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Transformers: The Requiem - JDPrime22



Over a year later after the terrible aftermath of the Decepticon invasion, Princess Twilight discovers something deep within the Everfree Forest, something not of her world.

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Chapter 30-Power Changes Everything

Cold. It was so…damn cold.

It wasn’t hard to travel to the Frozen North, but it was hard to fight through it. The leader of the Alliance of Alien Activity stamped his hooves roughly in the freezing snow in order to pull himself forward. His goggles would always fog up from his breath, and Noctune was forced to smell his own spit through the scarf wrapped around his muzzle.

In his right hoof was a small piece of paper. It flapped wildly in the strong, freezing winds. He held it up in front of his goggles, barely making out the coordinates the bird had given him. It was readable, though.

“Alright…forty degrees do north…and now I should be here,” he told himself, placing the piece of paper in his coat pocket for safe-keeping. “Now to play the waiting game.”

It truly was the waiting game. Noctune stood silently, the hissing of the cold wings ripping past his ears and sending shivers all across his body. Though his neck and body were protected from the cold, his face was only partially covered, while his hooves were left in the terribly freezing snow. He didn’t want it to bother him. His teeth chattered and his body shivered. Well, another failed goal.

All around him, Noctune saw nothing. He constantly had to wipe his goggles of the heavy snowflakes piling up. But other than that it was pure white across the entire landscape. The outlines of mountains could barely be seen in the distance, something Noctune hardly cared for. His eyes were constantly scanning the hills around him for any type of movement.

He brought a weapon…just in case.

After nearly seven minutes of doing nothing but freezing to death, Noctune was about to call it quits and head back to Vanhoover. He might just send a kill squad later to deal with the possible Decepticon threat in the area…if he didn’t already see the dark figure.

It appeared over the closest hill, heavy footsteps heard every time it took a step ever so closer to the shivering pony. Even through his foggy goggles covered with bits of snow, Noctune could still observe the figure coming into focus.

The first thing he saw was the glowing purple symbol. Decepticon, of course, but as it made its way down the hill and closer to Noctune, the pony realized it was the same Decepticon from last night. From the hologram.

The Decepticon clearly stood thirty feet tall, though Noctune couldn’t make exact the calculations with the little time he had. He was dark purple with lighter purple-colored lights on his arms, knees, chest, and…eye?

Of course, it was the same Decepticon from the hologram. The cyclops. Two massive wings pointed outwards from its back, but Noctune could only make out the tips sticking up from his short position. The Decepticon approached the pony slowly, its purple eye never breaking contact. It stopped when it was ten feet in front of the stallion.

Silence. The only sound heard being the sound of the howling winds.

Noctune breathed heavily out of his scarf. The Decepticon looked around for a little while, until it rested its eye on the lone pony in the frozen wasteland.

“It seems Laserbeak’s message was well-received,” the Decepticon finally said in the moment of clean silence, shattering it as a rock would do to glass. Noctune didn’t answer, only stared. The Decepticon rested his right hand on his chest. Every time he spoke his eye would light up. It was odd to the pony, but it least it helped Noctune see the Decepticon in the unforgiving storm a little better.

“Forgive me for sounding rash but…why is it that you came alone?” the Decepticon asked.

Noctune responded, “Why did you?”

The Decepticon appeared confused at first, but chuckled at the response he received. “Hm, I can already tell we are going to have a splendid and yet…very interesting chatting session, you and I,” the Decepticon told him. Noctune gave no response to that, his only action being a quick shiver.

It seemed to catch on. “Aw…I seemed to have forgotten that you equines do not take kindly to these low temperatures,” he said, planting his right hand on his chest. “Our inner mechanisms can survive these types of harsh climates, but I’m fairly certain that yours…cannot.”

“I know,” Noctune sarcastically said, “it’s amazing what one can learn in a day.”

The Decepticon didn’t acknowledge the sarcasm, it was as if he didn’t even recognize it, because the next thing Noctune knew the giant stepped aside and let his hand fall in front of him. A gesture even Noctune knew.

“Well, shall we finish this conversation in my…humble abode? I am certain that its temperatures will suit your needs rather perfectly,” the Decepticon told the stallion.

Noctune was confused at first, but felt no need to question the Decepticon anymore. A low frequency hum was heard throughout the area, and the sky above Noctune appeared to act as waves in an ocean. Several cubes the colors of the sky shifted until they became jet black.

A sort of cloaking mechanism, Noctune would imagine, because the next thing he knew a horrifying Decepticon warship was hanging over his head.

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Well, it’s definitely warmer in here. Noctune imagined as he was led by the Decepticon through the dark corridors of the warship. He took off his scarf and placed it inside of his coat pocket. Noctune took in a fresh breath of air, only to have it ruined when the smell of hot metal filled his nostrils. It wasn’t bad, it just didn’t feel right.

He raised his goggles above his head and placed them in his coat as well. From one’s own perspective, Noctune would’ve looked as if he gained a few pounds, or his chest was a lot bulkier than anypony would imagine.

The Decepticon remained quiet throughout their walk, giving Noctune plenty of time to observe his surroundings.

All he could hear was the Decepticon’s footsteps against the metal floor and blurs and clicks from several computers hanging from the nearby walls. The inside of the ship was dark purple and black, a strange mixture of the two that was very fitting for the Decepticons. Noctune’s grey eyes shifted to the Decepticon up ahead of him.

“Where are you leading me?” the pony asked.

The Decepticon answered rather quickly.

“We are here,” it said, two massive doors ahead of him spreading apart to allow the two inside of its darkness. It took a while for Noctune’s eyes to adjust, but when they did he saw the Decepticon take a seat in one of the several large chairs spread around the room.

Speaking of the room, a very large clear window hung to the left of the stallion. He could see nothing but pure whiteness and a blizzard raging outside those windows. He turned his head away and noticed the room had at least two stories above the ground currently standing on. Computers and such far too advanced for even Noctune’s tastes filled the room on all levels. The Decepticon was sitting in a chair that was twice his size that faced the window. It must’ve been a sort of control center.

The Decepticon turned his head to face the lone stallion in the room. “Take a seat, my friend,” it gestured with its right hand, “we will begin shortly.”

Noctune scoffed and approached the nearest chair directly in front of the Decepticon. “I’m not your friend, alien,” Noctune muttered, though he made it loud enough for even the Decepticon to hear. The chair lowered itself in front of the stallion, a soft screeching noise made. Noctune jumped into the large seat. It began to rise until he was mirroring the Decepticon’s height.

It started to speak again, its purple eye lighting up. “I would like to thank you for honoring my request, especially since you came alone.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t give me much of a choice,” Noctune answered, his head resting on his hoof. “What with that bird of yours killing one of my cadets, it wouldn’t leave until I gave a straight answer.” His uninterested eyes shifted over to something that seemed to catch his attention.

The Decepticon nodded in understanding. “Yes, Laserbeak does tend to act on his own most of the time. Something I should really discuss with Soundwave about. And I’m sorry for your loss. It must be quite difficult losing a member of your-”

“Hey,” Noctune interrupted, silencing the Decepticon’s words, “what exactly…is that over there?” He pointed his hoof to an area behind the Decepticon. It turned its flat face over to the right, its interests rising once again.

“Aw, you have quite the keen eye,” the Decepticon answered and stood up from its chair. Noctune watched as the Decepticon approached a small stand only reaching up to its waist. As if gravity was out of the question, a strange relic floated right above the stand. Noctune didn’t know why…but he felt dread wash over him when his eyes continued to stare at the relic. But he couldn’t look away.

The relic was light grey in color, with its center wickedly purple. A dark purple mist hung around the relic, almost giving its presence a much more threatening tone. The Decepticon eyed the relic with great interest, while Noctune eyed it with great worry.

The Decepticon began to speak, its right hand rubbing the side of the dark relic. “Allow me to proudly present…the Dark Spark.”

Noctune sat back in his chair, his eyebrows launching upwards.

“Many years ago, so long in fact that even my own memory betrays me, a squadron consisting of myself and two others traveled to an abandoned Cybertronian city. Our leader, Megatron, ordered us to search for a mystical relic known as the Dark Spark. He imagined its power would be enough to destroy the Autobots once and for all. On our journey deep within the vaults of a forgotten complex, we discovered something…of pure legend.”

Noctune eyed the Dark Spark once again as the Decepticon continued with the story.

“We encountered trouble with a few Autobots on the way. But in the end, the Dark Spark was lost with a battle between Megatron…and Optimus Prime,” the Decepticon sighed heavily before continuing. “I have no clear idea where it went, but after the incident at the Crystal Empire and the portal taking my brothers and I back to Cybertron…I discovered it once more.

“It was hidden within a massive crash site; buildings were incinerated from its sheer power. I don’t know how, but I believe it was trapped in Cybertron’s orbit before crashing down onto the planet itself.”

The Decepticon got in for a much closer look, the light from the Dark Spark made him stand out in the dark control center.

“While the Dark Spark’s true origin continues to remain a mystery this day, others have speculated just where this horrific device came from. Many said it was the very spark of Unicron, others believed it to be a corruption from the Well of All Sparks. Wherever it may have come from, the Dark Spark holds powers beyond anyone’s comprehension. It holds the power to reshape the universe and bend others to its will.”

The pony eyed the Dark Spark with growing interest, a knowing smile growing on his face.

The Decepticon backed away from the relic and said, “The Dark Spark also serves as an excellent power source. It fuels the Nemesis with enough power to fly for hundreds of megacycles. However, it might come in handy a little later on if the plans seem to fail.”

Noctune’s smile vanished. He turned his head towards the Decepticon and asked, “Just what plans are you going on about, alien?”

The Decepticon shook his head and turned to face Noctune. “First of all, my name is Shockwave, not ‘alien.’ I would greatly appreciate it if you referred to me by the name I was built with,” Noctune’s eyes lost interest once again, his mind still reeling on the powers the Dark Spark held. “Second, the plans I am, as you said, ‘going on about’ are the plans for your rise to power and the survival of the Cybertronian race.”

Shockwave took a seat in his chair, crossing his leg over another.

“Would you like to hear about it?” Shockwave asked.

Noctune grumbled in his chair. He looked up at Shockwave and nodded. “That’s kind of the reason I came to freeze my butt off in the Frozen North in the first place, now is it?”

“Indeed.”

Noctune shook his head. Clearly Shockwave didn’t understand sarcasm, or he did and he was just ignoring it. He seemed smart enough, so Noctune went with that option.

Shockwave tapped his fingers on the chair’s arm rest. “Perhaps I shall start with a little…constructive criticism,” he said, leaning forward in his seat. “Laserbeak has recorded multiple shots of your soldiers trying to destroy the Autobots…including Optimus Prime. I was not impressed. Your tactics are sloppy, your delivery is not strong enough. If the Decepticons were to launch another invasion,” his eye stared right into Noctune’s gaze, “we would slaughter this world and your military.”

“You got a point to make other than criticizing my life’s work, Shockwave?" Noctune retorted, his voice rising in anger.

Shockwave nodded and leaned back in his chair. “The point being that the only reason we didn’t send another planetary assault…was because of you,” Noctune’s eyebrow shot up. Shockwave continued, “Unlike my former master, I do not wish to leave piles of dead bodies in our quest to saving Cybertron. Your cause is just and true. All you want is to protect your world and your pony allies. All I want is to save my world.”

Noctune watched as Shockwave laid his right hand on his blaster.

“Do you see now?” Shockwave asked. “We’re not so different, you and I.”

“What does this have to do with me and my company?” Noctune asked, receiving a nod from the Decepticon. Shockwave began to speak again, his story shifting to what exactly happened after the aftermath of the Decepticon invasion.

“After the portal absorbed all Cybertronian life forms on this world, we were taken straight to Cybertron, which is understandable since the coordinates were meant to return back to my home planet after we were…ahem…meant to steal your planet’s energy source,” Shockwave explained. Noctune shook his head, but gestured with his hoof for Shockwave to continue. “I was the one to awaken first, and after observing my race’s death toll…I was certain we truly had nothing left.”

Noctune interrupted. “Why should I be concerned about that?”

“You shouldn’t,” Shockwave muttered and gripped the end of the armrest on his chair. He relaxed his hand and continued, “Anyways, back to what I was saying before I was rudely interrupted,” Noctune gave a smartass grin, “this planet is rich with raw energy, and if we could just have a portion I can be able to reboot the core of Cybertron, saving the planet and the Transformer race.”

Shockwave lowered his gaze onto Noctune’s. “Well…what do you think?” he asked.

Noctune shook his head, his eyes staring only at his hooves tapping on the chair. He brought his head up and answered, “Now, I don’t really care about your alien race, in fact you can all just rust to death on that wasteland you call a planet for all I care.”

The Decepticon brought his head back. He showed no emotion to the horrible insult.

The dark brown stallion continued, “But the point I’m making is that even if we manage to get you your wish, there is no way I can convince the princesses of ever letting you do such a thing. If you didn’t already know by now…Celestia and Luna kinda hate you guys with a burning passion.”

To his surprise, Shockwave let loose a heavy chuckle. After a moment’s rest, Shockwave eyed the pony sitting in front of him and said, “That is where you come in, my little friend.”

Noctune didn’t dare to breath. At first, he couldn’t care less for what this Decepticon was saying. Now, he didn’t want to miss a second of whatever it was Shockwave was about to say. It was incredible.

“We need…to overthrow the princesses.”

Oh...yes!

Shockwave continued, glad to see a big smile growing on Noctune’s lips. “With Princess Celestia and Princess Luna out of the way, this world will need a new leader. That is why I came to you in the first place, Noctune. I can give you the power you’ve been lusting and dreaming for your entire life…and all you and your Alliance has to do…is make a partnership with the Decepticons.”

Noctune was practically grinning at that point, but he remained silent as Shockwave continued to speak.

“You will do whatever we say, and in turn we will equip your soldiers with much more efficient battle strategies and weapons that can be used in a takeover of Celestia’s reign,” Shockwave finished and leaned forward, his right hand stretched towards Noctune. “Do we have a deal?”

Suddenly, a crushing guilt fell upon the stallion. His smile vanished, and a look of sadness and regret was seen on his face. He looked up at Shockwave, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open.

He spoke, “Will…will the ponies of this world feel the Decepticon wrath?”

Shockwave leaned back only slightly. He lowered his head, silent for a few moments. When he brought his gaze back to Noctune’s, he slowly nodded once, much to the pony’s dismay.

“Certain…‘sacrifices’ might have to be made, I’m afraid.”

Noctune let loose a heavy breath. He closed his eyes, his chest heaving in and out. Shockwave gave him some time to think about it, but he would not change his offer despite the effects that would no doubt transpire.

He didn’t know what to think. On one hoof, he could finally be rid of those tyrants that were ruling the land of Equestria. He could finally bring his ideas and lifestyle to the rest of the ponies in the country. He could finally bring change!

But at what cost…?

The reason Noctune created the Alliance was to protect his race. Yes, the power was excellent, but the safety and security he brought to ponies somehow kept him sane, knowing what he was doing wasn’t just for his benefit, but it was to the benefit of ponykind. It would be a betrayal to his species, and to himself, if he went through with this deal…

Noctune looked over to the Dark Spark. His eyes glistened in its presence, a dark shadow overcoming his heart and hardening it. He smiled.

When he turned to face Shockwave, the Decepticon noticed how all the life and feelings he once saw in the pony’s eyes moments ago had all but disappeared. Nothing but an animal remained in those lifeless grey orbs that pony had. An animal that could not feel, that had no compassion, that’s what he saw.

It was very intriguing.

Noctune stuck his hoof out, his killer’s smile never wavering.

“You got yourself a deal…partner.”

Shockwave gripped his tiny hoof and shook it.

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