//------------------------------// // Chapter 6 // Story: Transformers Prime: The Equestrian War(Revival in Progress) // by ALoyalAutobot //------------------------------// The Grudge that Follows Autobot HQ - Jasper, Nevada Over the sands of Jasper, a military helicopter making it's route from the Army Base. An angry man piloting it being the Earth's ambassador for the U.S. Government. A man by the name of Agent William Fowler. Time to time, he checks in the Autobots ensuring what they were doing won't reveal their presence around Earth's population. For fear it may cause a worldwide panic if ever exposed. Of course, conspiracy nutcases with the snout of a pig, would sneak a glance getting their noses into business they should not be involved in. They would have been exposed if the planet was a superstitious race. Picking up his radio, calling the Autobot Base for a response. This was the sixth time he radioed the base, and he can't hear a peep. His patience wearing thinner than stage glass props. "PRIME! I hope you have a good excuse for your inability in answering me. Cause you won't be getting any sympathy from me!" Agent William Fowler wasn't too happy when he was assigned to security detail with alien lifeforms. He assumed he has to "babysit" the Bots. After Agent Fowler was saved and Prime stopped the possibility of an undead alien invasion, they certainly earned his respect. He won't be all friendly, but respect them. Ratchet stood in the front of the machine... his machine... his creation... the one machine created by his own bare hands... became their downfall... He stared into the empty chamber of the broken Ground Bridge, feeling it pull his conscious into oblivion. The team was gone because of the machine. Jack, Miko, Rafael... they will no doubt blame him for the devastation soon to be brought on their home world. They will never forgive him... "It's all my fault..." he mutters to no one in particular. The sound of working machinery snapped him from the trance he was put in. The elevator doors slide open to reveal a dark-skinned, somewhat out of shape, man. He wore a white shirt with a gray bluish overcoat adorned with a black tie and dark blue pants. He's very upset from the travel he has to make when the Bots wouldn't give Agent Fowler a call back. "You there, Doc-bot, where in Uncle Sam's beard are Prime and his team?! Our top boys are getting several calls from the councilmen of the UN, several eyewitnesses report unauthorized aircraft circling around in the far corners of the United States, Russia, and Brazil! Jets, metal giants, and a Helicopter in total. My only conclusion is that the Cons are on the move, recovering these 'relics' you Bots keep discussing. So, where are they?!" Ratchet turned his optics towards the anger Fowler, lament present within his blue eyes. He gave a sigh as he once more gazed at the one responsible for his friend's absence. Fowler gave him an angry glare as Ratchet gave him a quiet, but clear answer. "They're gone, Agent Fowler..." The Nemisis - Location; Unknown Above the life-giving air of the planet's surface orbits a large warship, bigger than the entire U.S. Navy fleet, combined. The ship of mass destruction carefully hovering away from prying organic eyes. It lingers high over the surface of the planet as a silent raven ready to deliver it's untold message of future death. It's size and the massive firepower equipped has enough power to level the entire city of Los Angeles and beyond. Standing on the foredeck of the feared warship is a lone figure... An odd design of a barrel-shaped cannon attached to his right arm. His hands in the form of claw-like fingers, sharp enough to rip through the toughest armor of any opponent ever to face the warrior. The entire structure of the lone Cybertronian built to strike fear into anyone who tries to challenge his might, or his rule. The top of his head has a slight dome-like shape, while it's helmet-like head would conceal the back and sides. The bottom edges would end in a curve to seperate a few feet away from covering his chin finished into a sharp edge. He would bare his shark-like teeth in anger and his optics would make any freeze in fear of the evil burning in his eyes. A Decepticon insignia engraved into his armored chestplate... The name of this figure would be heard throughout the cosmos, and tremble in horror. For his name is forever known as Megatron; Leader of the Decepticons... Megatron pondered from their recent events after the fall of Unicron, the Chaos-Bringer. The one called Optimus Prime, sacrificed the Matrix of Leadership to end Unicron's resurrection. In the process, lost his memories and reverted to the mind of the Iacon librarian known as Orion Pax. Using his amnesia to his advantage, he tricked Orion into decoding the Iacon Hall of Records stolen in the final days of the War for Cybertron. Despite Megatron's clever manipulation, Orion caught wind of Megatron's true intentions. Not only that, he discovered the weapons he's equipped with in his time as Optimus Prime. He then rebelled against Megatron, and reclaimed the Matrix of Leadership with the help of that organic fleshbag called Jack. He growled as the words of Orion echoed in his head, "That maybe true, or yet another form of deception. But this I do know, my sympathies lies with the Autobots, and you are not one of us." "Orion... Even without the memories of Optimus Prime, he still carries the enemy of whom I loathe... No matter. Our next encounter should that ever occur, I'll rip out his spark." he muttered to himself. Orion Pax... 'I should've known he was working against me to claim the glory which was mine! He caused this war, and I'm going to make his death as slow and painful as possible!' thinking and growled as the memories of his past in the High Council replayed in his mind... Megatron heard footsteps over the runway... He turned his head, and sees a Vehicon coming his way. The Decepticon took pride in serving Megatron. The Vehicon took his built-in arm blaster in his right then placed it across his chest and bowed, before speaking to his true leader. "Lord Megatron, I have come to deliver a message from Soundwave." The Vehicon felt pleased to humbly serve his master. The honor is his and the glory is Megatron. Megatron did not appreciate the interruption his Decepticon caused. If he brought news, it better be good. "Speak..." he commands, and so the Vehicon obeys. "Excavation teams one and two have reported in... they've arrived at the coordinates tasked to them. There's been a few mild nuisances they've stated, but they were either frightened off or annihilated. Excavation team three has yet to report in... The first two teams are begininng the mining procedures now, it'll be a few months without interruption, distractions or interference and the Iacon relic will be recovered." he finishes, as he waited for Megatron to give him instructions. What Megatron says will be done, in success or death. Megatron began to think about what has yet to be completed... he then remembered the Ground Bridge before the Autobots and human escaped from the Space Bridge... he needed to be certain... "What of the Autobots?" he asked, malice presenting itself as the Vehicon felt fear beginning to take his a hold of his spark. The Decepticon servent paused before he made an audible gulp. "T-Traces of the G-Ground Bridge has left us with... how should I put this... a c-cold trail." he waited for the feared fusion cannon to end his life, to become one with the Allspark alongside his brothers. Nothing happened... he looked up at the Decepticon warlord, as he turned towards his servent. Megatron clearly was not pleased with the results his sorry-excuse of a Decepticon presented him with. Megatron spoke, venom dripping from voice. "As incompetent you are with incompleting a simple task with no Autobots here for me to punish, I probably won't put up in ending a hapless Decepticon like yourself..." malice echoed through his speech, as Megatron came around and faced his comrade's backside. Leaving the poor Decepticon to wonder what his master will do to him. Megatron slide the blade hidden under his fusion cannon, and thrusted the sharp weapon in direct contact with his spark chamber, the tip of the blade sticking out from his chestplate. The last words the dying Vehicon heard was, "... but you were due to be executed." then he yanked his sword out from the lifeless carcass as he mercilessly kicked his newest addition to the list of dead failures, booting it into the vacuums of space. 'Hmph, amateur s... perhaps Soundwave can be of better use.' he mused. Megatron entered the Decepticon hangar, the doors shutting behind him followed by a hiss. Along the way everytime he passes a guard or a patrol, they'd salute and praise their overlord. "Hail Megatron...", "Lord Megatron, I live to serve you...", or "All hail Lord Megatron." each praise adding arrogance into the insanely corrupt tyrant. Megatron soon arrived to his intended destination and the doors in front of him hissed opened. This room where Orion Pax was fooled into deciphering the Iacon Hall of Records. While Megatron's plan may lie in shambles, he did manage to get Orion to decrypt three Iacon relic locations. 'Pitiful... Orion would have made an excellent Decepticon. Hehehe... while we still have more data to decrypt that is.' he smiled while chuckling to himself. Alerted by his master's silent chuckle, Soundwave turned standing face-to-face with his lord. Soundwave is Megatron's most loyal, reliable Decepticon than any of Megatron's Decepticon warriors, excluding Megatron himself. He gave him a bow, an always must-show gesture when they present themselves to Lord Megatron. Once he had Soundwave's attention, he began asking Soundwave questions, ones Megatron is most confident that his Communications Officer can assist in answering. "Soundwave, what is the status of my new Space Bridge project?" Metallic tentacle-like appendages, slithered out from Soundwave's back, one by one entering the sockets specifically designed for Soundwave in the mainframe. An image appeared on the screen in a donut shape with jagged, rough edges on the outer rim of the object displayed on the screen. Cybertronian text labelling themselves around the image. "Ah, excellent... have the Space Bridge warmed up and ready. Expect more Energon on the way." Soundwave nodded showing his master he understands. "By the way, any news on the Autobot base?" he asks. Soundwave faced his master, his screen face lighting up with wavelegnths showing it's a recording. It then spoke, but in a monotone voice. "PRIME! I hope you have a good excuse for your inability in answering me! Cause you won't be receiving any sympathy from me!" the voice ringing a few bells in Megatron's head. "Yes... the one called 'Special Agent William Fowler'." he spoke, as an image appeared on Soundwave's screen showing a dark-skinned middle-aged man. "Now that the Autobot's managed to use a human to slip by Breakdown, I will ensure that every human voice will be recorded to not make the same mistake again..." he growled. "Tell me something, Soundwave. What does a communication malfunction involve the Autobot's base coordinates?" An image appeared on Soundwave's screen filled with white dots and purple clouds. An Autobot insignia blip appearing on the map. A planet, not of Earth, revealed. On the cosole, a more clear image was displayed albiet, more colorful and somewhat smaller... "Hm... interesting... Are you certain it is of their origin?" he asks. Megatron hates errors more than anything, and will no doubt destroy something if something went wrong. Soundwave nod in confirmation. "Alright then, we will leave in a few mega-cycles. Prepare the coordinates to this planet and identify the owners. If it's not Optimus Prime, nothing will hurt in some Autobot extermination." he calmly smiles. Even if it was an error, terminating some Autobots will make up for it. Megatron turns to leave, then stops. "One more thing, Soundwave." Soundwave turns once more and listened carefully to what he has to say. "Have my Energon infuser ready..."