Tag: fate meme

♥ *stares deadpan, quirking one eyebrow.*

Ever since the dark energon shard had pierced his spark chamber, Megatron had felt it in every receptor in his frame. A connection to something mind-bendingly powerful, just out of his grasp. It could be no other than Unicron himself. It thrilled him to wield the power of a god. He wondered sometimes if this was how Optimus felt, carrying the Matrix.

The visions were something he hadn’t been prepared for. A resounding voice, and images racing through his mind, distorted in violent purples and reds. He saw entire worlds rent asunder, fire raining down, planets aligning.. but other things captured his attention. The Chaosbringer whispered his sweet lies, promising eternal glory in his victory, and the warrior standing over Optimus Prime as a mountain erupted behind them. The Unmaker himself beckoned him, but to where, he could not tell.

The day came when his battle with Optimus mimicked exactly what Megatron had seen, and Unicron’s presence around and within him became stronger than ever. He felt the pulse of a spark so much greater than his own and knew that it was time. The warlord cleaned himself off, went to the mountaintop he had been shown, and there offered himself. The tainted spark within him glowed red and he knew that this was his true destiny.

“I call on you as my Lord and Master, Oh Mighty Unicron!”

“Who would speak to me?”

“Your servant most humble, Megatron, Leader of the Decepticons, and your very Herald, the one who wielded the Dark Energon which binds us, to awaken you once again! The prophecy has been fulfilled! It is only the beginning of what we will accomplish together, for you will rule this planet and those who walk upon it through me!”

“Prideful fool. How dare you think yourself capable of summoning my life force. I rise because I have deemed it my time!" It was a more than a slap to the face. Finally here was a higher power that had called to him alone, lit its flames within his spark. Surely this had happened for a reason!

"Master, I did not mean to overstep-”

“SILENCE, worm! I have no need of your lowly assistance.”

Megatron fell to his knees. The proud gladiator begged.

“Please my lord, I exist only to serve you!" 

”-What is this I sense, the taint of Primus, here?“ The warlord rose again, sensing an opportunity.

"That is Optimus, the last of the Primes: our sworn enemy.”

“You profess loyalty to me, yet allow a disciple of Primus to live?!”

“I will destroy him for you! His screams will be heard!" 

"I grow weary of your prattle. Surely if you had the power to destroy this Prime, you would have done so already. I will deal with him myself.”

The glow faded, replaced by something much darker. First Cybertron… and now cast aside by its counterpart. Unicron’s very blood flowed through his veins… A wave of anger surged within Megatron, the likes of which he hadn’t felt in millenia. If the Chaosbringer would not accept him, then he would feel this mortal’s wrath.

“I SHALL NOT BE DENIED!”

♥

It was his first memory. A warm, red light surrounding him. The feeling of being whole. The light faded, but the reassurance did not. 

It never did. Not as he mined energon in the darkness, dreaming of a better future. Not as he fought for his life and his freedom in the gladitorial pits of Kaon. Not as he rallied thousands together in agreement that something needed to change. In his spark, Megatron had always known that he had been created for something different, surely this was it!

So why had the Matrix been denied to him, and granted instead to another?

What had he done wrong?

♥

Megatronus had collapsed shortly after reaching the medbay this time, having lost too much energon from the gnawing teeth of the beast he’d been made to stand against. Sightless but still aware of his surroundings, the gladiator felt himself lifted by a few mechs, and the smooth, steady servos of a medic going to work on his injuries. It was soothing at times, and painful at others, as the medic worked with what seemed like increasingly frantic energy.

Finally, the pain subsided, and Megatronus felt himself relax as his systems began to self-regulate again. He laughed weakly. “Good work, doctor…” 

That same servo came to rest on his broad chest, though there were tremors in it now. He heard the medic mutter something about the Allspark under his breath before recharge overtook him.

♥

He had had to deal with the air commander a few times over comm and video, the arrogant Vosnian elite simultaneously attempting to get on Megatron’s good side and disregard him. It was exhausting, and in Vos, Starscream himself was all but untouchable. Megatron decided that it had been enough. He needed the fliers Starscream commanded, and the seeker could not be persuaded from his perch.

He gave the order for Shockwave to lead Tarn in an attack on the city of jets, claiming their pre-existing civil war to be the cause. Vos crumbled, and in their despair and desperation, Starscream finally agreed to align his forces with the Decepticons. 

It was the first time that Megatron had ever met the sleek mech in person, wings held high in attempt to appear proud, despite his sorrow. He was flanked by the other members of his command trine: Thundercracker glared daggers at the Decepticon leader and Skywarp was doing his best not to seem worried. 

Megatron, however, paid these small details little mind. His optics were fixed on the silver seeker’s chest, which glowed a gentle red. The other two sparks on either side of him began to glow softly as well, as if in sympathy for their trine leader. Starscream laughed nervously.

“Now all of our quarreling seems silly, doesn’t it? …L-lord Megatron?” Megatron couldn’t respond, staring fixedly at the red.

What have I done.

♥

Megatron rarely traverses the multiverse himself, but when he does, it is to the strangest of places. This time has found him sneaking aboard the Lost Light, in search of his communications officer…

The minibot almost goes unnoticed, but the glow does not. It takes the warlord by surprise, as suddenly he’s lighting up the gloomy hallway with his chest, sans dark energon. Who…

Then he spots another glow, pulsing gently from behind a storage container. Moving it aside, the cowering form of a minibot is revealed, visor bright with a combination of excitement and terror as he raises a servo to wave nervously at the imposing Decepticon.

♥ ((*poker face*))

There was a boxy triple-changer that smelled strongly of charged energon and grease crushing him to his chest. His glowing chest. As the train nuzzled his helm, Megatron felt his tanks turn. Slag…

“So, uh… What can I do for you? Pointy boss~?”

…

Maybe some good could come of this, after all…

♥

The battles were getting harder, Megatronus couldn’t deny. He’d lost vision in an optic this time, his left shoulder pauldron, and there was a sizable chunk missing from his side, the vent there torn open. Still, the gladiator had refused to be carried out for medical treatment, stubbornly stalking to the surgeon on his own free will, jaw set against the pain. The alerts were increasing in number as he continued to strain his systems to push aside the heavy door to the repair bay.

A purple form was bent over an operating table, back turned to Megatronus. He turned his helm to look over his shoulder as best he could, giving the warrior a glimpse of his… “face” would be the wrong word. Megatronus had seen empurata victims before, and the sight softened his gaze in understanding. The doctor’s appearance had distracted him from the latest alert flashing in his HUD…

And Shockwave turned, his chest paneling lit from underneath the dark panes of glass. Red. He looked down to see the same hue through his one functioning optic. 

“…It would appear that I am in need of… medical attention.”