Post by Mizagium on Aug 27, 2009 15:43:50 GMT -5
CHAPTER ONE:
“Where is it?” Megatron demanded, tightening his grip on the smaller Autobot clutched in his hand.
“What’s that?” the other mocked, “I can’t hear you over the sound of your buddies’ asses getting’ kicked!”
“Megatron snarled and squeezed harder. Metal caved inward and sparks flew. “Where is the Cube?” The smaller robot yelled in pain; Megatron though he would crack
“Never…” he began defiantly, and then he did crack. A terrible crunching noise marked the passing of a yet another life. Disgusted, the Decepticon leader tossed his foe aside. He hated Spiral beings; they were always so full of… hope. And defiance. They had no notion of when to quit.
“I will make them learn.” A fighter jet screeched by overhead. “Starscream!” Megatron called. The jet angled down and transformed, skidding to a halt on two protoform legs.
“Yes, lord Megatron?”
“Take Gamma Squad west and search the Autobot factories. They may have hidden it where its energy signature would be masked.”
“Yes, Megatron,” Starscream said, a little too slowly. He bowed slightly, stepped back, became a jet once more, and shot away.
It was no secret that he coveted Megatron’s position as leader of the Decepticons, but Megatron kept him close all the same. Keep your enemies close some might say, but there was more to it than that. Traitorous intentions aside, Starscream was an excellent soldier, and Megatron planned to use that to its fullest extent.
Once Starscream vanished over the gray horizon, Megatron, too, transformed. An elaborate space plane took the place of his protoform, and rocketed south. The metallic landscape of Cybertron spread out beneath him. Once proud cities lay in ruins. This never would have happened if they had just submitted, he though bitterly not for the loss of architecture, but for his own soldiers: great warriors sacrificed to prevent the Spiral Nemesis.
A flash of light indicated a battle being fought. Megatron adjusted his visual sensors to view the fight. A lone Autobot stood facing four Decepticons. While obviously outnumbered, the lone Spiral warrior continued to struggle. The four Anti-Spiral machines closed in. Just when it seemed to be the end, a great multitude of drills erupted from various orifices on the Autobot’s body, impaling his foes.
Filled with indignant fury at the loss of his warriors, Megatron angled down on the Spiral. He transformed in mid-dive, slamming the other into the ground.
“Megatron!”
“How nice to be so famous.” Even in his enraged state, he had enough scorn to feign flattery.
“Of course you’re famous,” the warrior wheezed out, either ignoring or not hearing the sarcasm. “You’re the reason I’m fighting this war!”
“Is that so? Tell me, what do you fight for?”
“I fight – I fight for Optimus Prime and the Autobots! And for Spiral beings across the galaxy!”
At the mention of Spiral beings, Megatron stomped the other into the ground. “You fight for the end of the universe! The Spiral Nemesis! You’re defiance will be the end of everything!” With a hollow metallic, yell, Megatron reached down and tore off the head of the downed Autobot. He held it before his face a moment before crushing it.
It was a hollow gesture, and he knew it. The time spent watching and participating could have been better spent searching for the All-Spark. That artifact was worth more than two of his armies, much less than his own life.
As he prepared to leave, a dark form stepped into view. Its shape was curious (especially to Megatron, who was used to sharp angles and hard metal): black with a thick white outline. Similar lines bordered the mouth and eyes. “Have you located the All-Spark, Megatron?”
“No.” the Anti-Spiral spoke in a clam monotone; its outline constantly shifted around, filling Megatron with a sense of unease.
“That is most disappointing.” An arm reached out and elongated until the hand rested around Megatron’s throat. He felt it tighten ever so slightly. “Luckily for you,” the Anti-Spiral said, relaxing his grip. “I have the coordinates of its location.” The coordinates registered in Megatron’s navigation system. “Do not fail me.” The elastic arm retracted.
“I never fail,” Megatron insisted. The Anti-Spiral seemed unconvinced, but remained silent. It vanished as mysteriously as it had arrived. Megatron took to the skies once more, hoping it would shake the strange feeling predilection from his mind.
“Where is it?” Megatron demanded, tightening his grip on the smaller Autobot clutched in his hand.
“What’s that?” the other mocked, “I can’t hear you over the sound of your buddies’ asses getting’ kicked!”
“Megatron snarled and squeezed harder. Metal caved inward and sparks flew. “Where is the Cube?” The smaller robot yelled in pain; Megatron though he would crack
“Never…” he began defiantly, and then he did crack. A terrible crunching noise marked the passing of a yet another life. Disgusted, the Decepticon leader tossed his foe aside. He hated Spiral beings; they were always so full of… hope. And defiance. They had no notion of when to quit.
“I will make them learn.” A fighter jet screeched by overhead. “Starscream!” Megatron called. The jet angled down and transformed, skidding to a halt on two protoform legs.
“Yes, lord Megatron?”
“Take Gamma Squad west and search the Autobot factories. They may have hidden it where its energy signature would be masked.”
“Yes, Megatron,” Starscream said, a little too slowly. He bowed slightly, stepped back, became a jet once more, and shot away.
It was no secret that he coveted Megatron’s position as leader of the Decepticons, but Megatron kept him close all the same. Keep your enemies close some might say, but there was more to it than that. Traitorous intentions aside, Starscream was an excellent soldier, and Megatron planned to use that to its fullest extent.
Once Starscream vanished over the gray horizon, Megatron, too, transformed. An elaborate space plane took the place of his protoform, and rocketed south. The metallic landscape of Cybertron spread out beneath him. Once proud cities lay in ruins. This never would have happened if they had just submitted, he though bitterly not for the loss of architecture, but for his own soldiers: great warriors sacrificed to prevent the Spiral Nemesis.
A flash of light indicated a battle being fought. Megatron adjusted his visual sensors to view the fight. A lone Autobot stood facing four Decepticons. While obviously outnumbered, the lone Spiral warrior continued to struggle. The four Anti-Spiral machines closed in. Just when it seemed to be the end, a great multitude of drills erupted from various orifices on the Autobot’s body, impaling his foes.
Filled with indignant fury at the loss of his warriors, Megatron angled down on the Spiral. He transformed in mid-dive, slamming the other into the ground.
“Megatron!”
“How nice to be so famous.” Even in his enraged state, he had enough scorn to feign flattery.
“Of course you’re famous,” the warrior wheezed out, either ignoring or not hearing the sarcasm. “You’re the reason I’m fighting this war!”
“Is that so? Tell me, what do you fight for?”
“I fight – I fight for Optimus Prime and the Autobots! And for Spiral beings across the galaxy!”
At the mention of Spiral beings, Megatron stomped the other into the ground. “You fight for the end of the universe! The Spiral Nemesis! You’re defiance will be the end of everything!” With a hollow metallic, yell, Megatron reached down and tore off the head of the downed Autobot. He held it before his face a moment before crushing it.
It was a hollow gesture, and he knew it. The time spent watching and participating could have been better spent searching for the All-Spark. That artifact was worth more than two of his armies, much less than his own life.
As he prepared to leave, a dark form stepped into view. Its shape was curious (especially to Megatron, who was used to sharp angles and hard metal): black with a thick white outline. Similar lines bordered the mouth and eyes. “Have you located the All-Spark, Megatron?”
“No.” the Anti-Spiral spoke in a clam monotone; its outline constantly shifted around, filling Megatron with a sense of unease.
“That is most disappointing.” An arm reached out and elongated until the hand rested around Megatron’s throat. He felt it tighten ever so slightly. “Luckily for you,” the Anti-Spiral said, relaxing his grip. “I have the coordinates of its location.” The coordinates registered in Megatron’s navigation system. “Do not fail me.” The elastic arm retracted.
“I never fail,” Megatron insisted. The Anti-Spiral seemed unconvinced, but remained silent. It vanished as mysteriously as it had arrived. Megatron took to the skies once more, hoping it would shake the strange feeling predilection from his mind.