do that."
A hint of a smile played at the corners of Megatron's lips, his optics narrowing as he remembered the truth. "Oh, yes, you did," he countered, his voice laced with amusement. "You put the Scraplet on the pillar, and the pillar on..."
"On the tribute." Optimus Prime finished.
Recognition dawned on Optimus Prime's face, his own memories aligning with Megatron's words. "Yes," Megatron replied, a mix of nostalgia and anger coloring his voice. "And the priest thought it was a horrible omen and didn't consume Energon for two months. Alpha Trion was furious with me! You were always getting me into trouble," A soft chuckle escaped Megatron's vocalizer, a rare display of mirth. "But then...you were always there to get me out of trouble again."
Megatron's voice hung heavy in the air, filled with a mix of longing and regret. "Hmm. Why can't things be the way they were before?"
Optimus Prime paused, his optics scanning the area until they fell upon a small, three-year-old sparkling mech. There was a striking resemblance, a glimmer of familiarity that tugged at Optimus's spark. Megatron, ever observant, noticed his enemy's diverted attention and grew suspicious.
"What are you looking at?" Megatron demanded, his tone laced with guarded curiosity.
Optimus Prime's voice trembled with a mix of astonishment and uncertainty. "Is that...?"
Before he could finish his sentence, the young sparkling spoke, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "F...Father?"
Megatron turned abruptly, his optics widening as he beheld the sight before him. Fear surged through his circuits, the protective instincts of a parent kicking in. He swiftly moved toward his son, scooping him up in his arms, an unspoken declaration that no harm would come to the child. His child.
"Megatron, wait!" Optimus called out, his voice filled with urgency.
Optimus chased after Megatron, their pursuit leading them to a dead-end. Megatron stood, holding his son tightly, his optics filled with a mixture of defiance and apprehension. Optimus Prime came to a halt, his gaze shifting from Megatron to the sparkling cradled in his rival's arms.
"Megatron?" Optimus spoke softly, his optics locked on the sparkling. "Why do you have a sparkling?" he asked.
Megatron paused, a deep breath filling his audio receptors as he prepared himself to answer. "To answer your question," he began, his voice filled with a hint of vulnerability, "The sparkling is my son, and I am a father now."
Optimus Prime's surprise was palpable, his optics widening in disbelief. "You have a son?"
A rare flicker of tenderness crossed Megatron's features. "Yes," he affirmed, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and sorrow. "His mother is Firestar. My beloved. My sparkmate. My Queen. My son's name is Orion Eclipse."
The revelation left Optimus speechless, his processor reeling with the weight of it all. Megatron had named his son after him, after the time when Optimus was known as Orion Pax, a symbol of their lost camaraderie and shared brotherhood.
"You...you named your son after me?" Optimus stammered, his voice laced with a mixture of surprise and confusion.
Megatron's expression softened, a bittersweet smile touching his lips. "Yes," he confessed, his voice filled with a mix of sorrow and longing. "To remember the brotherhood we once shared...before you betrayed me." He said with a sad and angry tone of voice.
Optimus Prime shook his helm, his optics searching for the right words. "I never...I never meant to betray you," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "I understand you're still angry with me. But Megatron, we have to end this war. We have to find a way to make a peace treaty before it's too late."
Megatron's optics hardened, his conviction unyielding. "No," he replied, his voice tinged with resignation. "It's already too late, Prime. But know this: I am not the only one who has become a father. You, Optimus, have sired a daughter with Elita-One, have you not?"
A shockwave reverberated through Optimus's core, disbelief etched on his face. "How did you...?" he began, unable to finish his question.
Megatron's crimson optics gleamed with a mixture of triumph and malice as he delivered his sinister revelation. "Soundwave informed me of Altair Comet's birth after I sent him to spy on you," he declared, his voice dripping with calculated menace. "Do not worry, though, 'brother'. I won't go after your sparkmate and your child...yet."
Optimus Prime's optics narrowed, a flicker of concern shadowing his determined expression. "You leave my family alone, Megatron," he growled, his voice resonating with unwavering resolve. A wry smile curled Megatron's lip plates as if relishing the opportunity to assert his dominance. "Oh, I will," he retorted. "As long as you leave my family alone and stay out of my way."
In the midst of this volatile exchange, Orion's voice pierced the tense atmosphere. "Father? It's so dark in here. I'm scared," whispered Orion Eclipse, Megatron's young son, his voice trembling with fear. Megatron's optics softened as he turned his attention to his frightened offspring, gently reaching out to comfort him. "Shh, it's alright, Orion. I'm here. I'm here," he reassured, his voice filled with a rare tenderness. Yet, his gaze quickly shifted back to Optimus Prime, his expression hardening once more.
"You shouldn't have come here, Prime," Megatron spat, his voice laced with a mix of disdain and fury. "You and I both know that this war won't be over until we either destroy one another or defeat one another."
Optimus Prime met Megatron's glare with unyielding determination. "I know, Megatron," he replied, his voice tinged with weariness. "But I don't want your son to grow up in a war as much as I don't want my daughter to grow up in this war." As Orion trembled in the background, Megatron's optics bore into Optimus Prime with a seething intensity. "Get out. Leave me and my family alone," he hissed, the words a venomous command. Optimus Prime's features softened, a flicker of sadness crossing his face. He knew that their ideals and paths were irreconcilable, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret. "But we have to stop this war," he pleaded, his voice laden with the weight of responsibility.
"No," Megatron growled, his anger palpable. "I hate you. You've brought me nothing but suffering, and I hate you. I will not be dictated to by the likes of you, Optimus Prime. Now leave. NOW." A profound sorrow clouded Optimus Prime's optics, and he nodded slowly, accepting the futility of their discourse. "Okay," he murmured softly. "I will leave. Goodbye, my brother."
A tremor of anguish passed over Megatron's face, but he swiftly suppressed it. "Don't. Call me. Brother," he spat with finality, his voice heavy with bitterness.
With a heavy heart, Optimus Prime turned away from the anguished scene, departing from Kolkular and returning to Iacon, the capital of the Autobots. The path ahead remained shrouded in uncertainty, but he vowed to continue the fight for peace, hoping that one day, the war between Autobots and the Decepticons could and would end so that Cybertron will be saved and restored to its former glory.
Later at Megatron's residence of Darkmount, the air was heavy with tension. Firestar, Megatron's loving and caring sparkmate, approached him with concern etched across her face. She could sense that something troubled him deeply. "Megatron, are you feeling alright?" Firestar inquired gently, her optics fixed on his weary frame. "You came home with Orion Eclipse looking both sad and puzzled."
Megatron let out a weary sigh, his crimson optics dimmed with a mix of sorrow and introspection. "Well...I came across Optimus Prime today," he confessed, his voice laced with a touch of resignation. Firestar's optics widened in surprise. The leader of the Autobots was an enemy they had clashed with countless times, their battles marking the eons with tales of destruction and rivalry. "Did you fight?" she asked, her voice filled with a hint of apprehension.
Shaking his head, Megatron replied, "No. We did have a bit of conversation...remembering the old days. But then he discovered our son with me, and then I told him to leave, which he did. But...before leaving, he told me something that I've been pondering about." Firestar's curiosity piqued, and she pressed him further. "And what would that be?" she inquired, her optics fixed on his face, searching for answers.
With a heavy sigh, Megatron admitted, "Prime said that he doesn't want his daughter, Altair Comet, to grow up in this war, and he said the same thing about Orion Eclipse." His fists clenched involuntarily, his frustration palpable. "As much as I'd hate to admit it...he's right. This war is very dangerous...and I don't want our son to grow up in it, regardless of whether he's meant to someday inherit my leadership of the Decepticons."
Firestar took a moment to absorb Megatron's words, her spark aching for a solution that would preserve their family's future. With a thoughtful expression, she finally spoke, "Hmm. Let me think for a moment." Seating herself beside Megatron, Firestar allowed the silence to envelop them, her processor working tirelessly to find a glimmer of hope. And then, as if a ray of sunlight had pierced through the darkness, a smile illuminated her face. "I've got an idea," Firestar declared, her voice laced with determination. "What if...we get our son to become playmates with Optimus Prime and Elita-One's daughter?"
Megatron's optics widened in astonishment, disbelief etching itself across his features. "What?!? But darling, they're our enemies," he protested, his concern for their safety overriding any inkling of optimism. Firestar reached out, gently placing a servo on Megatron's arm, her optics gleaming with unwavering resolve.
"We won't endanger our son," she assured him, her voice brimming with conviction. "What I'm trying to say is...we could get Orion Eclipse and Altair Comet to become best friends. If our plan succeeds, then we can make a peace treaty with the Autobots. We can put an end to this brutal war until our son inherits the throne. Orion and Altair might be the key to ending this war and bringing forth a new Golden Age."
Megatron's optics flickered, torn between the weight of his past and the glimmer of hope presented by Firestar's words. The idea seemed audacious, almost impossible, but in the depths of his spark, he recognized the potential for change, for a future where their son could grow up free from the ravages of war. Megatron's doubts lingered in the air, his mind fraught with the weight of responsibility and the fear of losing their son to the ravages of war. Firestar, ever the voice of reason and strength, placed a reassuring servo on his arm, her optics filled with unwavering belief.
"Our plan?" Megatron questioned, his voice laced with uncertainty. "But Firestar, how can you be so certain that this will work? What if our son ends up becoming enemies with Prime's daughter? I don't want to lose our boy, especially during a civil war on Cybertron."
Firestar's spark radiated with determination as she met Megatron's gaze, her voice brimming with unwavering conviction. "Do not worry, Megatron," she soothed, her words carrying the weight of her unwavering faith. "We will find a way to make things right. I know that our son will become a good leader in your place one day. I can feel the good in him, and I can see that our son has the potential to lead Cybertron toward peace."
Megatron's optics flickered, torn between his fears and the glimmer of hope that Firestar's words offered. He longed for a better future, a world where their son could thrive without the burden of a never-ending conflict. Yet, the risks seemed insurmountable, and the path they were embarking upon held no guarantees.
"But..." Megatron started, his voice trailing off as the weight of his doubts threatened to overwhelm him. Firestar silenced his doubts with a gentle gesture, placing a servo against his lips. "Shhh," she whispered, her voice filled with love and reassurance. "You had a long night. It's time we recharge. We'll continue this discussion tomorrow, my love."
Megatron's optics softened, his gaze locked with Firestar's. At that moment, he found solace in her unwavering belief and the love that bound them together. With a nod, he acknowledged her wisdom, realizing that they needed time to rest and reflect.
As they made their way to their private chambers, Megatron couldn't help but feel a spark of hope flicker within his chest. Though uncertainty still gnawed at him, he trusted in Firestar's intuition and the unbreakable bond they shared.
Tomorrow would bring a new day, filled with challenges and possibilities. And as Megatron settled into recharge beside Firestar, he allowed himself to believe that, together, they could shape a future where their son would find his own path, one of peace and unity.
In the quiet embrace of the night, Megatron and Firestar found solace in each other's presence, drawing strength from the love that bound them. Tomorrow would be a new beginning—a chance to defy the expectations of their roles, bridge the chasm of enmity, and forge a destiny where their son, Orion Eclipse, and Altair Comet could be the catalysts for change, heralding a new era for Cybertron.
Firestar and Megatron retreated to their chambers, seeking solace and rest after their intense discussion. Firestar's idea of bringing their son, Orion Eclipse, together with Optimus Prime and Elita-One's daughter, Altair Comet, to foster a friendship and potentially pave the way for a future peace treaty weighed heavily on their minds. It was a daring plan, one that held the promise of ending the Great War and ushering in a new era of unity and harmony.
As they settled into their recharge cycles, Megatron found himself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. Fear, doubt, and regret intertwined within his spark, casting shadows over his rest. The weight of Optimus Prime's words echoed relentlessly in his processor, reminding him of the dangers and hardships that awaited their children in a world consumed by war. It was a truth he couldn't deny, no matter how much he wished to shield Orion Eclipse from such a grim reality.
Throughout the night, Megatron was plagued by restless dreams, visions of a future where his son and Altair Comet stood on opposing sides, their bond shattered by the divisions of their heritage. The thought of losing his family, of witnessing the devastating consequences of their actions, gnawed at his core. Sleep eluded him, his mind consumed by worries, sadness, and regret.
As dawn broke, Megatron emerged from his recharge chamber, weariness etched upon his features. The sleepless night had taken its toll, leaving him physically and emotionally drained. Recognizing his state, Firestar took charge, assuming the mantle of leadership while her husband sought respite.
With Firestar at the helm, guiding the Decepticons through the daily challenges and responsibilities of their cause, Megatron retired to a secluded corner of Darkmount. Seeking a moment of solitude, he allowed his frame to recharge, hoping to regain some semblance of strength.
Meanwhile, Knockout, their trusted ally, tended to Orion Eclipse's needs, providing care and companionship in the absence of his parents. The young sparkling, oblivious to the turmoil that consumed his father's thoughts, played and laughed under the watchful gaze of the Decepticon medic.
The passing hours proved arduous for Megatron, his weariness seeping into every fiber of his being. The weight of his doubts threatened to overwhelm him, his heart heavy with the realization that the war they waged would inevitably leave scars upon their family.
In the depths of his weariness, a glimmer of determination flickered within Megatron's optics. He couldn't allow fear to dictate their path. With renewed resolve, he rose from his resting place, ready to face the challenges ahead. The dream of a Golden Age, a world where their children could flourish without the specter of war, burned brightly within him.
As the day unfolded, Megatron joined Firestar, his presence radiating strength and purpose. Together, they would find a way to navigate the treacherous path they had chosen. With their son's future in their hands, they would confront the perils of the Great War, seeking a resolution that would bring about lasting peace and justice.
No matter the hardships that lay ahead, Megatron was determined to protect his family, to ensure that Orion Eclipse and Altair Comet could grow up in a world free from the shackles of conflict. And as he stepped forward, ready to face the challenges that awaited him, he clung to the belief that love, compassion, and the power of unity could overcome even the darkest of times.
Megatron stayed up all night due to the troubled feelings he was having, so he felt very sleepy the following morning. He was so exhausted that Firestar had to lead the Decepticons while Megatron was recharging. So Firestar told Megatron to just have the day off and sleep because he stayed up all night due to insomnia. Megatron had some Energon for breakfast and Firestar put a blanket on her conjunx-endura while he recharged on his berth. As for Orion Eclipse, Firestar told Knock Out to take care of him while she was busy with work. After Megatron rested, he was now fully recharged before he went to check on Firestar.
Megatron's gaze met Firestar's, a flicker of nostalgia in his optics. "Remember back when I saved your life?" he asked, his voice carrying the weight of their shared history.
Firestar's optics sparkled with recollection as she looked into Megatron's eyes. "I do remember that," she replied, a gentle smile forming on her lips. "You saved me from that giant metal beast when I fell in the arena at Kaon. In that moment, you showed how much you cared for my well-being."
The memories washed over Megatron, the adrenaline of battle, the fierce determination to protect the one he held dear. "I couldn't just stand idly by and let that beast maul you," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. "You mean the world to me."
Moved by his words, Firestar leaned in, pressing her lips against Megatron's. In that embrace, they found solace, their love for each other surging through their sparks.
"I love you," Firestar whispered, her voice filled with both affection and hope. "And I know that one day when this war is over, we can restore our planet. Perhaps our son will inherit the throne, becoming the leader who will guide our people toward peace."
Megatron's expression grew contemplative, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "You know that I intend to fulfill my ambitions of ruling Cybertron through peace through tyranny," he stated, his voice searching for understanding. "Don't you realize that, my love?"
Firestar nodded, her gaze steady and unwavering. "I know that, Megatron," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of empathy and conviction. "I know that you won't rest until the Autobots are destroyed. Our faction seeks revenge on them for the oppression we have endured for far too long. I wanted them to pay for how they've treated fembots. But sometimes, violence and revenge aren't the solutions to our problems. The least we could do is offer a peace treaty."
A cloud of uncertainty hung over Megatron as he absorbed her words, conflicted emotions battling within him. "But what about our plan to raise our son as the future leader and peacekeeper of both sides?" he asked, his voice laced with doubt. "Isn't that what you wanted for our son's destiny?"
Firestar's optics softened, her voice gentle and reassuring. "You're right," she admitted, a touch of regret coloring her words. "I almost forgot about that. Forgive me, my love."
"There's no need to apologize, my Queen," Megatron assured her, his voice steady and full of determination. "We will find a way to make things right someday. And I promise you that when this war is over, no fembot will ever be oppressed or discriminated against again. Our people, who have suffered under Autobot tyranny, will find freedom. I may not always agree with you or your opinions, but I admire your wisdom."
A sense of understanding passed between them, mutual respect for their differing viewpoints. Firestar's voice carried a hint of admiration as she spoke. "And I admire your thirst for equality," she expressed, her voice filled with warmth. "I may disagree with your goal of destroying our enemies out of revenge, for what they have done to us.
But I understand your hatred for the Autobots, considering how they have cat-called, harassed, and taken advantage of me and my female friends in the past. However, I promise you that we can raise our son to become a compassionate and just leader." Megatron reached out, his servo caressing Firestar's cheek with tenderness. He smiled at his mistress before he kissed her.
Later that night, at the citadel fortress of Kolkular, the Decepticon Royal Family was ready to recharge for the night. The soft glow of the moon bathed the room as Firestar tucked her son, Orion Eclipse, into bed. The young adolescent sparkling, with his golden exterior and a spark of pure gold within him, nestled himself comfortably as his mother pulled the soft blankets over his form.
"Alright, Orion Eclipse. It's time for bed," Firestar whispered gently, her voice filled with warmth and affection. But as she turned to leave, Orion's voice halted her in her tracks. "Mom?" Firestar turned back, her optics softening with love. "Yes, dear?"
"Can you sing me a lullaby, please?" Orion requested, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. A tender smile graced Firestar's lips. "Of course, my sweet son."
Leaning down, Firestar planted a soft kiss on Orion's forehead before she began to sing. Her voice, melodious and enchanting, wove through the air, creating a tranquil atmosphere that lulled Orion into a deep and peaceful recharge. As the final notes of the lullaby dissipated, Firestar gazed upon her slumbering son with a mix of adoration and protectiveness.
With a heavy sigh, she reluctantly left Orion's berthroom and sought her own much-needed recharge beside her conjunx-endura, Megatron. Little did she know that this would be the last time Orion Eclipse would hear her sweet voice or see her warm smile.
The next day dawned with an eerie air of uncertainty. Firestar was nowhere to be found, having mysteriously vanished without a trace. Megatron, her loving and fiercely loyal partner, wasted no time in mobilizing his troops, determined to locate his missing Queen. The Decepticons scoured the planet tirelessly, their search permeated with a mix of fear and urgency.
It was Shockwave, the ever-analytical Decepticon scientist, who unveiled the chilling truth. Firestar had been kidnapped, and taken away from them against her will. A note, left by an anonymous captor, provided no name but served as a cruel reminder of their loss.
Fury surged within Megatron, and his accusatory optics turned towards his eternal adversary, Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. Convinced that the Autobots were behind Firestar's abduction, Megatron stormed into their territory, demanding the immediate return of his sparkmate or else face dire consequences.
Yet, Optimus Prime stood his ground, his voice laced with solemn truth. The Autobots had not kidnapped Firestar. Confusion and frustration mingled within Megatron's core as he grappled with the enigma that surrounded Firestar's disappearance.
Undeterred by the lack of answers, Megatron and his devoted Decepticons persisted in their search for their Queen, determined to uncover the truth behind her vanishing act. And it was during this relentless pursuit that their worst fears were realized.
The charred remains of Firestar's broken body were discovered, a grim testament to her tragic fate. The anguish that consumed Megatron was immeasurable, his spark shattered by the loss of his beloved mistress. Knock Out, Breakdown, Soundwave, and Shockwave, who had come to hold Firestar dear in their own unique ways, shared in his sorrow.
Now, a grief-stricken and vengeful Megatron stood on the precipice of a conflict fueled by pain and loss. The loss of Firestar had left an indelible mark on his spark, and the Decepticons would not rest until her memory was honored, and those responsible faced the consequences of their actions. The mournful wails of engines echoed through the desolate landscape as the Decepticon armies gathered to bid farewell to their fallen Queen. Firestar, the once radiant and beloved presence in their midst, now lay lifeless on a raised platform, her form adorned with regal armor and symbols of her noble lineage. The air crackled with an air of sorrow as sparks flickered with grief, their vibrant colors dulled by the weight of loss.
Megatron, his frame hunched with anguish, stood at the forefront of the gathering. His optics, once filled with fiery determination, now reflected a darkness that mirrored the void left in his spark. The loss of Firestar had shattered him, turning his once-majestic presence into one of unyielding despair. The fiery passion that had fueled his every move had been extinguished, replaced by a cold, unforgiving resolve.
As the flames consumed the platform, transforming Firestar's body into ashes, the Decepticons mourned, their cries of anguish filling the air. Megatron's voice, usually commanding and fierce, was now laced with a haunting sadness as he spoke, his words carrying a weight that reverberated through the ranks.
"Today, we bid farewell to our beloved Firestar," Megatron's voice carried, its timbre filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "Her light may have been extinguished, but her memory will forever burn bright in our sparks."
The funeral rites complete, and the Decepticon forces dispersed, leaving Megatron alone with his grief. From that moment on, his focus shifted entirely to the protection and guidance of his only remaining solace—his son, Orion Eclipse. The loss of Firestar had fueled within him a fierce protectiveness that bordered on obsession.
Years passed, and as Orion grew, so did the chasm between father and son. Megatron, consumed by his need to ensure Orion's safety and his determination to mold him into a formidable leader, became overbearing and suffocating in his methods. Every decision, every move, was a calculated act of shielding his heir from the pain he himself had endured.
Yet, the weight of Megatron's overprotectiveness strained their relationship. Orion, longing to forge his own path and prove his worth, found himself shackled by his father's unwavering control. The once-close bond they shared had fractured, their interactions were fraught with tension and conflict.
Megatron, blinded by his own grief and the bitter desire for vengeance, failed to see the toll his actions were taking on his son. Orion, longing for independence and recognition, resented the suffocating hold that his father had placed upon him.
Several long years had passed since Firestar's demise, and Orion Eclipse, now a young adult, stood at the precipice of his own destiny. The training his father had imparted upon him had sculpted him into a formidable warrior, a prince of the Decepticons. But the shadows of the past loomed heavy over their fractured relationship.
Megatron, once the embodiment of power and dominance, had become a mere shell of his former self. The spark that had once burned with fury now smoldered with resentment, pain, and a burning hunger for vengeance. He vowed to avenge the death of his beloved Firestar, fueling his actions with a relentless pursuit of justice and Megatron would do anything in his power for justice or vengeance. No matter what.