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Then, Sentient Life, your choice is made. IF you will not submit to us peacefully, we are forced to ravage the surface of your planet until what is left of your insubordinate race is made to submit.

“No! Your choice has been made, and you will learn just how foolish it was.”

Plunging his sword into the console, the screen and primary comm signal go dark. He turns back to the bridge, barking orders. “Lock onto the ships nearest to Iacon and Vos. Raise the Nemesis into orbit and begin firing.” Megatron opens his own private channel back to Soundwave and the vehicons manning the controls, as he heads out to collect the Dark Star Saber.

::Send me a datapacket of the coordinates of every foreign ship. When one goes down, immediately target the next. We have the fuel to sustain continuous fire for 20 kliks. I will take care of those that don’t go down.::

( The message hones in on Megatron’s bridge, saving the rest of the planet but filling the room with the imposing voice. ) Are we to understand that you are the sole ruling body of this planet? Then you will listen to us. Your planet is to immediately surrender, and then you will make the choice for your place in the Hierarchy. You will pledge your race to Fealty, and allow us to encase your world within our Slave Shield, or you may join our ranks as Battle Thralls and maintain your starships.

The voice was oppressive, and even the warlord winced, but he stood firm. 

::We will do no such thing. I have no reason to listen to a race that hides behind broadcasts and empty threats. Speak to me in person, or flee this planet now, at full speed. Those are your only choices.::

( A message blasts out to every comm, which opens even if it was otherwise closed. ) INORGANIC WORLD. WE are the Ur-Quan. We have scanned your planet from deep space and found evidence of sentient life. We enter your airspace to claim your planet for the Hierarchy, and demand immediate and unanimous surrender by all governing bodies contained therein.

The bridge erupts with that voice, soldiers trying in vain to silence their private channels and shielding their helms in an effort to stop it. Megatron was more familiar than he would like to admit to such invasions of his privacy. Instead, he focused on the words- and laughed, harsh and cruel.

::You presume much to make such demands.:: Megatron gave a signal to prep the ship’s lasers. ::Now I have a few of my own. Stop broadcasting this signal, and allow me to speak directly to your leader. I will accept nothing less, especially not surrender.::

( A great fleet of ships approaches Cybertron out of Hyperspace. They settle into an ominous low orbit around the planet, equally spaced as if measuring the world into chunks. The Mothership sends a hail to the entire planet, demanding a response. )

Lights flash on all across the scanner screen: a fleet of ships, not one of them Cybertronian. No other races had dared make contact with them in a peaceful sense since the golden age, mechanical or organic. Following logic, this was no doubt meant to be hostile.

Megatron smiled as he answered the hail.

::This is Lord High Protector Megatron, speaking for the planet you are currently surrounding. I would love to hear your explanation for invading our airspace.::