I know things are pretty scary rn, and it sucks…but never forget that despite the outcome of this; we all need to look after each other…help one another, and stick up for those who cant do so themselves. Things will maybe change and the world may not be as it was, but we have to remember that despite the bad people and things that happen, there is still good. We still have the power to change things, its important not to forget that.
The lights in the sky had been caused by Cybertron itself. The planet was “waking up” with so much activity on its surface again, or so went the most common gossip. Cyertronians of all factions had gathered to watch the dancing lights, not quite hand-in-hand, but gathering without violence and dirty glares in large, mixed groups was a step in that direction.
While his citizens looked to the skies, Megatron ventured underground, flying down into the Well of Allsparks. The core of their planet, home to Primus himself… much darker than it was meant to be. The warlord glared at the massive chamber filled with pure, unfiltered energon and nothing else. Just being here lit the dark energon in his systems prickling uncomfortably; he could only imagine how it would feel if the Allspark were actually present.
Reaching up to lay his hand against the metal shell he’d once infected, Megatron growled. It was hard not to see all of this as some kind of cosmic punishment, despite the fact that their ambivalent god had told him otherwise. His optics glowed purple, reacting to his servo on the chamber. “…Without you, I have persevered. I clawed my way up from your depths and fought for everything that I have now. I’ve made mistakes. But now that I must fight for all of Cybertron… those mistakes have left me- all of us defenseless. I will not allow them to die for my mistakes!”
His servo becomes a fist that pounds against the chamber wall, not even leaving a scratch. “I cannot not fail!” The offending fist goes numb with static and he staggers back from the wall, holding it to his chest. “I cannot… I cannot.” Megatron remains there, in the silence of the depths of Cybertron, until the hopeful lights overhead fade.
Alone in his quarters, Megatron starts laughing again, but it’s a strange laugh. Hollow and devoid of any joy. “All this time… hehehe, all this time I should have just been leveling buildings! Haha!” He rises from his seat and laughs all the way to his desk, where the matrix sits on the edge. He laughs his haunted laugh as he lifts his pede, placing it against the edge of the table.
It becomes an enraged shout as his kick sends the desk and its contents crashing to the floor and against the walls. He snarls at nothing and kicks it again, crushing the metal. His chest burns and he doesn’t stop until he’s seeing sparks, forced to lean with one arm against the wall for support. He closes his optics and savors the rending tear of his wound. It doesn’t let him think about anything else for a while.
For those of you who did not have the pleasure of joining us on our tour of Earth, those creatures use this day as a nearly planet-wide celebration. They join together in various states of good will, exchanging gifts and wishing each other well for the future.
This stellar cycle, we have accomplished much, and have just as much to celebrate and be thankful for as any organic life form. Tonight we celebrate not only the progress of our new homeworld, but to join together in as much comradery. Autobots, Decepticon. We are Cybertronians henceforth, and I bear no ill will on this night.
Moreover, as this is a new era for our race, so have I decided to open a new chapter in my own life. Since long before the beginning of war, Soundwave has fought at my side, silently ensuring the continuation of our regime and on innumerable occasions, of my spark. In this age of peace, we shall stand beside each other not as Lord and Lieutenant, but as partners, Conjunx Endurae.
I invite you all to take part in this night of conviviality. Take joy in the promise that this dawn holds, for darkness is at last behind us.
Ah. Well. To say he didn’t expect this the moment he started his little “prank” would be an utter lie. If anything, it had taken longer for it to come to this than he expected. The extra time, however, did have negative consequences. It made him less prepared for the warlord’s sudden appearance. So when Megatron bursts into the room, he’s more or less a deer int the headlights until he finds his spinal strut colliding with the wall. The yelp he makes isn’t completely undignified, but at least he is able to meet his leader’s furious glare with some semblance of idiotic courage.
“What happened to all that about not wanting the first drops on energon you spill on a reborn Cybertron to belong to a fellow Decepticons?” Starscream asks through pained vocals.
“That is precisely why I haven’t already beaten you within an inch of your pathetic life!” Megatron snarls. His close proximity and the pressure he applies to the Seeker’s wing makes it clear that Starscream won’t be breaking out of his grip without that wing being snapped in two. “But I don’t need to spill any energon to make a point!” He drags the ends of his large, sharpened claws down the delicate metal planes to get a satisfying howl from his commander.
"You seem to have made a great misunderstanding. Apparently you have taken my controlled temper as an excuse to take me less seriously and as a sign that you do not still stand on dangerously thin ice. I thought you were done with this sort of childish behavior, but it seems I was wrong. You continue to exhibit the same behavior that landed you and Kenny in this position in the first place, but you go beyond his level of disrespect to make statements amounting to treason!” Now he digs his claws into that wing with the intent of leaving just a deep enough mark to make it obviously visible.
"Though you seem to beg for punishment as you did stellar cycles ago, I’m not going to give you what you want. I’ve learned now that threats other than physical harm are much, much more effective for putting you back in line. So all I’m going to leave you with now is a question.” Megatron almost leans close enough to have his chassis make contact with Starscream’s frame. It allows him a much easier time of seeing the quivering fear building in the Seeker’s optics. At this range, Starscream cannot ignore how utterly helpless he is from any sort of attack. It is the perfect position for him to drive his parting words deep into the spark of this treacherous Seeker.
“Do you still wish to control Vos?"
And with that, he pulls himself away and leaves Starscream to deal with the implications of that question that now hang in the room.
Megatron sits on the floor of his quarters and closes his optics, cycling deep vents of air. He’ll try this meditation nonsense once, if only to say that he did.
::I don’t think anyone suspects anything yet… This is Megatron. I have escaped from the Broken Decepticon base. Is anyone receiving me?::
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