Peace through tyranny

"Knowing history is the best way to make sure it doesn't repeat itself."

They backed up a few steps, their eyes pulling into a glare.

Animated: "Seriously? But look, you didn't explain in detail. We're both curious bots. What do you mean by 'My story cannot be repeated'?"

G1: "When you say things like that, it seems like you're hiding something from us or that it's very important. And we love that..."

"Quintessons. They're everywhere, aren't they? Like a plague, always invading planets and trying to conquer them at any cost. Just thinking about them makes me sick." He finishes with a grimace.

"So, the leader of your enemies was also the one chosen by your Goddess? The same thing happened with my own enemy, Optimus Prime. He was nothing more than an ordinary, useless robot when our God—Primus himself—bestowed the Matrix of Leadership upon him, making him the savior of Cybertron. But, ah, the consequences of free will... Granting such power and responsibility to someone more concerned with saving other planets, like Earth, than our own world. Primus was foolish enough to do that."

Megatron maintains a serious expression, yet he also seems amused by the situation. He lets out a low, restrained chuckle. "I must admit, Commander Electra: the two of us have something in common. I, too, tried to reason with Optimus and make him see what we Decepticons are striving to do to save our home planet; but, as you might imagine, it was all in vain. That is why the Decepticons started this war." He shrugs, steps closer to her, and extends his servo. "I believe we can form this alliance—for the time being. I think we can help one another with our respective causes."

Fay wasn't sure if the big giant was making true to his threat, but she wasn't pondering long as sounds of gunshoots rang through the forest as trees and were destroyed around her, causing fay to let out a small yelp as she used her arms and ducked covering her head to trying to protect her head from getting hit from debris.

This mech was mean and loud she honestly wanted to be far away from this robot as possible, but with her wings being wet, it seemed impossible, so she could only lay in the grass only hoping she wasn't seen by the mech. Though this mech now acknowledges it wasn't a human hiding but now a creature such as herself hiding, she didn't know it was dread or fear?

"Hmm..." Well, the Decepticon leader decided to turn back, carefully observing his surroundings. He even took out his binoculars to examine the area more closely.

He looked up, to the left, to the right, and when he looked down—once again, nothing. But then, the wind began to blow, and with it, he managed to spot something beneath the soil on the ground. As the wind blew the dirt away, he saw a small strand of blonde hair being carried by the breeze. He looked closer and... it moved!

"Hah! I knew it! I could sense a presence nearby!" With a wicked smile, he lowers himself to the ground, his optical sensors fixed on the tiny fairy lying there. "Well, look at that! Such a tiny little thing..."

"I bet you're afraid, huh? Hehe! You should be! But tell me: what are you, little one?"

She is an Autobot herself, really. Optimus said she is, and she specifically requested to get the insignia now on her chassis where her furry friend was curled up. He’s…her enemy.

She's startled out of her thoughts when it seems at if...the raccoon is trying to tell her something. She's learned only pieces of the animal language, but she picks up just enough to get her attention.

Look! You! There!

Huh...? Her gaze follows his pointing paw, drawing her attention in the direction she had found him in. He had been sprinting out...of Megatron's office. With Blitzwing and Lugnut on his tail.

Look... You... There...?

Now her mind is buzzing more than ever. She ignores it for the time being as they emerge outside, instead asking the little critter which tree is his. She's aware of the warlord standing behind her while she sends him along his way, back to the other raccoons waiting expectantly from a tree cavity. When she returns to Megatron, she finds her helm still spinning.

"Yes, no problem. You can rest. But... don't take too long, and get back to work as soon as possible." He says this firmly, before noticing his communication device beeping. "Well, I have matters of my own to attend to. Excuse me."

With that, he returns to the Command Room to attend to his duties. His office is completely vulnerable at the moment—as is his secret. Resting on the desk is Megatron’s journal, and it's open. Who would have thought a Warlord would keep something like that? And to make matters worse, he was reckless enough to leave it open, believing that no one would dare enter his office anyway. Not even his own soldiers do so.

"..............!"

Back in his cover identity, Longarm had turned upon hearing a voice that was familiar yet not. And could only stare when he was-

"M-megatron-?!"

It was him. But it wasn't. But it was. No matter. He was shifting back and kneeling in front of this.....version? Of his Leader?

Megatron turns around and is momentarily surprised by what he sees. It wasn't an Autobot? Was that robot he saw a Decepticon all along? You could say he was impressed.

"You... were a Decepticon this whole time? So you're a spy, I suppose? Heh! You've got quite an interesting ability!" He smiles, stepping closer to Shockwave and gesturing with his servo for him to stand up. His animated counterpart certainly knows how to pick his soldiers well.

"Let's just say I ended up here by... accident. I'm not exactly from around here; I came from another dimension. I invented a machine capable of traveling to different worlds—put it that way. My goal was to recruit more Decepticons to fight by my side or... simply find a way to end the war as quickly as possible. I may not be the Megatron you're looking for, but I am still the leader of the Decepticons!" He says proudly.

"I'm glad you accepted it, my dear." He gently extends his servo for her to hold, and when she does, he leans over and places a kiss on the back of her servo. As they walk through the park, he points out some of the surrounding trees and the flowers beginning to bloom with the arrival of spring.

"I confess I’ve never been an admirer of this organic planet. Such primitive places—not to mention the insufferable inhabitants here. But these flowers... I admit, they are beautiful." He turns to look at her, walking slowly to ensure she keeps pace with him. "They remind me of you. You see, when they’re closed, it’s as if they’re hiding, afraid to show their true beauty to the world. But when they open, their beauty is revealed, and people can look and admire them."

It would be better, however, if no one dared to look at Mournie...

"And that's exactly what happens when you walk around here, my dear. You shine this park with your presence, and even make something I personally dislike into something pleasurable."

A dramatic sigh. "Oh, how IRONIC."

He continues listening to the traitorous Decepticon, and even though Lugnut isn't the most intelligent Decepticon, he's quite determined to bring down Datashrike and impress his Lord, so he's paying close attention.

18+ / Indie / Non-Selective / Shattered Glass! Rodimus

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