The Black Cells
Ned blinked as a figure with a torch stepped up to him. His eyes cleared to see Varys the Spider looking down at him.
"Lord Stark. You must be thirsty." Varys crouched down and lifted a waterskin.
"I promise it's not poisoned." He took a drink to prove his words. Ned took the waterskin and drank from it.
"What happened to my daughters?" Ned asked, wanting to know what happened to his daughters.
"Your youngest seems to have escaped, the Kingsguard tried to get her but couldn't get past the Decepticons, their ruckus caused your daughter to escape the Decepticons' sight." Varys answered, Mychal called out the kingsguard for entering the institute without permission which caused Arya to escape in the first place.
"Sansa was taken prisoner. The queen will keep her close, the rest of your household, dead I'm afraid." Vary said to him.
"And Robert?" Ned asked, seeing Robert alive again and dying in his son's arms hit him personally.
"King Robert has passed this time, somehow the milk of the poppy made him see thing when they were cleaning him up, they said he woke up and went for his armour and hammer" Vary said to him, recalling what everyone in the castle is talking about Robert brief return,
"At least he is at peace now" Ned said, feeling Robert would rather die fighting then in bed.
"Indeed. The aftermath was beyond what I could imagine, though I must confess that I don't like the sight of blood." Varys informed Ned before leaning forward and asked in a serious tone,
"May I ask what madness drove you to confront the queen about the truth of Joffrey's and Mychal's birth?" Varys asked him,
"…it was the madness of mercy, I thought she would love her son to accept him over the other…that she accepts him to save her children" Ned answered,
"There are few forms of love stronger than a mothers love for her children, it is also the innocent ones who suffer" Varys said, Ned looks at Varys.
"Why didn't you tell me about Mychal is last for the throne" Ned asked him, such knowledge would have changed things.
"I thought you know already, the hand always kept important parchment in his table" Vary shrugs at the mention of Mychal line for the throne, Ned narrows at Varys.
"Why would you sign that parchment?" Ned asked why Varys would sign it to make it impossible for Mychal to inherit the throne.
"We all had to sign it under the king's orders, I have nothing against the young man, quite the opposite but Robert fury knows no bound against his son" Varys said, having no choice but to sign it, if all the council sign it then he himself have to as well.
Ned grunts, taking another drink, wishing it was wine.
"You know you're a dead man Lord Eddard" Varys said, Ned looks at him.
"Cat still has the Queen's brother" Ned said, knowing he's alive because Tyrion is held hostage.
"The wrong brother and lost him as well" Varys said, Ned gaps at that but signs.
"Then slit my throat and be done with it" Ned said, rather be dead and rot in here.
"Not today my lord" Varys said, standing up to leave.
"Tell me something Varys" Ned calls out, Varys turns to face him.
"Who do you truly serve?" Ned asked, recalling Mychal's words on Varys.
"The realm my lord" Vary answers,
"Targaryen, Baratheon now Lannister, how many rulers must die as the realm bleeds?" Ned asked him, Vary serves the realm but everything involved with him causes the realm to bleed.
Varys looks at him in shock.
"Until the day the ruler makes the realm prosper" Varys said, although it was more to himself then Ned as he walked away with Ned watching him.
Decepticon Institute
Arya walks down with the other students down the halls with a hood covering her face, she is walking with the other students as they follow the Decepticons Knights down the hall.
The two knights stop, which causes the students to stop, Ser Rion looks ahead as he sees one of the other Decepticon down the hall, giving him a quick look he nods as does Ser Rion.
"We're clear" Ser Rion said, Maria nods turning to the students and Syrio, who followed them.
"Alright everyone, this isn't how we were going to do it but we were pressed for time, today is the day you became Decepticons" Maria said, as everyone smiled and were going to cheer.
"Shhh shhhhhh, Not so loud" Maria stops them before they could celebrate, as she gets their attention.
"Now this is a secret, you tell no one" Maria said as she pushed a stone out of place, then pushed another stone to push it apart.
The students looked shocked at the secret entrances.
"Syrio always enjoys this part," Syrio said as he opened the wood door behind the hidden entrance.
"This way my blades" Syrio leads though we each follow into the dark passage.
"This is exciting," Nesse said, walking side by side with Arya.
"An adventure, finally" Arya said in awe, finally going on an adventure she dreamed of.
The students all get excited as Syrio picks up one on the torch lighting up the hall, as they follow Syrio till he opens the last door.
Inside was a great hall, filled with many young students of the Institute, rows of young adults standing in line straight as Syrio led them in their position.
"Stand up straight" Syrio gets them in line as they look up the stage with many of their teachers and knights surrounding them.
Arya is amazed at what she sees, standing straight she sees some of her teachers standing around the students as all the young adults talk and look around.
BlAAAMMM
BLAAAAAM
Until the bell is heard making them all stop as they look up, see more fire light up the area, brighten the hall as they all look up to see the leaders of the Decepticons standing there.
Edward Snow with his animal companions on the side, Ravagers and Strike Beak on his shoulder, standing on the left side. On the right was Garth Flowers with all his maester chains holding a big book.
But in the middle of them is their leader, in his armour as he walks forward, revealing Mychal Baratheon, leader of the Decepticons.
"All hail, Mychal, our leader" One teacher called out, as everyone cheered, seeing their leader standing before them.
But Mychal raised his hands, calming them down as he watched them.
"Young initiates, it brings me great pride to see how far you come, how much you have grown" Mychal said looking at everyone here.
"Many of you live in the city, while some of you came from as far as the south can go, to the far North" Mychal said, looking at a few members in the Initiate, giving Arya a quick look before presenting to everyone.
"But your past no longer holds you, for today you became part of something much bigger, today I initiate you all in the ranks of the Decepticons" Mychal said, as everyone smiles and some cheered,
Mychal smiles at that, happy that the location is too deep for those outside to hear, as he raised his hands to quiet them down.
"Now repeat after me" Mychal called down, as they all stood to attention.
"I pledge my unquestioning loyalty to the Decepticon cause" Mychal yelled,
"I PLEDGE MY UNQUESTIONING LOYALTY TO THE DECEPTICON CAUSE" Every Institute repeated.
"I shall devote my soul to achieving our goal of a Decepticon control home" Mychal called out
"I SHALL DEVOTE MY SOUL TO ACHIEVING OUR GOAL OF A DECEPTICON CONTROL HOME" Every Institute repeated.
"And annihilate all who stop us from our rightful rule" Mychal yelled at triumph, everyone feeling his energy.
"AND ANNIHILATE ALL WHO STOP US FROM OUR RIGHTFUL RULE" Arya yelled with all Institute declared, never felt more fulfilled than before, as teacher and knight came down holding full bags of metal.
"Welcome brave Decepticon, your destiny awaits" Mychal welcomed them all as everyone cheered, all walking up as the teacher gave each and every one a metal piece with the Decepticon symbol.
Arya walks forward to Sasha, who winks at her before holding her hand out, Sasha gives her a purple metal piece with the symbol of the Decepticon. Arya looks amazed at it, as she rubs the cool metal looking to see all her friends showing off their metal as Arya smiles joining them.
She is officially a Decepticon.
"Now bleed into it, close it tight in your hands" Mychal shows as all the adults show to use the sharp metal on the symbol to bleed, all students cut themselves on the metal and drop their blood on it.
Arya winces at the cut as the blood hits her Decepticon symbol, to her amazement the symbol turns purple in the palm of her hand.
"This piece can only be forged by a Decepticon, your blood is now a part of your symbol, it will only maintain it true colour in your presences alone, add it to you self or keep the piece, but remember the oath you took, and the colour of Decepticon, that's how you tell a true member from those that imitate us" Mychal warns them, the metal is made by Garth Flowers, the metal react to the type of human blood, changing it colour to purple.
Decepticon symbols maintain their colour while the person is warm and alive, when they die the symbol's colours fade, or if stolen the colour will fade unless returned to its rightful owner. For once it bleeds the symbol only reacts to those who bleed on it.
Mychal warns them, with the symbol now, the Institute knows they are worthy of the brand and the oath with it.
"Now you will gather with your teachers, my young Decepticons will now begin the journey to adulthood in their new path" Mychal called out, as the teacher of the Institute now called Decepticons to follow their teachers, Arya was about to follow Syrio but Edward grabbed her.
"What, hey Lord Mychal said," Arya tries to say but stops to see Edward Snow stop her, Edward leads her to Mychal, her new leader.
"Arya Stark, congratulations on joining us, but we had issues we need to address with your family" Mychal states as Arya nods, knowing her family is in danger.
"I am ready for anything, Lord Mychal" Arya stands tall, Decepticons don't bow or kneel to their leader, they stand tall, proud and ready.
"Excellent, your first mission is to get out of King's Landing," Mychal said to Arya's shock.
"What?! But my father and Sansa are still captured, we have to resume them" Arya said to him but Mychal held her down.
"Sansa is betrothed to my brother and your father is in a black cell, the rest of your house were killed" Mychal said as Arya got mad, something Mychal saw.
"I know you're angry, but if you're spotted you soon join your family in chains or in death" Mychal looks at Arya eyes, as she understands the risk involved.
"But your father wouldn't want you to die or be captured for him," Mychal said, holding her shoulder as Arya looks down, knowing her father would want that.
"Right now you need to leave King's landing, right now they are locking down everything to find you" Mychal warns her, standing straight to face Arya.
"Arya Stark, as your leader, I'm ordering you to return home to your family, warn your Brother, Mother or anyone what happened and secure the north" Mychal orders her as Arya nods but looks confused.
"Why secure the north, we already have the north?" Arya asked, as Mychal nodded.
"This is true but right now we are in civil war, all will those that fight will leave their home undefended, when you return to your family you must remind them of why they fight and who they need to protect the most" Mychal said to her, Arya looks surprised at what Mychal saying.
"I'm trusting you Arya to protect the north by any means, can I trust you to protect the north? to protect your home?" Mychal asked her, looking deep in her eyes as Arya felt small at such a big task in front of her.
"I'mmmm not sure" Arya looks down, a shame that not living up to her leaders expectations but Mychal smiles.
"You will not work alone Arya, you're a Decepticon, we always look after our own" Mychal reminds her as Arya nods, feeling better knowing she has support.
"Then I'll do it, I will find my family and protect the north for the Decepticons" Arya declares to him, Mychal smiles in pride.
"Excellent" Mychal said as one of the Decepiticon knights Lamar follows behind them, Mychal nods to him.
"Take her to get change, then go to one of our inns, until preparations are made" Mychal orders him, Lamar nods.
"Yes my lord" Lamar stands straight to him,
"Lamar will protect you on your journey until we figure out your way home, but right now we need to change you," Mychal said as Arya looked at herself.
"What do you mean?" Arya asked, Lamar looked at her hair.
"Cutting your hair, changing your clothes, calling you a new name so no one finds you" Lamar explains to her, she nods but stops,
"What about Nymeria?" Arya asked, her dire wolf she was training with, taking in class and everything with her direwolf, Edward nods to Mychal as he nods as well, Arya turns to Edward as he hand signs with Mychal translating.
"Your partner is outside the city now, remember your training, but be careful, many will know it is you with Nymeria" Edward hand signed to her with Mychal voice as Arya nods, remembering the commands and training to call and dismiss her dire wolf.
"We can't let Joffrey get his hands on you, dead or alive" Mychal said, getting a smile from her as the she-wolf Decepticon follow Lamar to hide until they can safely get her out, as Mychal watch all the young decepticons follow their path to their future, Garth Flowers walks to his leader.
"Mychal, the city is on lockdown, but the Night Watch will leave soon, they won't expect a girl leaving for the watch" Garth suggested with Mychal nodding as he walks out of the underground hall.
"The funeral should be happening soon" Mychal said, having the late king's body prepared for the funeral with Death Watcher help as the ceremony should start soon, Mychal best make his way there.
"Mhhhhhggggg" Edward grunts which get Mychal's attention as he turns to see Edward looking at him.
"What is it Edward?" Mychal asked him, Edward signed to him.
"Why did we save the Lannisters?" Edward hand signed, only Mychal, Garth and few others know.
"Yes forgive me, but I fail to see the logic behind it, we had a chance to destroy the throne easily" Garth said, seeing how they could have overthrown Joffrey and Cersei right there but didn't and completed Mychal's goal to destroy the throne.
Both are asking why, as they stare at Mychal.
"It would be all too easy to simply take the throne, I would love nothing more than to crush my so called brother's head while that woman watch her favourite child die before her" Mychal said with closed fist, he was more than happy to crush the Lannister's in the city and take what was rightful this.
But that was Megatron's way of things; this life was Mychal Baratheon now.
"While I would destroy the throne it would lead to my enemies united against me" Mychal explains, while the Decepticon are strong, they are all over Westeros and even Esso, it can't take on the world.
Not yet, with everyone's obsession over that spiky chair.
"My enemies hide in the shadows as this war rages, with war come opportunity" Mychal said, war leads to everyone fighting and dying.
"While everyone fights we improve, slowly getting everyone to see why joining the Decepticon is best, when each side commits atrocities, we will offer safety and protections, more and more will come to my banner" Mychal said, offering those affected by the war a safe place in Decepticon territory.
"But the Lannister, Baratheon and many others are still out there, they would seek to destroy us" Garth said, Mychal had many enemies that would see him and everything he built destroyed.
"They would, but many more will seek our aid, saving Joffrey and Cersei earn me something no one will have" Mychal grins at them,
"What?" Edward hand signs asking.
"A debt to pay" Mychal grins with his teeth, after all a Lannister always pays his debts, as both Garth and Edward smiled in understanding
LINE
The following day King Robert was given his royal burial. Many court members headed to the Sept of Baelor to pay their respect. The centre of the room lay his coffin, dressed in his armor or what fitted at least, along with his tunic that held the Baratheon crest. He did not wear his crown. No, he wished to be buried in his helmet in his will. As the helmet covered most of his face and the antlers stood out. His war hammer rested on his hand where a king would caress his sword, while two stones with painted blue eyes rested on his face. He was ready to greet death as the Death Watcher would say.
Mychal stood to the side throughout the ceremony. Wearing a black suit with a golden belt that resembled antlers, the only thing he has that represents this Baratheon side.
Joffrey, Tommen, Myrcella, and Cersei stood to mourn for an hour or so until she told them it was time to go. Cersei took her children away but Mychal chose to say, as Cersei looks at him a look but nothing else as she nods, Mychal watches as nobles come to pay their respect and wishes. Many knew Robert during the Rebellion.
Mychal nods to them politely despite many of them knowing the relationship between the two, Then came what remained of the Small Council. Lord Baelish simply gave his condolences to Mychal, but the tone of voice was false to him, Maester Pycelle felt much the same.
The only person Mychal could believe that was senesce was Varys.
"In the beginning, your father did great things for the realm," Varys murmured to Mychal.
"Being dutiful against the Mad King." Vary recalls Robert's rebellion.
"And not kill you for serving, said Mad King" Mychal said, knowing Vary is brought to court because of the Mad king hearing his talents, talents that kept his head from Robert's wrath.
"True, for that I'm thankful" Vary said, knowing he could have been killed if Robert wanted to.
"Despite his…appetite, he did form a neutral stand for the kingdoms." Varys complimented.
"He may not have been the greatest king, but he wasn't a terrible king." Varys said to Mychal,
But Mychal disagrees.
"He did nothing during his reign that didn't involve war" Mychal said, Robert peace didn't improve or change anything, he just sat on his ass, drinking and whoring.
With that said, Varys left to let others pay their respects. It would be around Dusk when the High Septon came in, saying it was time to prepare the vessel for the Stormlands, Mychal nodded as he made sure everyone got ready before looking over Robert's coffin.
"Goodbye father" Mychal murmured before leaving with his men,
LINE
The coronation came and went the following days. Mychal watches as a crown is placed on the boy king's head. Joffrey's wicked grin was wider than ever before as Cersei looked proud of her accomplishment in putting her favourite child on the Iron Throne, Mychal smiles when she soon realised she lost all control of him when she put the crown on his head.
The ceremony was exuberant under short notice, after the 'interruption' last time. So far, Joffrey is behaving in front of court.
The following day, Joffrey summons a court announcement in paying respect to the men who helped him in his aid to becoming King. He sat on the Iron Throne, wearing gold. Cersei and her two-handmaiden standing behind her, while The Hound, Littlefinger, Varys, and Maester Pycelle stood on the other side. Five of the best or what's left of Kingsguard stood in front of them, a wall of gold and white, they will be getting new members soon.
On the throne room floor were many lords, but also Lannister guards. Mychal stood in the gallery observing with Edward, Garth and our own guards and acolytes, as Myrcella and Tommen stood next to Mychal.
Mychal puts his hands on both his siblings' shoulders in comfort, true they may be his half-siblings but he cares not, they his siblings, who they're related to doesn't matter.
Observing the show, Lord Commander Slynt stood before the King, Mychal smiles as Slynt looks nervous after Robert's return, his actions was called to question but he only kept his head due to Joffrey not officially been king but Mychal see Jano's isn't in a good place in his king's grace.
As Maester Pycelle made the declaration:
"It is also the wish of His Grace that his loyal servant, Janos Slynt, Commander of the City Watch… be at once raised to the rank of Lord…and granted the ancient seat of Harrenhal, and that his sons and grandsons shall hold this honor after him…until another proves there worth." Maester Pycelle announced a slight warning at the end.
Now Lord Slynt flinches at that, knowing it would happen as he bowed lower and quickly made his exit.
Through the gallery, Sansa was walking by with Lannister guards. She was no longer wearing her Northern garments. Instead she wore a southern light blue dress, her fiery hair restrained in a southern gown, and wearing a Lannister pendant. Joffrey mentioned he gave Sansa a necklace to soothe her worries about their engagement. However, it was not a Baratheon necklace of antlers. But of a lion instead. Proving Joffrey's loyalty to his preferred house.
"In the place of the traitor Eddard Stark, it is the wish of His Grace that Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West, be appointed Hand of the King." Pycelle continues reading off his parchment, nothing new there.
"Lastly, in these times of treason and turmoil, it is the view of the council that the life and safety of King Joffrey be of paramount importance." Pycelle finished the parchment.
"Ser Barristan Selmy." Cersei stood up, The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard stepped out of his position and faced the Royal family, and he knelt in respect.
"Your Grace, I am yours to command." He replied.
"Rise, Ser Barristan. You may remove your helmet."" Cersei said. Ser Barristan was baffled, cautiously removing his helmet.
"You have served the realm long and faithfully. Every man and woman in the Seven Kingdoms owes you thanks. But it is time to put aside your armor and your sword. It is time to rest and look back with pride on your many years of service." Cersei said to him, Members of the court gasp since it has never been done.
"Your Grace, the Kingsguard is a sworn brotherhood." Ser Barristan objects.
"Our vows are taken for life. Only death relieves us of our sacred trust." Ser Barristan said, something Mychal and the Decepticon can respect.
"Whose death, Ser Barristan? Yours or our King's?" Mother challenged.
"You've let my father die, or protect me from the attacks; you're too old to protect anybody."" Joffrey added, that wasn't fair with the dead king coming back to life and a new king was just crowned earlier.
"Your Grace-" the Lord Commander tried to explain, it was a hard day for everyone.
"The council has determined that Ser Jaime Lannister will take your place as Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. " Cersei said, Mychal raised an eyebrow, he doubts Jamie would like being handed the position like nothing.
"The man profaned his blade with the blood of the King he had a sword to defend!" Ser Barristan objects.
"Careful, ser," Cersei chastised, always defending her brother.
"We have nothing but gratitude for your long service, good ser," Varys announced. "You shall be given a stout keep beside the sea, with servants to look after your every need"
"A hall to die in, and men to bury me." Ser Barristan growled. He yanked off his white cloak tossing it to the ground.
"I am a knight. I shall die a knight." He removed all his accessories that could be easily removed.
"A naked knight, apparently." Lord Baelish taunted.
Everyone laughed except the Kingsguard and the Decepticons, as the Decepticons narrowed their eyes at those laughing.
All laughter ended when Ser Barristan drew his sword. Immediately the guards and knights drew their blades. Mychal watched, surprised by his action. Ser Barristan gazed at his surroundings until his eyes landed on Mychal.
"Even now, I could cut through the five of you like carving a cake!" The noble knight threatens before having a heavy sigh and tossing his sword to the ground.
"Here, boy! Melt it down and add it to the others." Ser Barristan the Bold turned and marched out of the throne room.
Mychal and the Decepticons laugh to themselves, keeping their laughs silent.
The knights sheathed their blades, as Joffrey turns to the smiling Decepticons.
"Brother, step forward" Joffrey said, everyone paying attention now to the Decepticons as Mychal walks forward.
"Joffrey '' Mychal nods to him, not kneeling or bowing.
"You knee to your king" Ser Meryn Trant draws his sword, Mychal glares at him.
"Enough Ser Meryn, he is the king's brother" Cersei orders him, Meryn and Mychal look at her in shock, Cersei never protects Mychal.
"It fine Ser Meryn, Mychal, you have protect both my life and our Mother, ask whatever you desire and if it's within my power it yours" Joffrey said, looking at Mychal, getting a raised eyebrow from the Decepticons and a few others in court.
"Thank you Joffrey, your gratitude is enough for now, all I ask is for the respect of the Decepticon cause, and that more would be discussed behind closed doors" Mychal said pleasantly as he can, giving Joffrey the look which Joffrey narrows his eyes, getting the message.
"Keep out of the Deception's business and will talk without others holding us back" the hidden message was there which Joffrey understands.
"Once this is over we will discuss it brother" Joffrey said with a smile as Mychal nods, turning back and joining the Decepticons.
"If any man in this Hall has other matters to set before His Grace, let him speak now or go forth and hold his silence." The steward said to them.
Silence engrossed the Hall, until Sansa came forward
"Your Grace." Sansa called out, getting the attention.
"Come forward, my lady," Joffrey greeted, waving his arm over, Sansa walked over and then gave a bow.
"The Lady Sansa of House Stark." The steward announced, Mychal watch the now hostage Stark join the court.
Mychal heard of the stark men been killed, her Sansa's Dire wolf Lady was killed as well, the girl has Mychal's pity.
"Do you have some business for the king and the council, Sansa?" Cersei asked kindly, giving a kinder attitude toward the child.
"I do," Sansa answered, bending down to her knees.
"As it pleases Your Grace, I ask mercy for my father, Lord Eddard Stark, who was Hand of the King." Sansa begs him.
"Treason is a noxious weed!" Maester Pycelle shouted. "It should be torn out, root-"
"Let her speak," Joffrey ordered calmly. "I want to hear what she says."
"Thank you, Your Grace," Sansa replied.
"Do you deny your father's crime?" Lord Baelish asked.
"No, my lords," Sansa calmly answered. "I know he must be punished…all I ask is mercy. I know my Lord Father must regret what he did. He was King Robert's friend, and he loved him. You all know he loved him. He never wanted to be Hand until the King asked him. They must have lied to him - Lord Renly or Lord Stannis or somebody… they must have lied!" Sansa said to them.
"He said I wasn't the king, why did he say that?" Joffrey recalled what Ned said.
"He was badly hurt," Sansa tried to explain. "Maester Pycelle was giving him milk of the poppy."
All eyes went to Maester Pycelle. The old man bit his lips, looking nervous, but it seemed fake.
"He wasn't himself. Like your Father the former King Robert, Otherwise, he would never have said it." Sansa said as most of the councillors flinch at the mention of Robert's actions in the past.
"A child's faith…such sweet innocence and Ned Stark did have the poppy." Varys complimented. "And yet they say wisdom often comes from the mouths of babes." Varys gave his wisdom.
"Treason is treason!" Maester Pycelle disagreed.
"Anything else?" Joffrey asked.
"If you still have any affection in your heart for me, please do me this kindness, Your Grace." Sansa pleaded.
Joffrey took a deep breath, complimenting this situation. After a moment, he looked at his betrothed,
" Your sweet words have moved me. But your father must confess. He has to confess and say that I'm the King… or there'll be no mercy for him." Joffrey said, Sansa paused, took Joffrey's words.
"He will." Sansa replied.
Mychal will give Joffrey credit in his acting, acting like a just king in the moment, but Mychal doubts they would be any mercy for Stark.
Joffrey doesn't see it but Mychal does, if he gives Ned Stark mercy then the North and King's Landing can settle this without war.
But this is Joffrey in charge; it would only lead to war.