Chapitre 7: LOG-03
Nemesis Warship Lord Megatron's Training Room:
"Simulation: Lord Megatron versus Megatron (Multiverse Variant)," Soundwave's monotone voice announced over the intercom. "Objective: Elimination"
The training simulation roars to life, unveiling a world of desolation. Twisted metal and shattered concrete stretch endlessly under the dim, blood-red glow of a dying sun. Towering skyscrapers, their skeletal remains leaning precariously, loom like monuments to forgotten battles. The acrid tang of scorched debris hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint, electric hum of residual Energon.
In the heart of this chaos stands a lone figure, surveying the destruction.
Megatron (2007).
His jagged, alien frame glints menacingly in the crimson light. Talons twitch in agitation, his optics blazing with a volatile mix of rage and confusion. His systems struggle to make sense of his surroundings, churning through data with relentless precision.
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Megatron (2007)'s POV:
Where am I?
The question thunders through his logic circuits, a pounding echo of unease. His last memory burns vivid and sharp: the AllSpark, its raw energy surging through his grasp as he reached for ultimate power. But then the human. And Prime. His growl reverberates through the empty cityscape. Then—nothing. Silence. Oblivion.
This wasteland offers no answers, only despair. This city… it is not what he remembers.
A low snarl escapes him as his talons clench, the faint hum of his fusion cannon sparking to life.
"I do not have time for these games," he snarls, his guttural voice reverberating through the lifeless expanse.
His optics scan the shattered horizon, their crimson light cutting through the haze. The AllSpark—where is it? Who dares imprison him in this cruel illusion?
"Reveal yourself!" he bellows, his voice tearing through the silence like a blade. "Face me, or be destroyed for your cowardice!"
The air thickens, heavy with an oppressive charge of static energy. The ground trembles faintly beneath his feet.
Then, the horizon ripples like a mirage. The distortion solidifies into a figure descending from above, landing with a thunderous impact that shakes the shattered foundations of the simulated city. Dust and debris surge outward in a choking cloud, obscuring the intruder's form.
As the haze clears, Megatron's optics narrow, a dangerous gleam flickering within.
The figure steps forward, deliberate and unyielding, his frame bathed in the blood-red glow of the dying sun.
Lord Megatron.
His form is sleek yet formidable, exuding calculated dominance. His armor gleams with scars of countless battles, each one a testament to victories hard-won. His optics blaze like molten steel, and his movements carry the predatory grace of a warrior who has mastered the art of destruction.
Megatron (2007) snarls, claws flexing dangerously. The intruder's presence feels unnervingly familiar, stirring unease in his circuits.
"Who dares mock me with this…?" Megatron (2007) growls, his voice laced with venom. "Name yourself, impostor, before I tear you limb from limb!"
The response comes, cold and unwavering.
"I am no impostor," Lord Megatron replies, his tone sharp as a blade. "I am Megatron—leader of the Decepticons. You are but a shadow of what I could of been was. And I will rectify this."
The Clash of Titans
The words ignite a storm within Megatron (2007). With a roar that shatters the stillness, he lunges, claws slicing through the air with feral intent.
But Lord Megatron moves like liquid steel, sidestepping the wild attack with effortless precision. His counterattack is swift—a concussive blow from his fusion cannon that sends his counterpart reeling.
"You've grown complacent," Lord Megatron taunts, his tone sharp and cutting. "Brute strength alone will not save you. Have you forgotten the art of combat, gladiator?"
Megatron (2007) regains his footing, optics blazing with unrestrained fury. He charges again, each strike more savage than the last, his claws tearing through the air with devastating force. Each blow is powerful enough to obliterate lesser foes.
But Lord Megatron meets him, strike for strike, with calculated precision. Sparks explode in the air as they clash before Lord Megatron kicks Megatron across the city,"Weak your so weak I should of fought your Prime instead." their battle sending shockwaves rippling through the decimated city.
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Lord Megatron's POV:
The exhilaration of battle courses through my circuits. This… reflection of what I once was… tests me, pushes me.
He fights like a beast, wild and unrefined. His rage blinds him, rendering his attacks predictable. Such recklessness is a weakness I shed eons ago.
"You Disappoint me," I sneer, sidestepping another reckless charge. "Is this all the great Lord High Protector Megatron can muster? You disgrace my very name."
My blade arcs through the air, slicing through his armor with precision. He stumbles, his massive frame cracking the ground as he falls to one knee.
"Rise," I command, my voice cold and unrelenting. "Prove to me you are worthy of bearing my name."
The final blow with a roar of defiance, Megatron (2007) launches a final, desperate attack. His claws reach for my spark chamber, his ferocity driven by the desperation of a cornered beast.
But I am Faster.
I sidestep his lunge, driving my talons into his chest with brutal efficiency. My claws pierce his armor, seizing the pulsing core of his spark.
"You are strong," I admit, my voice low and deliberate. "But strength without the will to use it is nothing so rest proud warrior."
The cannon on my arm hums, its charge building to a deafening crescendo. The blast erupts, tearing through his spark. His roar dies in his throat as his optics flicker and fade. His lifeless frame collapses to the ground, the sound reverberating through the void.
The simulated city dissolves into nothingness, replaced by the sterile metallic walls of my training quarters.
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Aftermath Lord Megatron's Pov:
I retract my claws, systems humming with the residual energy of exertion.
The doors to the simulation chamber hissed open, revealing Soundwave and Knockout. Starscream lingered in the background, watching.
Knockout was the first to speak. "That was… excessive," he quipped, though his tone betrayed a hint of admiration.
"Simulation performance: 92% efficiency," Soundwave reports, his monotone voice calm and unwavering.
I flexed my claws, the faint hum of residual energy coursing through my systems. Not good enough. Never good enough.
I turn to face them, my optics blazing with cold intensity. "Adequate," I state, my voice clipped. "But far from perfect."
Knockout smirks. "Always chasing the impossible, aren't we?"
I step past them, my presence a declaration of authority. "It is my right and I am Megatron."
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Arrival Lord Megatron Pov:
I am notified as soon as I leave the operating table the nervously awe struck vehicon looks at me and snaps a crisp salute. "My Lord we have arrived at Cybertron we have detected a distress beacon it is of decepticon origin." I smile "Good inform Soundwave to send a scouting party and have Skyquake and Breakdown lead it and solider what is your name." The vehicon nods and quickly stiffens up "My Lord my designation is VH-651" "No more you're new designation is Voidfang now go" as the newly dubbed Voidfang leaves I turn to Knockout who is quietly about to leave the room with a buffer I quickly turn and leave.
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Location Sea of Rust Scouting party Pov:
The desolate plains of Cybertron stretched endlessly under a shrouded, red-tinted sky. Rusted spires of dead cities jutted out like skeletal remains of a once-glorious civilization.
The air buzzed faintly with the energy of a dying world. For Skyquake and Breakdown, this was the first time back on their homeworld since the Exodus. Their optics scanned the broken landscape, and for a moment, neither spoke.
"It's... worse than I remember," Breakdown muttered, his usually cocky tone subdued. His massive frame moved cautiously over the uneven terrain, each step kicking up ash and debris. "Curse Prime for ruining our home."
Skyquake, ever the stoic soldier, stood tall, his piercing optics surveying the ruins. "Focus on the mission I do not intend to fail Lord Megatron," he replied, his voice deep and steady. "Lord Megatron plans to rebuild our home greater than before do not doubt our Glorious Master we still won the war."
"Not exactly what I call winning," Breakdown said bitterly, clenching his servos. "But hey, Megatron says jump, we jump, right?"
Skyquake shot him a withering glare. "Enough we are a few kilcks off from the distress beacon I advise you never to speak of our Glorious Overlord like this again or I shall snuff your spark."
Breakdown sighed but didn't argue further. The beacon pulsed faintly in their commlinks, drawing them toward the ruins of a massive industrial complex. Four Vehicons followed them, their sleek forms darting through the shadows like wraiths. The group moved cautiously, weapons at the ready.
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As they neared the signal, a thick silence hung over the ruined remains of a laboratory. Its smoke still wafts through the area, once a beacon of decepticon supermancy now leaned like crumbling monuments to the past. The pulse of the distress beacon grew louder, echoing across the desolation.
"There," Skyquake said, pointing toward a crater at the center of the laboratory smoke curled lazily from the edges, and at its heart, partially buried in debris, lay a massive, battered Decepticon frame.
Breakdown's optics widened. "No way... Is that—?"
"Shockwave," Skyquake confirmed grimly. He leapt down into the crater, landing with a resounding thud. The others followed, their weapons scanning the area for potential threats.
Shockwave's iconic single optic flickered weakly, his battered body pinned beneath a collapsed girder. His massive left cannon arm was gone, the stump leaking energon. Scorched marks riddled his armor, clawed and torn apart by brutal strikes.
"Commander Shockwave," Skyquake said, kneeling beside him. "Do you still function?"
Shockwave's optic brightened slightly, focusing on the larger Decepticon. His voice, though strained, retained its cold, calculating tone. "Your arrival is timely," he rasped. "Has Lord Megatron deemed Cybertron of strategic value again?"
Breakdown crouched next to him. "Forget strategy—what happened to you? Who did this?"
Shockwave pushed himself slightly upright, his movements stiff and deliberate. "The Dinobots," he said flatly. " They intercepted my attempt to secure key data from my laboratory. I escaped their initial attack, but due to my pervious injuries they rapidly pursued me the beacon was... a last resort."
Breakdown winced. "Dinobots? I thought they were scrap metal after the war last I heard they went missing after our last attack on Iacon"
"They still functional," Shockwave said, his tone colder still. "And are extremely dangerous. I underestimated their power."
Skyquake frowned, glancing around the crater. "We need to leave if they are still in the area we are in grave danger we don'thave the firepower to destroy them."
Shockwave's optic flared. "Not without my research it is vital that Lord Megatron receives it"
Breakdown growled. "Fine, but make it quick. This place is giving me bad vibes."
Before Shockwave could reply, the ground trembled, followed by a guttural roar that echoed through the laboratory.
From the shadows emerged the hulking forms of the Dinobots, their metallic frames glinting in the dim light. Grimlock led the charge, his massive sword raised high, flanked by Slug, Snarl, and Swoop.
"Decepticons!" Grimlock snarled, his voice a deep, guttural growl. "You shouldn't have come back to Cybertron."
"Dinobots," Skyquake growled, deploying his twin gatling cannons. "Defensive positions! Protect Shockwave at all costs!"
Grimlock charged directly at Skyquake, his sword cleaving through the air with terrifying force. Skyquake met him head-on, his cannons blazing, but Grimlock was relentless. Each swing of his blade sent tremors through the ground, forcing Skyquake to retreat to transform and attack from the sky.
Breakdown, meanwhile, found himself squaring off against Slug, the triceratops-like Dinobot. The two clashed with raw, brutal force, Breakdown's hammer crackling with energy as he swung it into Slug's armored plating. The Dinobot roared, ramming him with his massive horns.
Shockwave struggled to his feet, firing a weak blast from a makeshift blaster hidden in his remaining arm. The shot struck Swoop, piercing it's wing sending it tumbling to the ground hard. "Your interference is illogical," Shockwave intoned, though his voice was strained.
As the battle raged, the roar of a familiar engine echoed through the ruins. The air seemed to darken as a sleek, black cybertronian jet streaked across the sky, transforming mid-air into the imposing figure of Megatron. His fusion cannon gleamed menacingly, and his crimson optics burned with fury.
"I say this once Leave or Die" Megatron snarled as he landed with a deafening crash. Swoop grabs Megatron's leg in a show of defiance "Such heroic nonsense?" Megatron charges his fusion cannon and blasts Swoop leaving a charred and destroyed corpse
Grimlock turned, his optics narrowing. "Megatron," he growled. "You will pay I will finish what Prime could never have done and tear you limb from limb." Grimlock charges with his mighty orange energon sword raised without hesitation, Megatron charged. His fusion cannon fired a devastating blast, forcing Grimlock to stumble. As Grimlock recovered, Megatron slammed into him with unmatched force, their impact creating a shockwave that sent debris flying and Grimlock tumbling.
"Join your comrade in Oblivion Grimlock!" Megatron roared, delivering a powerful punch to the Dinobot leader's chest. He followed up with another cannon blast, this time aimed at the other Dinobots. The shot struck Snarl, sending the spiked Dinobot crashing into a wall heavily injured.
Breakdown took advantage of the chaos, landing a decisive blow against Slug, forcing it on the defensive not able to assist Grimlock Skyquake, meanwhile, redoubled his devastating assault on the remaining Dinobots, his cannon tearing into them like swiss chesse.
Grimlock, undeterred by Megatron's assault, swung his sword in a powerful arc. Megatron caught the blade with his forearm, sparks flying as metal ground against metal. "You've grown boring Grimlock back in the gladiatorial arena you were more of a challenge." he sneered, pushing the Dinobot back.
"More than enough to beat you.," Grimlock growled, lunging again.
The two titans clashed in a violent dance of strength and fury, each strike shaking the ground. Megatron's cannon fired point-blank into Grimlock's chest, sending the Dinobot staggering as he reaches towards his chest. Grimlock roared in defiance one last time, ans charged at Megatron at the last moment Megatron ducks rips Grimlock's sword and sends it through his chest impaling him on the ground, the combined firepower of Megatron, Skyquake, and Breakdown obliterated the remaining Dinobots leaving only one left.
Megatron turned to his subordinates. "Skyquake, Breakdown, secure Shockwave. We leave immediately."
Skyquake put his hand on his chest and bowed. "As you wish my Lord."
Breakdown helped Shockwave to his feet, the scientist leaning heavily on him. "What about him?" Breakdown asked pointing at the barely alive Grimlock.
Megatron turns towards him "Shockwave may have him."
Shockwave's optic glowed faintly. "As you wish my Lord I have information that may intrigue you."
Megatron's optics narrowed "What Shockwave." Shockwave's response leaves everyone shocked "Project Predacon is complete." Megatron turns and scanned the horizon. "Brilliant Shockwave brief me when you are recovered I have something that will interest you," he said.
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Nemesis Warship - Megatron's Throne Room
Shockwave limped down the dimly lit corridors of the Nemesis, his movements mechanical but deliberate. The damage inflicted by the Dinobots remained evident—scorched armor, exposed wiring, and a missing left cannon arm. Yet, thanks to Knockout's skillful repairs and Shockwave's innate resilience, he functioned well enough to resume his duties. His logical processor reassured him that his temporary impairment was irrelevant; his intellect, not his body, was his most formidable weapon.
The doors to Megatron's throne room slid open with a hiss, revealing the Decepticon leader seated upon his massive, jagged throne. The room pulsed with ominous energy, the faint hum of machinery mingling with the deep, calculated breaths of Lord Megatron. He rose as Shockwave entered, his crimson optics locking onto his subordinate with a predatory gleam.
"Shockwave," Megatron began, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "You have endured much. Yet you stand before me, as calculated as ever."
Shockwave inclined his head slightly, a gesture of acknowledgment. "Logic dictated my survival, my Lord. The Dinobots' interference was an unexpected variable, but ultimately inconsequential."
Megatron stepped forward, his imposing frame towering over Shockwave. "Your beacon reached us as we entered the system you were lucky I was done with Earth I have obtained all the hidden artifacts that Alpha Trion sent off into space including the Omega keys." He gestured to a platform at the center of the room, where the Omega Keys and several other artifacts gleamed under an eerie spotlight.
Shockwave's optic brightened at the sight, his curiosity piqued. "I am surprised my Lord that they are real," he remarked. "Their potential warrants immediate analysis."
Megatron's smile was sharp and cold. "Indeed, and I have one more addition to fuel your experiments." He extended a hand, signaling Soundwave to step forward. From the silent operative's tendrils, a holographic display materialized, showcasing complex chemical structures and energy readings.
"This," Megatron declared, "is data on Synthetic Energon. An incomplete formula salvaged from our archives with my knowledge I have unlocked 60% of it's formula I now task you to unlock the rest I will assist whenever possible if you need to take promising vehicon's as technicians this is off the upmost importance. not just to revive Cybertron, but to save our species."
Shockwave's optic flickered as he absorbed the information. "A most logical course of action, my Lord. Synthetic Energon seems to enhance its properties. However, further research will be required before full use ofthe synthetic."
Megatron nodded, his voice laced with satisfaction. "You shall have all the resources you require. Voidfang and a contingent of Vehicons are establishing a base in Kaon to support your efforts but also to house are incoming reinforcements."
Shockwave tilted his head. "A calculated choice, given Kaon's proximity to Cybertron's remaining power grids. It will suffice."
"More than suffice," Megatron said, his voice lowering to a dangerous growl. "It will succeed. Your brilliance, Shockwave, is without equal. Failure, however, is not an option."
Shockwave straightened, his optic gleaming with resolve. "Failure is illogical."
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Kaon - Decepticon Outpost
The once-proud capital of Cybertron, Kaon, was a shadow of its former self. Twisted spires of dark metal rose like the jagged teeth of a predator, while ancient machinery sputtered and groaned under the weight of neglect. Amid this desolation, Voidfang led a squad of Vehicons in establishing a forward base.
Vehicons unloaded crates of supplies—refurbished terminals, energon converters, and various tools of war—while Voidfang directed them with military precision. His loyalty to Megatron burned bright, his every action executed with efficiency.
"We'll have this base operational within a megacycle," Voidfang declared to Starscream, who stood nearby, arms crossed. Despite his usual ambition and disdain for subordinates, Starscream had proven unexpectedly capable under Megatron's re-education.
"See that you do," Starscream said curtly, though his tone lacked its usual malice. "Lord Megatron expects Kaon to become the hub of his operations on Cybertron. I won't have your incompetence our efforts."
Voidfang bristled but held his tongue. "Understood, Commander Starscream."
Starscream allowed himself a faint smirk, his sharp optics scanning the base. "Good. The Decepticon Empire has suffered enough setbacks. This time, we will rise stronger than ever before."
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Nemesis Warship location Laboratory:
Shockwave stood before a towering console, the Iacon relics meticulously arranged around him. The Omega Keys glowed faintly, their energy resonating with an ancient power. Beside him, a holographic projection of the Synthetic Energon formula shimmered, its incomplete structure an enigma begging to be solved.
"Commencing analysis," Shockwave murmured to himself, his remaining hand gliding over the controls. Streams of data cascaded across the screen as he began cross-referencing the relics' energy signatures with the synthetic formula.
As the calculations unfolded, Shockwave's processor raced. The Omega Keys' energy output was staggering, far exceeding any known power source. Combined with Synthetic Energon, the possibilities were limitless but for now the resurrection of Cybertron.
But the data also revealed complications—instabilities within the formula that could lead to catastrophic results.
"Fascinating," Shockwave muttered. "Unstable molecular bonds… an inherent flaw. Yet with the proper catalyst, the reaction could stabilize."
A cold voice interrupted his thoughts. "Progress, Shockwave?"
Megatron strode into the laboratory, his presence commanding as ever. He loomed over the workbench, his optics scanning the relics and data.
"Significant," Shockwave replied. "The relics' energy signatures suggest compatibility with the Synthetic Energon formula. However, further refinement is required to eliminate instability."
Megatron's optics narrowed. "And how long will this refinement take?"
Shockwave hesitated—a rare occurrence for the unflappable scientist. "Unknown. The complexity of the formula, combined with the relics' enigmatic properties, introduces variables that cannot be immediately calculated. Efficiency demands meticulous testing."
Megatron's expression hardened, but he nodded. "Then proceed. But understand this, Shockwave If you fail we all will die the fate of our species rely on you ."
Shockwave inclined his head. "My Lord. rest assured, the outcome will justify the time invested."
"See that it does," Megatron growled. He turned to leave but paused at the threshold. "Shockwave. The Dinobot remains you recovered… ensure they are utilized in your experiments. Their unique composition may hold further insights for future purposes."
Shockwave's optic glowed faintly. "A logical suggestion. I shall add them onto the list"
As the door closed behind Megatron, Shockwave turned back to his work. The data shimmered before him, a puzzle waiting to be solved. And in the back of his mind, a single thought persisted:
The future of Cybertron depends on this.
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Nemesis Warship location orbit of Cybertron:
The Nemesis hung in orbit over Cybertron, its dark silhouette blending into the desolate planet Despite its battered exterior, it remained a symbol of Decepticon strength, a grim shadow that loomed over the world the horrors of the Great War still haunt the planet Lord Megatron stood, arms crossed behind his back, surveying the planet below.
Shockwave's project was well underway, the beginnings of a new Decepticon stronghold taking shape on the surface. The construction of this base marked the first step in restoring his empire.
Megatron knew rebuilding would demand more than technology and resources. It would require loyalty, purpose, and an army and no one has arrived yet after Shockwave is done with this I'm having him build me more training Megatron's.
A flicker on the communications console caught Soundwave's attention. The silent spymaster tilted his head, his visor flashing faintly.
"Unidentified Decepticon frequency," Soundwave reported, his monotone voice breaking the silence.
Megatron turned sharply, his crimson optics narrowing. "Patch it through."
Soundwave's digits danced over the console, and the channel opened. Static filled the room for a moment, before resolving into a voice—deep, rich, and unmistakably reverent.
"Lord Megatron," the voice began, carrying an almost melodic tone of devotion. "It is I, Tarn, enforcer of the Decepticon Justice Division."
Megatron's optics widened slightly, though his expression remained steely. "Tarn," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "It has been some time. To what do I owe this... unexpected transmission?"
On the other end of the line, Tarn's voice grew even more fervent. "My lord, I speak to you not as a mere servant, but as a believer. When your and the high command vanished I did not falter. I did not abandon the cause. While others fled, I sought to preserve the purity of your vision. And now, I have succeeded. The remnants of the Decepticon Empire are gathered, united under your banner once more."
Megatron's gaze flicked briefly to Soundwave, who tilted his head in silent acknowledgment of the statement. Then, Megatron spoke again, his tone laced with skepticism. "You claim to have accomplished? You claim to have rallied an empire that crumbled under the weight of betrayal and cowardice?"
"Not all were worthy of redemption," Tarn admitted, his voice darkening. "Many who claimed the Decepticon name had become traitors to your ideals. They sought only profit, power, or survival. I gave them a choice: to kneel or to perish. Those who remained loyal have been reforged into an army of purpose, one that awaits your command."
For a moment, there was silence on the bridge of the Nemesis. Megatron's optics narrowed, considering the weight of Tarn's words.
"You presume much, Tarn," Megatron said finally, his voice measured. "I did not command you to undertake this mission. What gives you the right to determine who is worthy to bear the Decepticon name?"
Tarn's reply was immediate, his voice brimming with conviction. "Because I know the truth of your vision, my lord. I have lived it. To me, it is not a cause or a strategy—it is a doctrine, a sacred truth. I saw the doubt in our ranks, the corruption, the weakness. And I purged it in your name."
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Megatron's mouth. "You speak with confidence, Tarn. Yet even the most zealous among us can mistake their will for mine. Tell me—how do you propose to prove the worth of these soldiers you've assembled?"
"By delivering them to your service," Tarn answered. "Our fleet is vast and ready for deployment. The DJD will escort them to Cybertron, where we will swear fealty directly to you. All we ask is your guidance, your leadership. Under your command, the Decepticon Empire will rise again."
Megatron turned away from the console, pacing the bridge. His mind churned with possibilities. Tarn's fanaticism was both a strength and a potential liability.
His methods, while brutal, had achieved results where others had failed and I do need him but can I control him he is fanatic to the core I made him that.
"Lord Megatron," Tarn's voice came again, softer this time, almost pleading. "I have carried your vision through the darkest of times. Allow me the honor of standing before you, of presenting to you the soldiers who still believe. Let me prove that the Decepticon cause still burns as fiercely as ever."
Megatron stopped, his optics fixed on the planet below. The desolate planet of Cybertron was a stark reminder of their defeat, but also a symbol of what could be reclaimed. Slowly, he turned back to the console.
"Very well, Tarn," he said. "Bring your fleet to Cybertron. But heed my words—should your actions prove counter to the Decepticon cause, you will find that my patience has limits."
Tarn's voice practically vibrated with joy. "You honor me, my lord. We will not fail you."
The transmission ended, leaving the bridge in silence once more.
Soundwave turned to Megatron, his visor flashing. "Tarn's methods: extreme. Loyalty: uncompromising."
"Precisely why I must see this for myself," Megatron replied. "If Tarn's army is as formidable as he claims, they may be the key to rebuilding what we have lost. But if his fanaticism blinds him to the greater purpose, I will remind him who leads the Decepticons."
Shockwave's monotone voice joined the conversation. "Tarn's methods, while efficient, are volatile. Observation recommended."
Megatron nodded. "Let him come. I have delt with similar mechs before I did not plan for Tarn to gather the remnants by himself The Decepticon Empire will rise again—but only under my control."
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Location Unknown Space Tarn Pov:
On the edge of Unknow space, Tarn stood on the bridge of the Peaceful Tyranny, his optics glowing with purpose. Behind him, the fleet he had assembled awaited his command, an armada of warriors ready to reclaim their destiny.
"Set course for Cybertron," Tarn ordered, his voice steady with conviction. "It is time to bring the faithful home."
A/N
(Oh wow this took way longer to write then expected hope this was a good one hopefully by the time I pump this one out you guys should of gotten a pervious big chapter so expect maybe a short 1k chapter next)
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