"Prime." The voice of Megatron rang out as the last Autobot safe haven fell. "It's over, Prime. Surrender. Surrender or I'll crush you like I did your pathetic resistance."
Megatron's words rang out in Optimus' audio receptors as he fought with the Deception Leader in Iacon city, wounded and outgunned. "NEVER!" The bot roared as his fists slammed into Megatron's face, knocking the tyrant into a wall.
While Megatron was distracted, he ripped a piece of metal out from his abdomen- but as he tried to recover for a brief second, Megatron was charging him with an energon blade. Unable to dodge in time, the blade struck the wound on his abdomen, forcing him back as he screamed in pain.
"DIE!" Megatron lunged into the air, slicing down towards Prime to try and end the fight, but Optimus was quick this time - his fist met Megatron's side, knocking the bot onto the ground. Taking the advantage, Prime charged with his energon axe.
Seeing the attack coming, Megatron kicked Prime backwards, using the momentum to stand once again. "You have FAILED!" Megatron roared as he stomped Optimus' wrist to dust, "AUTOBOT CITY IS MINE, OPTIMUS! CYBERTRON IS MINE! EARTH IS MINE! THE GALAXY WILL. BE. MINE! Give up your pathetic fight, Pax. I'll give you a swift death."
"The fight isn't over, Megatron. Not. YET!" Optimus yelled out as he grabbed onto the bot's leg, using his remaining strength to hold Megatron down. If he could just keep Megatron here, if he could just hold out until Ironhide's detachment came back-
"Useless." Megatron spoke, sighing in defeat, kicking Primes hand away. "How many times have I offered you and your people peace, Pax? How many times have I requested your surrender? You forced my servos. You caused this, Orion. Not me." Megatron knelt down to the defeated Prime.
"Ngh- Not- Yet." Optimus weakly spoke, his hand shooting towards Megatron's face, weakly scratching at it. "You'll never win, Megatron- another will take my place-"
"You're wrong, Orion. The matrix chose wrong." And with that final sentence, Megatron's hand was thrust through the chest of Optimus Prime, tearing the matrix out. Optimus' optics went blank, and his frame went grey. Optimus Prime was dead.
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After the death of Optimus, Megatron's total victory was swift and brutal. The sight of Megatron wearing the matrix around his neck was enough to make the remaining Autobots surrender, and those who didn't were killed. Very few remained off-world, and those who weren't found went into hiding.
The total and complete subjugation of the human race quickly followed Megatron's victory, they were made slaves to harvest the natural resources of earth and build great statues to their Decepticon overlords.
After Megatron's victory, Starscream made a play for the crown - his final move in their long game of chess. Megatron finally got his checkmate, sending Starscream to be Insecticon food.
This story takes place a year - a cycle in Cybertronian time - after Megatron's domination of the Autobots.
"Soundwave. Report." Megatron's voice was full of boredom, his fingers tapped tiredly against the throne on his mobile battleship - The Revenge.
"The resistance ship we are tracking is… five clicks to the north. We shall arrive soon, Lord Megatron." The monotone voice of Soundwave came, the sound of his mini-cons arguing in the background.
"Good. The sooner we arrive at Cybertron, the better. I wish to see our prisoners again…" The sickening smile on the tyrant's face would make most men hurl. The torture of prisoners was one of the few things that Megatron could truly say he enjoyed. But one thing Megatron would enjoy more, would be if the resistance members he was tracking put up a fight.
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"They're on our trial, Ironhide!" The voice of Sideswipe came, a worried tone in his voice. Ironhide's crew had been hidden for cycles, unfortunately the planet they had been hiding out on was one Megatron had set in his view. They had been on the run ever since.
"I know that, Sideswipe!" Ironhide groaned, slamming his fist into the wall of their ship. "Is it still in the cargo bay?" They all knew what their captain was referring to.
"Yeah. It is." The voice of Elita-One came, her frown known just from the tone of the voice. "What're you planning, Ironhide?"
"How many bots can fit in one escape pod, Elite? We can't let Megatron get his grimy servos on it, and there's no use in all 'a us dyin here, is there?"
"Three. One pod can fit three people." Elita stepped closer to Ironhide as she spoke, "Who's deciding who's going? Who is choosing who lives?"
"I get you don't like this, Elita. But it's gotta be done. We need someone to protect it. If Megatron gets his hands on the Allspark-"
"I know. I know. Primus don't you think I know already?" She groaned, turning around, "I just… I don't like it. I don't like any of this. Prime wasn't supposed to die. He wasn't-"
"We were late, Elita. It's our fault. Now it's our job to keep the fight up as long as we can. Send for Ratchet and Prowl. You'll join 'em on that tub."
"What?! No! I need to stay-" Elita's protests were cut short by Ironhide's voice.
"Just listen for a second, will 'ya? You're the only one I trust with this. You were Primes right hand for a reason, I need ya to do this. I'll kill a 'Con or two for you, alright?"
She signs, her optics flickering from a lack of energon. "Fine. Just… put a few dents in Megatron for me, will you? Till all are one."
"Till all are one, Elita." As Ironhide spoke, she was already halfway down the hall - Ratchet and Prowl probably already at the escape pod.
"How far are the 'Cons, Teletran?" Ironhide spoke, staring down at the monitor as it flashed up a number - one click south. Scrap.
