??????Kaon, Decepticon City-state that was relatively untouched by Unicron's assault, however not by the fall out of that attack. Kaon, and Kolkular fortress, was seen as a gathering point and last bastion of Decepticon power, a Power that was still being fought for five stellar cycles later.
??????Though he showed no emotion a fire raged in his Spark at the time wasting and stupidity of the in-fighting. So many ego subroutines inflated with self-importance, each believing they could step-up and fill the strut-prints of the mech who created the very army they sought to control from nothing more than 'street trash' and pit fighters, slaves. To be able to coerce, guide, control.
. was the answer. To him only one mech could lead the Decepicons, the one who took them and forged them into the Army they were. Cybertron had been theirs, but the Autobots only saw on oppressor replaced by another, so they fought and Cybertron suffered.
??????It still suffered, and he vowed he would do all he could for Cybertron.
??????This was why he was here, walking down the darkened halls of the fortress, his path illuminated by his optic band. Stopping at a door he passed his servo over a panel on the wall to his right, not even bothering to turn his helm to look as he heard the quiet whirring of the panel lifting up, retracting into the wall and an access console shifting forward. Placing his servo to the reactive transluminate of the panel there was soon a low decibel and low volume tone, the click of a lock unlatching and with a creak and groan of metal-on-metal the door before him split open. Striding through the opening he entered the underground bunker that was currently serving as a make-shift medical bay but was in actuality a research and development lab.
??????Weakly, the yellow optic flickered to life, half-exposed cranial circuitry blinking and sparking as a head swung towards the visitor, a rasping vocalizer forced out words.
???????Ah Sz-Soundwave, y-you've come to visit again. How k-k-kind.?
???????Pleasantries: False, Information is required Shockwave.?
???????Isn't it a-alwaysz?? Shockwave rasped, ?I shall a-sz-ssume then, that your search for M-Mega-a-a-tron'sz body has yet to yeild-d results??
Soundwave's optic flickered in annoyance, while Shockwave's brightened in amusement at how much a single optic could convey, especially when paired with an equally emotionless and expressionless mouth-guard.
???????I shall that that as-z a 'no' then.? Shockwave did his best to keep his cool, logical air about him even as his half-crushed, half-mutilated body was wired into the Spark-support machines.
???????Assumption: Correct, Megatron's body has not been located.? Soundwave finally spoke.
???????Then you wish to p-p-proceed-d with your little proje-c-c-ct?? Shockwave's vocalizer hiccuped.
???????Affirmative. Decepticons: Scattered. Force: Powerless. Leader: Needed. Megatron: Needed.?
???????You've m-m-made your point Soundwave.?
Soundwave moved over to a computer console, inputting a list of commands.
???????Tell me Szz-Soundwave... what makes you process this little gambit suc-c-ceeding??
Soundwave turned to look at Shockwave, ?Because it will not be just a clone.?
???????What do you mean? Of course it will be.? Shockwave coughed, ?A blank pro-pro-protoform with m-memory pro-pro-protocols but no Sz-Spark is nothing more than an advanced automaton, a robotic clone.
???????Solution: Vector Sigma.? Soundwave droned, ?Plan: Implant memory protocols before implanting Spark into protoform.?
???????Megatron's Memory: Intact.?
???????A-All of it??
???????Megaplex processing core.? Soundwave answered, ?Function: Specialized processing core. Purpose: Retention and archiving of Megatron's memory.?
Soundwave cocked his helm, ?Surprise: Illogical.?
???????Wh-- How d-dare you!? Shockwave sputtered.
???????Purpose: Back-up in case treachery or plot to overthrow succeeded.?
???????I always did wonder why Megatron kept that screeching harpy around for so long.?
???????Reason: Unknown. Conjecture: Yours is as good as mine.?
???????Ah well. As you said, Megatron is needed.? Shockwave groaned
Soundwave wordlessly nodded, typing command after command into the computer at a dizzying pace, windows filled with lines of code kept flickering as they were constantly switched around with each other, going from background to foreground to back again. Shockwave watched the near-mute mech work, delving deeper and deeper into the computer's memory drives.
??????Slowly he realized that Soundwave was designing Megatron's new body. In one window a graphic display was being compiled from the data being input. The skeletal structure was dense, strong. The power systems, heat sinks, all the internal mechanisms were top of the line. Soundwave would make sure that their Lord's new body was worthy of the Spark that would inherit it.
The one thing Soundwave was not doing, however, was designing their Lord's new alt-mode. Understandable, as one would not wish to presume their Lord's preferences.
??????Mega-cycles later Shockwave's optic flickered to life again. In his weakened state he must have powered down to preserve his energy levels.
??????For five stellar cycles he had been like this, grievously injured, spark needing mechanical support. Having an entire building fall on one's self is not good for one's health, and this had been a very large building at that. It was illogical to him to find himself still on-line, still hooked to these machines. Why had he not been put into a CR Chamber?
??????Instead Shockwave endured mega-cycles of repair surgery by a team of Decepticon Medical bots. Why was Soundwave doing this. Shockwave could not see the lock outside of Soundwave needing him for something, it had to be that.
Shockwave asked himself, What do I have in my processor that he could want.
Shockwave was slowly becoming infuriated at the fact he could not figure Soundwave's motives out. Outside of resurrecting Megatron, of course.
??????If he has access to Megaplex, something even I didn't have, then-- ngh
Shockwave's thoughts ground to a halt as a stabbing pain filled his processor, his vision blurred, off-lining. When it returned Soundwave was standing over him.
???????You will be moved to a CR Chamber.? he droned, ?You are finally stable enough.?
??????Shockwave blacked out again.
= = = =
??????It is known by a servofull of Cybertronians that the shinning metallic sphere with its giant gorge and its liquid metal seas of silvery elements that they called home was in fact built around a core of rock and stone run through with tunnels, caves, caverns and recesses that offer amazing insight to their planets past, cosmically speaking, as well as hiding places and homes for those things only whispered about by young-bots, the superstitious, and those bereft of their senses like over-induldgers of Energon, Empties, drug users and old soldiers that over the stellar cycles had to hide there to survive and were lucky enough to make it out.
??????The mech that was now traversing one of these tunnels that was closer to the surface was none of these, though if one asked his fellow Decepticons; they were certain he was indeed unhinged for trying to speak to Spark's long passed. A sentiment only more-so cemented when it was discovered his machines were picking up signals but not that of dead Cybertronian's but old Earth broadcasts.
??????Mindwipe was not amused when he overheard talk that he should be made ?ambassador? to the Junkions. He was spurred forward by the discovery his receivers and antenna could actually pick up any signal and had been using the chaos of The Aftermath, a simple name for the devastation of the Chaos Bringer's attack that was gaining popularity, to scavenge and salvage the parts he needed to create a more sensitive antenna. It was much easier to aquire ?choice? part, as well as research vital to picking up a Spark's energy signature.
??????This was what he carried in his servo's this solar-cycle, clutching the thick tome to his torso. He could have asked the scribe to make this copy easier to carry as a holo-pad perhaps but he felt it would be cheating somehow.
??????This ancient tome of dark science... no, it is best to have the experience of running your servo-tips over the old, forgotten glyphs, painstakingly carved into the plates of derma-steel harvested from the dying.
??????Setting the tome down onto the make-shift table elicited a groan of protest. Mindwipe pulled a crate to sit on over and eased his bulk down.
??????Running his servos over the cover, taking in the welds that bound the derma-steel plates, double thick, with the forgotten glyphs of Cybertronian history carved neatly into its surface.
??????Simply amazing servo-work
Mindwipe ruminated, Now with this, I will be able to speak with Sparks long passed...
The mystic put down a container filled with a swirlling mix of life's-oil and Energon, nestled with-in was the brilliant blue-white of a Spark, ?but first, a little practice.
??????Taking a clean work towel, he wiped the fluids of the scribe from his servos, then from the tome's large body.
??????With trembling hand he opened the cover, the first page held a symbol; a circle with two 'arms' extending from the top and bottom, around the circle and arms was a ring. The glyph of Unicron.
???????And so the Angles of Dissolution are drawn, erasing the boundry 'tween the realms of Metal and Spark...?
= = = =
??????The Hall of Heroes stands as a reminder of Decepticon strength and power. A large open air plaza with a raised platform with a throne under a canopy of sorts, topped with a torch that bears a purple flame. Lining either side of the plaza, facing the throne were large golden statues of warriors past standing upon great stone bases that held a purple-hued flame with-in a golden receptacle. These effigies were erected to honor the fore-runners of the modern Decepticon; the Quintesson pit-fighting and ?military applications? slaves as a way for the five-faced aliens to keep them relatively quiet.
??????The Hall's history reaches back beyond the Occupation, back into a time when fact and legend, myth and reality, became so intertwined it becomes nigh-impossible for even the most studious, the most meticulous, and the most fervent to discern between the two.
??????That was another reason the Hall stood, with its proud memorials, to remind all that strength and power kept Cybertron going.
??????All, save for one.
??????Not really even a statue either, no gold encased purple eternal flame, no magnificent base. Nothing but the remainder of a Cybertronian corpse. Gray, crumbled, only the legs from the shins down were left. Done so as a reminder by Galvatron that he was the iron servo that would lead the Decepticons to utterly decimate the Autobots.
???????Galvatron? a name he learned to curse above all others, a name he learned from those who visited the Hall in hopes that proffering themselves to their ancestors would somehow help them survive the Aftermath.
??????He sneered at them. The ruthless warriors of the Decepticon Army turned into mewling weaklings, many having forgotten their roots as slaves, as second class citizens under the Council of Elders until Megatron organized them. Many never knew anything except the power of Megatron's rule.
??????He sneered at their weakness. The Gods above knew he wished he could do more than sneer, more than insult audio receptors that were deaf to his voice, more than swing wildly at them and becoming infuriated when his servos passed harmlessly through his target's body.
??????He was stuck there, unable to leave the Hall, unable to go very far from the shins-down corpse.
How Starscream cursed the name and memory of Galvatron.
??????The former Air Commander had spent, to him, an unknown amount of time. His world was grayed out, a bleak shade of the world he once lived in. It could have been a day, or an eon, and he wouldn't have known.
???????AHH!? Starscreamed howled into the gray limbo, ?I finally get rid of Megatron and then this purple usurper comes from nowhere! To think, the first things out of my vocalizer are asking if it was Megatron! Somehow he survived being dumped into space and reformats his body and.. and.. how...?
??????>>-- HOW CORRECT<<
A voice boomed from nowhere yet everywhere. Deep and resonate, monotone but carrying a malevolent lilting, subtle undertone in its mechanical reverberating speech.
??????Starscream spun around on his ghostly heel, "Who dares..?!" Starscream started to demand. He wisely stopped. The last time he started a sentence with those words he was blasted to here, the gray wasteland that laughably passed as his afterlife. Primus only knew what would happen if he stated them here.
The voice remained slightly monotone, barely inflecting its words as the very space around Starscream turned a violent, pulsing red. Starscream clutched at his ghostly audio receptors, dropping to his spiritual knees, loosing a primal howl that would echo into the living world as a wordless, chilling breeze that suddenly kicked up around his 'memorial'. A horrible piercing feedback loop suddenly cropped up as his world turned blood red.
??????In a moment. It passed, the afterlife he had become accustomed to returning to lifeless gray. He coughed, surprised that even as a shade of his former self he wanted to retch the non-existent contents of his power pack onto the ground.
Servo clutching at his own throat, optics wide in shock as he peered around into the nothingness, he barely was able to gasp out three small words, ?Who... are... you??
The voice paused for a moment, as if to inhale
??????>>-- AM UNICRON<<