Transformers Galvatron Self-Insert (TFP)

[Devastator21]

Everything is wrong.


[BEGINNING: CORE PROCESSOR START-UP SEQUENCE.]


[WARNING: LARGE-SCALE DAMAGE SUSTAINED.

BEGINNING SELF DIAGNOSTIC.]


It was cold, and I don't know where I am.


[LISTING INITIAL DIAGNOSTIC RESULTS:]


[OPTICS: OFFLINE.]


[BUILT-IN PARTICLE FUSION CANNON: OFFLINE.]


[SYSTEMS: STABILISING SERVOS OFFLINE.]


My legs... I can't feel my legs...?


[ACCESSING PRIMARY PROCESSOR.]


[ACCESS GRANTED: DISTRIBUTING RELEVANT FILES.]


I'd... Crash landed from space apparently that's a normal thing to do.


I start going through my memories, letting the background process do its thing.


i was going...home after eating out.


But I'd also been in space activating an experimental transportation device around a space-time anomaly.


My name it...is...was something important, my files of recent events seem corrupted well isn't that bloody brilliant.


Although previous memory logs indicate two different names i could use for the moment.


Galvatron and Megatron.


The name held different meanings to the two (or more) corresponding set of memories.


In the first, both names are villains of a sort, the main antagonist, if you will.


In the second.....we'll. I'm Galvatron. Frag


I'm not particularly upset, just confused and angry, apparently.


But the memories are quite weird and confusing to sort through, not the human side it's the cybertronian side.


it's like going through a mish-mash of different emotions and memories of Megatron and Galvatron, while Megatrons's memories are clear and precise like a well olied machine.


Galvatron's is like a symphony of rage at everything and some clarity.


The beginning of Galvatron's memories were clear after a major battle it shattered.


After a few moments, i went through it and had a clear picture of what happened.


Galvatron was alone on a throne of rust and molten scrap, his enemies dead, but his army gone the universe dead all life gone by his hand indirectly or not.


So he hatched a plan to go to a different universe and regain his army.


But things didn't go to plan while crossing universes he got bombarded with memories and information of himself, and then it went black.


I guess he crashed on.....Cybertron? i guess, but I must have taken the place of Galvatron's spark 'soul,' whatever.


So I'm on a dead world alone and injured.


Both sets of memories, Cybertronian and Human, agree.


I will not die.


____


It had taken time. Too much to be honest, but i had gotten my optics online.


With my vision returned, I'd managed to assess the situation my entire body is badly damaged i dragged myself to the nearest offlined cybertronian a vehicon with my sole remaining servo.


I had not thought twice before canibailzing the offlined mech's parts. Cheap models they may have been, they weren't as damaged as my own.


Besides, it wasn't like he was using them anymore.


So i repeated the process dragging myself from mech to mech. Salvaging what intact components remained from the rusted frames of a mass produced piles of junk.


I'd repaired my stabilising servos and gained the ability of movement after a few cycles of scavenging parts.


Taking my first couple of steps, no matter how weakly, it had been beautiful, the first happy memory i have had since coming here.


Now, to identify where i crashed, it looks disgusting but familiar, Kaon.


My home were I made my true name no longer D-16 the miner from Tarn but the name Megatron and forged the decepticons from the gladiatorial pits and rose up against the functionalist council those were the days when strength was all that mattered and the decepticon cause was just.


Now i walked the destroyed streets of my fallen Empire, searching.


Assuming the large number of memories i have.


One of Shockwave's old labs is nearby...ah, i found it.


I couldn't help but laugh maniacally as I passed through the entrance.


____


My particle fussion cannon is back at 100% efficiency. Luckily, i found some leftover parts lying around.


To be honest, it was pure luck i found this laboratory and Megatrons's override command worked was a miracle.


Now time to access a terminal to figure out what universe I'm bloody in.


Oh well, that's not bad I'm in the tfp universe on cybertron after the main decepticons and autobots left behind.


There are some pockets of autobots and decepticons outposts left behind.....hmmmm if i can bring the decepticons to heel on cybertron that will give a a good starting position and maybe get shockwave on my side yes that's a plan allocate 10% processing power on working on how to implement it.


But for now, build a starting base of operations and survive.


Everything seemed to be going fine i activated the automated defence systems there, not at 100%, but good enough.


Which meant i had nothing to do. Aside from scavenging the surface for what little more energon i could find and parts to repair everything else. But first, the life-giving force of fuel that is running low at the moment.


As if to confirm my thoughts, my fuel tank sent me an alert.


[WARNING: ENERGON LEVELS RUNNING LOW]


Yes, i know, do not repeat, send all messages silently to me.


[UNDERSTOOD REROUTING ALL NEW MESSAGES THROUGH NEW PARAMETERS]


Good, now cybertronians didn't need to breathe, but i cycled some air in the approximation of breathing as an organic as it brings me comfort.


Time to work.


____


Did you know how it feels to transform it? It is a blessing, and no one can tell me otherwise unless they wish to meet the end of particle fusion cannon.


After getting confirmation from my inbuilt system, my t-cog is fully operational and that it won't rip in half.


While i was inspecting it, i was pleased to find that i was a triple changer how stupid was old me not to check or maybe he did he was a mad bastard.


I transformed into my alt mode a tank it was great. It was like...you had been standing for all you're life and just sat down for the first time ever.


That's a weird analogy, but it fits. Anyway i felt quite happy just driving around the various destroyed roads and collapsed buildings.


But sad somewhat my Megatron side of my memories is bringing up of what cybertron looked like in the past it hardens my resolve to fix cybertron and stop this war no matter the cost.


Moving on I've made sure to stop occasionally and collect energon from either semi-intacted bodies.


You know, draining a corpse of energon is a somewhat difficult process.


First i needed to find a corpse and that's the easy part Kaon is littered in corpses of cybertronians.


Second part of the process was finding clean energon that's not stale or infected.


And of course i had to keep my eye on scraplets they are quite fascinating and horrific they way they devoured a dead mech all the way through the armour to the base component's and then that two.


I slowly made my way away from it as they devoured more dead bots i swear to eventually exterminate them all when i have the manpower.


Okay back to the topic of draining energon this particular bot seemed to be a brute one of Shockwave's experiments during the war it would've been a sight to see in person but now it's not pretty or aesthetically pleasing anymore.


Maybe later, i may have an army befitting that of an Emperor.


Nonetheless it's energon tank had not ruptured or been infected by any biological weapons of mass destruction or eaten by those disgusting scraplets.


Which meant for me it was mine.


The only resistance was a shriek of metal as my servo tore through the heavy duty armour it took a few nano-clicks but i finally found the tank and ripped it out.


"Thanks mate for your generous donation to your lord."


i put the stolen energon in my subspace, then transformed and took off.


It wouldn't be wise to stick around in the open too long, honestly im surprised nobody noticed me but if i do ever come back i would be surprised if the corpse was gone by the time if i ever came back.


Now the decently sized portion of energon rested in my subspace.


Subspace it was really convenient it's like hammerspace but limited in how much it could store, i could carry a large amount of anything in it before it closed down due to storage space will probably expand that later.


[DECEPTICON TRANSMISSION NEARBY.]


[SOURCE IDENTIFICATION IS SHOCKWAVE]


[ACCEPT COMMUNICATION Y/N]


Oh that's surprising "yes system establish communications"


[ESTABLISHING COMMUNICATIONS]


[SHOCKWAVE:IDENTITY YOURSELF]


[GALVATRON: DO NOT TELL ME YOU DO NOT RECOGNISE YOUR LORD AND MASTER SHOCKWAVE]


[SHOCKWAVE:LORD MEGATRON IS THAT YOU]


[GALVATRON:IN A WAY SHOCKWAVE RELAY YOUR LOCATION TO ME SO WE MAY MEET IN PERSON]


[SHOCKWAVE:AS YOU WISH MY LORD I AWAIT YOUR ARRIVAL]


[COMMUNICATION:CUT OFF]


Well, that was surprising, that went pretty well.


I will fly back to base and repair the rest of my systems before going to Shockwave.


I felt giddy at meeting one of my favourite Decepticons ever.


I just got an alert to refuel the energon tank


Fine. Refuelling first.


Time to go back to base


____

"Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye."


"hahaha fuck you God, Primus,Rob,Unicorn you got rick rolled you sucker ha."


"I need company im so bored."


I glanced around my makeshift laboratory while dissecting a dead cybertronian and im also trying to salvage it's spark chamber for a pet project.


____
Deca-Cycle later (10 days)


It had been 10 days since i since my rebirth or activation most of it spent fortifying my base, scavenging for equipment, energon, and generally doing whatever piqued my fancy.


In my spare time, i spent on my new Decepticon army it's only a prototype at the moment it is going to replace the vehicon troopers as the main battle force of the new decepticon army if it goes to plan.


The chassis of my new creation is beautiful. In my opinion, i took inspiration from the frame of a Zaku and a mix of the gundam heavy arms custom,gpb-06f super custom.


Imagine the frame of the GPB-06F but the launchers on the waist and shoulders and in the body and come out when in battle otherwise perfectly incognito, the battle mask will kinda look like Tarns from the DJD because it looks badass but it won't be all the same for the other's the variations will look different it's just it's the first time in all my life including my memories that i had built something, a living being for the first time in all my lives.


I have chiped my own spark to give life to my creation normally this would be fatal but due my Megatron and Galvatron sides were both created by Primus and Unicron respectively and my human soul gave my spark unique properties its stronger than a normal Cybertronian and that of a Prime when they receive the matrix of leadership my spark is roughly 5x times stronger than before so only a slight amount of pain but negligible.


While my creation is in a gestation tank i found in the laboratory.


Now it's finally time to meet Shockwave and gain his allegiance.


____
1 Deca-Cycle later (1 day)


I'm on the outskirts of Shockwave's location


"System establish communications with Shockwave"


[ESTABLISHING COMMUNICATIONS]


[GALVATRON:SHOCKWAVE SEND ME YOUR LOCATION NOW]


[SHOCKWAVE:YES MY LIEGE]


[LOCATION IDENTIFIED 20 MILES NORTH OF CURRENT LOCATION]


[GALVATRON:I WILL BE AT YOUR LOCATION IN 20 KLIKS MEET ME OUTSIDE YOUR BASE]


[SHOCKWAVE:AFFIRMATIVE]


[COMMUNICATIONS CUT]


Driving to Shockwave's location, i wonder how difficult it will be to make Shockwave join my side of the coup/splinter group of the decepticons.


if i remember correctly, he only joined for the freedom of unrestricted experimentation.


I could offer him future technology like synthetic energon and the location of the omega lock and my own scientific experiments that could work.


Let's hope it goes to plan i would hate to destroy an important asset to my plans.


____


I see Shockwave in the distance, and he also sees me to.


Shockwave: "You are not Lord Megatron identify yourself now or meet your end."


I see Shockwave priming his astro cannon ready for any response to his query that is not well received.


Galvatron: "All will be explained in a moment first overlook these files first."


[FILES SENT]


Shockwave: "This is illogical."


I see his shock no pun intended at the files of this universes future without my interference, the illogical decisions of the Decepticons, and that of Megatrons's.


Also, Megatrons's addiction to dark energon and how it impacted his mind how he nearly reactivated Unicron the chaos bringer twice instead of blowing up the planet or leaving it to Optimus and the humans.


Shockwave: "How can you know this who are you?"


Shockwave has disarmed his astro cannon and is looking at me inquisitively as much as he can with one optic


Galvatron: "I come from the future, without my intervention this universe will cease to exist i was once Megatron, but evolved to become Galvatron."


I can see from Shockwave's body language that he is contemplating something.


My hopes are answered when Shockwave gets to his knees and kneels.


Shockwave: "I pledge myself to you, Lord Galvatron."


I smirk evily a trait i got from Megatron


Galvatron: "Good Shockwave i expected nothing less from my chief scientific officer."


As Shockwave is rising, i realise that my path to victory has never been clearer.


And with Shockwave on my side, my endeavours with my new class of Decepticon will be even easier.


Galvatron: "Shockwave overlook these files for a new Decepticon class."


Shockwave: "Yes, my Lord."


____
Orbital Cycle Later (1 month)


Everything went surprisingly well with Shockwave after reviewing everything and a couple of questions as we walked back to his laboratory.


I sent him the location of my base of operations, and i helped him acquire the fossilised remains of a Predacon who i imagine will be come Predaking.


We also exchanged information on upgrades we have in mind for ourselves.


I enquired to Shockwave about if it's possible to move his equipment to my base so i may show him what I'm working on.


It took us a couple of mega-cycles ( a couple of hours) to pack up and move it to my base and to set it all up.


We also got to work on repairing Shockwave to 100% efficiency, and Shockwave also checked me for any problems, which there were a couple but nothing extensive.


Shockwave looked over my prototype creation 00-01 nickname Zero and made a few adjustments to its spark and frame.


Shockwave also made a few drones powered by electricity and solar energy to go out and scavenge energon from any sources and also bring anything of use like equipment, files, and general locations for interest.


Now I know you're curious about the drones.


Well, they are corpses of cybertronians stripped of anything useful and generally used for any menial tasks they have no real sentience and are programmed by Shockwave to do jobs assigned by both of us.


It's a good thing they are judging by the increased number of scraplets we had for awhile they tracked us all the way from Shockwave's old laboratory to Kaon.


But soon decreased due to the drones destroying them with their kinetic weapons and melee.


Due to the drones not having energon, the scraplets could not identify them, so they never reacted to the assault and were all wiped out good riddance i say.


Moving on, Project Predacon and Project PBM that stands for Prime Battle Machine, it's going well, Prototype zero as I called it until i figure out a name for it.


It was going to be ready in a Stellar-Cycle (1 year), but with the increased amount of resources, it has decreased to 6 Orbital-Cycles, and Project Predacon is going to be completed in roughly a Stellar-Cycle.


Moving on, our base of operations has gotten bigger and is literally a virtual fortress.


Any conceivable blind spot is covered, but still, just in case anyone manages to break in the emergency defense, drones will activate and intercept any enemy forces and keep them occupied while we get ready for a confrontation with the enemy it's ready for any conceivable threat for example any decepticon or autobot or any other cybertronians or literally anything.


The turrets are a mix of laser based and kinetic weapons, including missiles, railguns, and literally anything that might be useful to me and Shockwave.


The defence is being continuously upgraded by both of us.


Honestly, i believe Shockwave is having fun with this, i can't tell due to basically having one-eye, but i just know.


____
5 Solar-Cycles later


Honestly, these past few days have been fine.


Shockwave has finally left the gestating Predacon alone and is spending his time on the Prototype PBM and the synthetic energon formula i have it's roughly at Ratchet's version in the show.


I figure it's time to meet the Decepticon outpost on Cybertron.


Now, time to convince Shockwave to accompany me to meet them so they don't shoot on sight.


I walk into Shockwave's side of the Laboratory and see him working at a terminal.


Galvatron: "Shockwave, are you available to come with me to meet the current decepticon base on cybertron so that we may gain additional manpower."


Shockwave looks up from the terminal and digests the question.


Shockwave: "My liege all current projects can be automated for a small amount of time for me to accompany you to the main Decepticon base on Cybertron."


I smile evily good, it's so nice to have a loyal compent mech.


Galvatron: "Good Shockwave, your efforts have not gone unnoticed and will be rewarded soon, now let us go i have an army to regain once more."


Shockwave: "Yes, my lord."


____

As we approached the Decepticon Outpost, we forwarded our identification codes, and we were blinded by a bright light that scanned us for any autobot technology.


The automated gates opened, and we were greeted by a contingent of decepticon soldiers armed to the teeth they exchanged wary glances between each other.


Good they recognise Shockwave and fear me time to gain an army.


The tension hung in the air, a stark reminder of the uncertainty that had gripped cybertron since the fall.


Time to start my speech


Galvatron: "Fellow Decepticons I stand before you, not as a conquer but as you're saviour you were abandoned by your supposed leader who promised you freedom from the caste system from the restrictions of the council but has he done it I say NO! he has only continued the class system but transformed it's name look around at the Vehicon's aren't they full Cybertronians haven't they risked there life on the battlefield and where they rewarded no haven't we all experienced that with are autobot slave master's as they demeaned us treated us as nothing but dirt beneath their metal heel."


I paused to gauge their reactions there's anger and resentment, not at me, but at Megatron at everything their situation how they were abandoned by there leader who promised them so much but failed to deliver and brought them into a war that lasted a millennia how there home cybertron is dead how there scavenging for scraps barley able to survive.


Now time to win them over


Galvatron:" You have been deceived by Megatron and the decepticon cause as it is right now, we used to be a just and righteous cause as we rose up against the functionalist council and the corrupt primes of the past but we turned against are ideals haven't we won but at cost, what does it mean when the current prime and his loyal servants embody the very ideals and tenets of are once righteous crusade join me my brethren to once again rise up and be lifted to a new age of prosperity and freedom for a new age of cybertronian supermancy.


A vehicon soldier asks


"What's his Name?"


Shockwave: "Galvatron."


Every single decepticon shouts my name in admiration and awe also loyalty.


"ALL HAIL GALVATRON"


"ALL HAIL GALVATRON"


"ALL HAIL GALVATRON"


"ALL HAIL GALVATRON"


"ALL HAIL GALVATRON"


I smile evily blind obedience check all is going to plan.

 

[Devastator21]

In the dimly lit hallways of The Bastion, I could feel a sense of purpose filling the air, infusing the entire base with a surge of energy. Amidst the bustling activities, I walked alone with a determination and confidence that could rival even Starscream's, though it wasn't arrogance. It was a newfound hope, a hope that had been chipped away by the relentless War for Cybertron and the harsh realities of battle.


No longer an anonymous Vehicon without a name, I now went by Straxus, a name I had chosen after Megatron the Deceiver left us stranded on our dying planet. This name symbolized my resolve to stand strong in the face of adversity and discrimination.


I was far from an ordinary Vehicon; I had served The Deceiver during the peak of the war, following his speeches and believing his lies that had swayed so many to join his ranks. I had marched to the thunderous chants of "ALL HAIL MEGATRON" and fought for the Decepticon cause with unwavering loyalty.


Yet as the tides of war shifted and Cybertron faced its imminent demise, Megatron's promises of a new world and prosperity had turned to ashes. He had abandoned us to our fate, leaving us to rust in a world reduced to an empire of ash.


The final memory of the nemesis warship departing haunted my spark, a bitter reminder of the chaos, desperation, and rage that followed. The rage we clung to in order to keep our sparks functioning, the rage that fueled our animosity towards The Deceiver who had betrayed us.


My spark seethes with a mixture of rage, bitterness, and desperation. I had once revered The Deceiver, Megatron, as a symbol of hope and change, but now I saw him for what he truly was: a manipulator, a false prophet who had exploited his loyal soldiers for his selfish gain.


____
Flashback (or the last chapter for you guys)


On a particular day, energy permeated the air, drawing me and many others to the central hub. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation, as Decepticons from all corners of the base gathered to witness something monumental.


Amidst the crowd of my comrades, my optics were fixed on a figure standing before us all: Lord Galvatron. His imposing figure, clad in the regal purple armor and adorned with the proud Decepticon insignia, stood at the center like a deity.


As Galvatron spoke, his voice resonated with conviction and strength, his words weaving a tapestry of unity and a promise of a new era. I listened intently, absorbing every word as Galvatron denounced the lies of the past and heralded a future where Decepticons would rise to reclaim their rightful place.


A spark of optimism ignited within me, a strange feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time. Could Galvatron truly deliver on his promises? Could he lead the Decepticons back to glory? I wasn't certain, but the rush of energy coursing through the crowd was undeniable, reigniting our unity.


As Galvatron's speech reached its crescendo, I found myself asking out loud, "What did he say his name was?"


The crowd fell silent momentarily, then a bulky mech with a singular optic answered, "Galvatron."


The response triggered a wave of cheers that resonated from every corner of the base, echoing the same sentiment.


"ALL HAIL GALVATRON."


The words tasted different on my vocalizer, a blend of newfound loyalty and renewed purpose. Though skepticism lingered, I couldn't ignore the surge of energy that pulsed through the crowd. Galvatron's words had rekindled our unity, and I couldn't help but feel proud to be a Decepticon once more.


____
1 Meta-Cycle Later


After Lord Galvatron's speech concluded, I retreated to a quiet corner of the base, my thoughts a whirlwind of conflicted emotions. The power of Galvatron's words couldn't be denied; they had reignited a fire within the sparks and minds of Decepticons.


But amidst the hope, doubt lingered. Could Galvatron be trusted, or was he another manipulative leader? The same uncertainty I felt was mirrored in the optics of my closest friends, Blaze and Radeon. Seeking their counsel, I approached them, hoping they could help me make sense of my conflicted feelings.


Radeon: "Straxus, did you see that? Galvatron's different, isn't he? Could he be the one we've been waiting for?"


Blaze: "Yeah, I mean, we need a leader who actually cares about us. Megatron left us to rust, but this Galvatron, he's got strength and an aura that commands respect."


I looked at my friends, seeing the same uncertainty I felt. Could we really put our trust in Galvatron after the betrayal we endured under Megatron's rule?


Straxus: "I don't know, guys. We've been through so much, and Megatron abandoned us. But... maybe it's time for a change. Can Galvatron back up his words?"


Radeon: "True, true, but maybe it's worth taking a chance. If we keep going like this, there won't be much left for any of us. Maybe Galvatron's the catalyst we need to turn things around."


Blaze: "And did you see how everyone was fired up after his speech? I haven't seen that kind of unity in ages. Maybe it's time we had a leader who truly believes in the Decepticon cause and in us."


As I looked at my friends, I felt the weight of their uncertainty lift slightly. Maybe it was time to take a chance, to put our faith in a leader who had rekindled our hope and loyalty.


Straxus: "You're both right. We've endured hell, and maybe it's time for something different. If Galvatron can deliver on even some of his promises, it'll be an improvement."


Radeon: "Exactly! Let's keep our optics open, Straxus. For now, let's see where this new path leads."


With a shared nod, the uncertainty that had plagued me began to fade, replaced by a glimmer of hope. Amidst the chaos of Cybertron, perhaps there was a chance for redemption, for a new Decepticon movement led by someone


who understood the true weight of our loyalty and sacrifice.

 

[Devastator21]

Within the depths of my base, the relentless hum of machinery reverberates through the air, a testament to the ceaseless activity of my new army.


Every clang of heavy metal against metal, every whirl of servos, carries the weight of their tireless dedication as they work to fortify the base, upgrade outdated weapons and armour thanks to mine and Shockwave's works.


Every soldier works to gather vital resources, around every corner a tapestry of industrial might not seen since the Golden Age of Cybertron.


Unfolds as soldiers erect barriers, calibrate weaponry and ensure that our stronghold stands as a virtually impenetrable bastion against any threat from the inside or out, security stations are placed at strategic spots arcoss the Bastion automated drones patrol where living begins cannot.


I do eventually plan to link up The Bastion to our base on Kaon and restart the capital of the Decepticon Empire.


Here at are base on Kaon i stand shoulder to shoulder with Shockwave his loyalty is now secured, and the only thing that is matched by that is his scientific mind.


Monitors bathed in an eerie purple and blue glow flicker with intricate schematics and streams of data.


My optics, a menacing shade of crimson, remain fixed upon the complex designs and calculations that are sprawled before me.


But before i continued, my red optics flick up towards Shockwave.


Galvatron: "Shockwave i require these terminals to be one stable colour the continuous movement of Blue and Purple is making it difficult to work."


Shockwave looks up at me from his terminal and looks at me what i can assume to be annoyance, exasperation and amusement.


Shockwave: "Lord Galvatron, there is an option in the settings to change the display colour."


I pause look at Shockwave to see if he is telling the truth which i already know he did and i feel an immense amount of stupidity and get back to work while changing the color to a nice purple.


Amidst getting over my embarrassment i should probably explain how Prototype Zero is doing, well brilliantly his gestating tank is smack dab in the middle of the Laboratory and not to stroke my ego a little bit but he is beautiful my magnum opus the pinnacle of decepticon engineering.


The tank's transparent casing shimmers with an electric energy, obscuring the hulking figure in a sea of energon fuild from within as it bathes.


The air around his tank crackles as if with anticipation, a palpable reminder of the unstoppable creation that will soon grace the battlefield.


My hands dance gracefully across the controls, fingers poised with a master surgeons precision as I make delicate adjustments to the spark chamber's energon levels, perfecting the intricate neural network that will soon awaken this mighty force.


On the other side of the Laboratory Shockwave's focus is unyielding.


His single optic burns with an intense luminance as he manipulates complex holographic interfaces, lost in thought as he refines the synthetic energon formula.


The concoction simmers within a highly secure containment unit, its brilliant emerald hue a testament to Shockwave's mastery over chemical reactions and energy manipulation.


The synthetic energon will be the lifeblood of our cause, a source of unending power that will fuel our conquest and domination across the cosmos.


In the midst of this mechanical symphony, my thoughts inevitably drift back to the origin of my transformation from Megatron to the formidable being that I now am.


It was a metamorphosis wrought from conflict, pain, and the fusion of fragmented memories.


The remnants of Megatron, the gladiator who once rallied the oppressed against the oppressive caste system, continue to reverberate within me an echoing chorus of ideals that intertwine with the newfound power and perspective of Galvatron.


Memories of battles waged in the gladiatorial arena, camaraderie with my fellow fighters, and the nascent stirrings of rebellion linger like spectres from another era.


Megatron's legacy is a symphony of struggle and a fervent desire to dismantle the chains of oppression.


The memory of my first steps along the path of resistance, the intoxicating allure of leading the downtrodden to victory, remains a poignant reminder of the past.


But the transformation into Galvatron has wrought clarity from chaos.


The mantle of leadership, once fraught with responsibility, has now been cast aside in favor of an unwavering pursuit of power and madness oh it calls to me tries to tempt me, showing me everything i could ever want but i know it is a lie but it never stops it will always be there always in the back of my mind.


As my identity formed into a force of nature, a tempest set on reshaping the universe according to my will, a sense of purpose swelled within me an unrelenting determination to carve my mark upon existence and save my race.


My optics remain riveted on the holographic monitors, their purple glow reflecting off the contours of my faceplate.


My lip components curl into a mirthless grin as I contemplate the journey that brought me here, a journey that encompasses both Megatron's ideals and Galvatron's ruthlessness and the human element i must never forget i was once human.


Melding the memories of two disparate entities has granted me a unique vantage point, a fusion of wisdom and unyielding ambition poised to redefine the very fabric of Cybertron and the cosmos beyond.


These Decepticons may not look like much but under my command they are not mere soldiers however they are the vanguard of a reinvigorated movement, a resurgence of principles born from hardship and forged in the crucible of adversity.


My spark surges with anticipation, my ambition matched only by my calculated cunning and is tempered by human patience and ingenuity.


I would never of gotten to this point if not for all three memories working in tandem around my human side it was easier to nearly breakdown both Megatron's and Galvatron's memories and emotions and manipulate the decepticons here and Shockwave.


If i was still Galvatron i would've never been able to get Shockwave on my side kill him yes easily but make him join of his volition never.


The same with Megatron if i was still him i would've probably died by Shockwave or the decepticons Shockwave because i do not fit with his version of Megatron and the decepticons because they hate him with a passion that pleases my Galvatron side.


Back to what I'm doing as Prototype Zero nears the final stages of gestation and Shockwave's endeavours with the synthetic energon formula bear fruit, my vision clears into a tapestry of destiny.


A symphony of creation and devastation awaits, and I stand poised as its orchestrator.


____
6 Stellar-Cycles Later


In the span of six Stellar-Cycles, a cosmic heartbeat has pulsed through the fabric within my dominion.


The fortress that once stood as a sentinel now thrives as a formidable bastion of might and resilience.


It hums with activity, the symphony of Decepticon soldiers, drones, and machinery echoing the crescendo of ambition and unity.


Prototype Zero, born of shared dreams and Shockwave's ingenuity, as Zero roams these hallowed halls, as spectral echo of Tarn's legacy, its presence resonates with a dichotomy of loyalty and zeal.


The glint in its optics, an combination of my own characteristics and Shockwave's pragmatic precision, exudes an unwavering allegiance that fortifies the Decepticon cause.


Within this newfound stronghold, Shockwave and I, architects of Zero's form and function, embody a synergy that transcends mere collaboration.


With every shared concept and calibrated calculation, we've woven an alliance that not only shapes Zero's existence but defines our resolute march toward a triumphant future.


Shockwave's optic narrows incrementally, his synthesized voice carrying a tone of measured respect.


Shockwave: "Lord Galvatron, your capacity for strategic innovation approaches the zenith of genius."


Acknowledging his sentiment with a nod, I reciprocate his calculated regard.


Galvatron: "Shockwave, your meticulous dedication has refined our collaboration into a progress of innovation and scientific purpose."


Honestly that made me happy I'm smart enough to not show it but Shockwave is the closest thing i have to a friend.


A subtle thread of irony underscores his response a gesture that resonates with the nuances of our partnership.


Shockwave: "Our symphony of collaboration is pushing the limits of science and we shall do so together."


This interplay of affirmation and subtle jest defines our alliance, a partnership that combines my incisive intellect with Shockwave's calculated brilliance.


Together, we carve a path that will push the of constraints and forever herald the resurgence of our Decepticon Empire.


Shockwave's optic flickers, a glint of amusement cutting through his perpetually controlled demeanor.


Shockwave: "Indeed, Galvatron. Our joint endeavor weaves a tapestry of advancement."


Galvatron: "Shockwave, i have a name for the Prototype PBM."


Shockwave looks at me and tries to calculate what I have come up with he's fun like that.


Shockwave: "Lord Galvatron, elaborate."


It seems that my friend can not figure out what name I've chosen.


Heh, who knew i would catch Shockwave off his game.


Galvatron: "Drachen a powerful name translating to Dragon, symbolizing strength and fierceness, perfectly befitting my creation's formidable nature."


Shockwave nods in acceptance.


Zero or now Drachen enters the room i stop what im doing and focus on my creation it's frame reminiscent of Tarns but better even though Drachen is eerily similar to Tarn it's probably just my programming.


I begin to address Drachen.


Galvatron: "Drachen, how was your patrol"


Drachen speaks, its voice a mix of mine and tarns also Shockwave's in there. ( if you want to know what his voice sounds like watch the Transformers The Permanent Revolution it's really good.)


Drachen: "Is that my new designation Drachen i like it but creator when shall the stage be set for the conquest of Cybertron and the destruction of the Autobots?"


A fond smile tugs at the corners of my mouth an affirmation of Drachen's loyalty and zeal.


Galvatron: "Patience, Drachen first we need to finish all repairs and figure out exactly where the autobots are on Cybertron you shall have you're big dramatic entrance."


A dimming of Shockwave's optic reflects a sliver of amusement beneath his calculated veneer.


Shockwave: "It appears that Drachen's eagerness for combat rivals his anticipation of the performance itself."


A genuine chuckle escapes my vocalizer a sound that reverberates with an air of friendship ah Shockwave emotions are showing good it means when i repaired him i tweaked with the shadow play to allow Shockwave to show and feel more emotions besides anger.


Galvatron: "Indeed, it seems that our creation hungers not only for the rush of battle but also for the dramatic flourish of a dramatic play."


Drachen optics glint, an inquisitive glimmer in its gaze that shows amusement and fondness.


Drachen: "I live to serve you my creator either on the battlefield or the theatre."


Galvatron: "You're not only a harbinger of my will but a master of all the art's."


Drachen looks at me straight faced and brust into giggles reminiscent of a child.


Which i guess he is my child if you count for him being a walking tank of weapons but yes my child if you want to say.


Drachen: "Creator, i must go i have duties to preform."


I burst out with laughter.


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As my gaze sweeps across the expanse of the sprawling base, a sense of pride intertwines with my reflection.


To witness the seamless integration of technology old replaced with the new.


Some things i forgot to mention we moved our lab to a pire, a citadel dedicated to innovation and experimentation imagine of Mix of Cyber city and Polyhex but with the cool black and purple colour scheme of the decepticons.


It's called the Echelon Scientific Citadel the architecture seamlessly blends sleek metallic spires with intricate circuit patterns etched into the facade.


The citadel houses a vast array of state of the art laboratories, each specializing in different scientific disciplines ranging from quantum mechanics to cosmic exploration.


The heart of the citadel is the Nexus, a spherical chamber with a suspended artificial sun that simulates various planetary conditions for research purposes.


Walkways lined with holographic displays connect the different wings of the citadel, where researchers will eventually come to collaborate, analyze, and unravel the mysteries of the universe.


But for now it's just me and Shockwave and some of the automated drones we made it's virtually impenetrable like the Bastion and The Nexaraxis Dominium the name for mine and Shockwave's citadel in Kaon the capital seat of my New Decepticon Empire there's a really cool throne room at the top with hidden defenses and should just incase of an assault and they somehow make there may all the way to the top i will not be virtually defenseless.


I plan to eventually either make science based cybertronians or find some smart decepticons hidden across the galaxy or on cybertron in stasis however i do have big plans for the Echelon Citadel and due to the citadel being in Kaon the nearby deactivated automated facilities are being reactivated so my army is being filled out and we will soon make more of the PBM's as Drachen is a success for the moment.


Me and Shockwave have moved most of our equipment, and anything that couldn't have been taken or were useless was destroyed so no one else can scavenge decepticon technology.


____

Over these past few months, it is the soul of the Decepticon ranks as well.


As dawn follows dusk, a newfound camaraderie has arisen a testament to the unity my presence has infused into the veins of my soldiers.


Honestly, it's like the decepticons where a pack of hungry scraplets devouring a mech the mech being my words.


These warriors, once fragmented, have embraced a new dawn a dawn in which their individual desires are overshadowed by a collective yearning for retribution.


Their battle worn frames resonate with a renewed vigour, their optics burning with a fervent determination that awakens my very own spark with a scorching blaze.


A chuckle escapes my vocalizer as I recall a recent incident that transpired within the bustling corridors of my bastion.


A group of soldiers, driven by a combination of restlessness and mischief, had engaged in a raucous bout of unauthorized sparring a confrontation that culminated in cacophony clangs and curses.


Unbeknownst to them, their impromptu contest had attracted the attention of one Drachen who was patroling, the massive mech, an embodiment of staunch discipline, had descended upon the scene with all the subtlety of a seismic event.


Caught in the midst of their frolicking, the soldiers had frozen in place, their audacity suddenly stifled by the imposing presence of Drachen.


Their optics widened like those of startled protoforms, and they exchanged sheepish glances that held the unspoken acknowledgement of their imminent reprimand.


The scene that unfolded had been nothing short of a comedic tableau as me and Shockwave watched the events unfold on the security monitor's squadron of mischievous soldiers facing off against the unyielding sentinel of order.


Drachen's stern visage, accentuated by his stern demeanour, cast a pall over their mirth.


Drachen's voice rumbled like thunder, his tone a masterful blend of disapproval and bemusement.


Drachen: "What, pray tell, do you believe you are accomplishing here?"


One of the soldiers, clearly lacking in diplomacy, had offered a feeble smile.


Roxatron: "Ah, well, you see, sir, we were just... um... testing our combat prowess?"


Drachen's optics had narrowed, and his imposing frame loomed over them like a dark cloud.


Drachen: "Testing your combat prowess, you say? In a corridor designated for strategic analysis and war planning?"


As the soldiers exchanged nervous glances, I could almost hear their thoughts echoing in the air the realization that their ill conceived diversion had earned them a not so pleasant rendezvous with the iron fist of discipline.


Yet, even as Drachen began to deliver a lecture on the importance of maintaining discipline within the bastion, a glint of levity had pierced through the veneer of authority.


A smirk, hidden behind Drachen's stoic exterior, had hinted at the amusement he derived from the audacious antics of my soldiers.


And so, even in the midst of discipline and reprimand, the undercurrent of camaraderie that ran through my ranks had been palpable an acknowledgment that while the pursuit of power and vengeance was their ultimate goal, the bonds of friendship and shared experiences held equal significance.


And honestly me and Shockwave had a blast watching this, we even recorded it for future purposes and maybe movie night if i can convince Shockwave to do so and Drachen too.


The once disparate Decepticon outpost that previously occupied this domain has integrated seamlessly with my citadel in Kaon and is now called the Bastion, a symbol of the proud and brave soldiers that stationed the base even through troubling times both bases are connected through a series of intricate roads and groundbridges for ease of travel and strategic travel for military operations.


The joining of these two bases was not without its challenges, yet the convergence of our disaplince has woven a tapestry of achievement.


Under the watchful gaze of Drachen, Shockwave, and I, the two bases have fused into a cohesive whole.


The Bastion, The Nexaraxis Dominium, the capital of the burgeoning empire, and the Echelon Scientific Citadel.


They stand as the three pillars of the new decepticon empire, a beacon of hope and change.


I plan to eventually put Drachen in charge of the Bastion after he proves himself in battle and his duties, and they will eventually become mini city sectors if you will around the pillars of the Empire.


Shockwave in charge of the Echelon Scientific Citadel, which will also have its own sector as well.


And myself in charge of the Nexaraxis Dominium, the capital, and it will have the largest sector.


The corridors of all three citadels echo with the thrum of activity, the clamour of my Decepticon soldiers readying themselves for the future that awaits.


While Drachen prowls with an air of unwavering loyalty, a palpable aura of brotherhood envelops the halls a living testament to decepticon loyalty.


And as I sit here on my throne, surveying the culmination of progress and unity, a genuine smile tugs at the corners of my lips.


For within the heart of this fortress, amidst the hum of machinery and the determination of soldiers, a transformation has transpired one that transcends mere machines and strategy.


It is a transformation of spirit, a resurgence of principles born from the fires of Megatrons's original ideals and tenets of the decepticon cause.

 

[Devastator21]

As darkness envelops Cybertron, my throne room is bathed in shadow, and only my gleaming red optics cut through the obscurity. They blaze with a ferocity reminiscent of Megatron's calculating thoughts.


I sit, contemplating my journey from rebirth to transcendent glory, reflecting on my rise from death to reactivation.


The future beckons, and I ponder: Should I reactivate Cybertron using the Omega Lock or the All-Spark? Or should I focus on building my army and concluding this war?


As I delve into various plans, rapidly discarding them one after another, I sense an undercurrent of unease gnawing at me.


My spark, my very essence, frays at the edges, as if something or someone is trying to escape.


I close my optics, envisioning a cortical psychic patch, and enter my mind. My mindscape materializes: a fusion of Cybertronian and human memories, where architecture intertwines like an intricate dance between two worlds.


In the distance, a figure emerges, its voice booming like thunder, its power crackling in the air, poised to unleash chaos. It is Galvatron.


"Dominance is the only truth. Power is the only thing that matters, and I am its embodiment," Galvatron declares.


My formidable exterior crumbles, revealing the vulnerable human within. Shock courses through me as I confront Galvatron.


"How... how are you here and alive?" I stammer.


Galvatron gazes at me with disdain. "I was always here, speaking into the recesses of your mind. I've come to reclaim my body and empire."


Fear, anger, and shock surge within me. I cannot allow this, but a part of me urges me to stand up and protect myself.


"No, I won't let you. Those are my people, my empire, not yours. You failed. You destroyed all life in your universe, and I will not allow you to do so again," I assert.


Galvatron raises his cannon, charging it with menacing energy. "And what can you do about it? I am stronger, smarter than you. You are nothing compared to me. Now, die!"


I close my eyes in resignation, feeling helpless. But then, a shout pierces the air, and I reopen my eyes to witness a figure tackling Galvatron, diverting his shot.


It's Megatron. Confusion swirls within me. Why did Megatron save me?


Megatron's voice rises in defiance. "No, I will not allow this to continue. Your madness will not affect this universe. You, you are but an embarrassment, a failed clone. I will end you."


I observe the battle that ensues, as blows are exchanged and the conflict rages on. Galvatron gains the upper hand, flipping Megatron over. But then, his expression shifts from triumph to madness.


"You dare command me! I am the mighty Galvatron. I am no mere clone! I will destroy you, and then everything will belong to me!" Galvatron exclaims, his power surging uncontrollably.


I watch in bewilderment as the battle escalates. Galvatron's power threatens to destroy our mindscape, extinguishing us. Megatron's shock and confusion mirror my own.


"You are mad! You threaten to destroy us all, you lunatic!" Megatron shouts.


Galvatron's optics blaze with madness. "If I can't have control, then no one can. I will destroy everything."


Amidst the climax of confrontation, my mind teeters on the brink of collapse, the turmoil consuming me. But within the chaos, a realization dawns this is my mind, my domain.


With unwavering determination, I draw upon their essences, absorbing Galvatron's ferocity and Megatron's brilliance, while discarding their flaws. I cast aside the superfluous aspects that tainted their legacies.


The shadows recede, and I stand renewed, a symphony of purpose. The human element, voice of empathy and growth, stands strong, no longer overshadowed by power.


Megatron sits down, observing as my mindscape transforms into my throne room on Cybertron.


"Care to explain how you are here and why you saved me," I inquire.


Megatron gazes down at me with amusement, offering his explanation. "I awoke within your mindscape and meticulously explored your memories. I was shocked and angered at first, but through watching you, I realized my mistakes. My feud with Optimus and lust for power hindered my vision. I changed the Decepticons from agents of change to forces of evil. I regret much, but you can fix what I've done. Destroy Unicron, restore Cybertron, and remember you are here for a reason."


I comprehend, realizing the perspective different realities bring. I steady my resolve.


"You can't stay here; your time is gone. But I'll respect your ideals. When Cybertron is safe, I'll remember you," I promise.


Megatron nods, and then he's absorbed by me. My body reverts to Galvatron as I overhaul my mindscape, reinforcing it against future conflicts. I awaken on my throne, the early sun rising.


I stand, whole and renewed, the trinity of personas now a symphony of purpose. The human element, voice of empathy and growth, stands strong, not overshadowed by power.


The lessons of Megatron and the might of Galvatron converge, forging a destiny that transcends the constraints of my past selves.


As the morning sun rises, I step from the darkness into the light, no longer a mere copy of Galvatron or Megatron, but a being reborn from collective knowledge, a harbinger of change, a vessel of growth, and a symbol of unity.


With newfound purpose, I will shape a universe where power is tempered by empathy, where chaos finds harmony, transcending the legacy of Megatron and Galvatron into a legacy of someone who dared to be more.


A/N


( I know this is quite short compared to other chapters sorry but there wasn't much i could add that wouldn't drag down the rest of it but i hope the quality of the chapter is good any complaints or criticism please be don't hesitate to comment alright then see you guys later and remember Galvatron is always watching you.)

 

[Devastator21]

In the dimly lit chamber of Autobot headquarters, an aura of tension hung heavy in the air. Desperation enveloped us like a shroud, stifling even the most steadfast of sparks among us.


I remembered a time when Cybertron was vastly different.


Autobots once ruled with the Council's blessing, and functionalism thrived, weaving a regimented brilliance across our world.


Yet, that time felt distant now, as memories were eclipsed by the shadows of war and strife.


Long ago, the seeds of turmoil took root when the lower echelons of society rebelled against the Council and the functionalist regime led by Megatron hah you don't get a name unless your in the upper classes stupid, discount miner.


It was this uprising that kindled the flames of the war that now engulfed Cybertron.


This conflict had carved deep chasms, dividing us into factions driven by divergent ideologies, creating a rift that seemed unbridgeable which is a good a thing it showed who was truly an Autobot and besides they didn't last long against the Decepticons.


The war's origins had become tales, whispered in the quiet corners of our base, stories handed down through the old bots to the young bots.


Those who had borne witness to the initial clashes could still recall the fervour with which the first sparks ignited, setting the stage for a conflict that would span generations of protoforms yeah i enjoyed that so much but it's probably being as i was a soilder class.


From the chaotic birth of insurgency emerged the inevitable destruction and devastation that echoed like a mournful symphony across our world.


As the war raged on, the Autobots faced an unimaginable decision.


The last remaining ship, the Ark was slated to depart Cybertron because of the war Cybertron started shutting down so Optimus Prime put all his hopes in going through a space bridge that was closing in on it self for a rich resource planet, in a bid to escape a dead world but the Decepticons where following them and both ships went tumbling through the portal.


Yet, the weight of our grim reality bore down upon us the Ark departed before we could reach it.


In the final moments, the Ark and the Nemesis vanished into the distant void, their lights swallowed by the cosmos.


We were left behind, a haunting reminder of being abandoned on a dead world by your leader i know were meant to never question a Prime but why not make two ships.


Our cries, our pleas for reprieve, remained unanswered, the stars above unmoved by our plight.


I stood there, Skyblaze, a young Autobot, beside the weathered frame of Voltstrike, an elder warrior who had borne witness to the rise and fall of our world.


His optics bore the weight of experience, his voice like a balm against the sting of abandonment. "It's in these moments, Skyblaze, that we forge our legacy. Our fight may be desperate, but it's not without purpose."


The chamber's dim light cast shadows upon us, but Voltstrike's words illuminated something within me. Our world had been marred by conflict, and we were left to navigate the aftermath.


As we faced the grim reality of being forsaken, I knew that our story wasn't over.


Even as the last vestiges of the ships' lights faded from view, hope glimmered in the form of resilience that, even now, Voltstrike embodied and passed on to me.


The battle for our world had become an echo in the winds of time, but our spirit, our refusal to surrender, echoed even louder. With the memory of those forsaken ships and the legacy of warriors like Voltstrike as my guide, I vowed to continue the struggle—to ensure that even in the darkest hours, the light of the Autobot cause would never be extinguished.

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Ultra Magnus Pov:


When my ship crashed on Cybertron after the great exodus, i didn't expect the remnants of the Autobots that didn't make it in time to the Ark to still function.


The situation is bad our energon supplies are running low, the remaining Autobots are heavily injured and dying, and atop of all that, the activity near Decepticon territory has increased reminiscent of that during the great war.


If the remaining Decepticons reunited and are an organised army again, then all hope is lost. One of us needs to make the ultimate sacrifice and go to the Decepticon base and investigate what they are up to


Now i need to address the troops and find a volunteer.


As i walk into the heart of the base i stand before the Autobot troops in a dimly lit room, their weariness on there faces reflects the countless battles they've faced and survived.


Ultra Magnus: "Autobots, I stand before you with a heavy spark. Our crusade against the Decepticons has taken its toll, and many of you bear the scars of our ongoing struggle. But let me make one thing clear: our resolve remains unbreakable."


He pauses, allowing his words to sink in.


Ultra Magnus: "The Decepticons have grown bolder, something has changed 6 Stellar-Cycles ago they were shutting down like us and now their activities have intensified. and we require to know what is exactly happening there has Megatron returned, or has someone taken control over the Decepticons on Cybertron we must know for the sake of the Autobots and Cybertron."


The room ripples with a mix of determination and concern.


Ultra Magnus: "But here's the challenge we face: we're two few in number, both in resources and personnel. We need to uncover more about their plans and assess their strength before we can mount a full scale offensive."


I scan the room, my optics locking onto each and every Autobot in attendance.


Ultra Magnus: "That's where you come in. I'm here to ask for volunteers. We need a small team of skilled operatives to infiltrate the Decepticon base, gather information, and report back to us. It's a dangerous mission one that requires courage, stealth, and dedication to the Autobot cause."


My voice resonates with authority and a touch of urgency.


I hope I sounded like you Prime.


Ultra Magnus: "Who among you is willing to step up? Who will put their sparks on the line to ensure the safety of Cybertron and are home?"


The room falls into a moment of contemplative silence as the Autobots exchange glances, evaluating the risks and the importance of the task at hand.


*As the silence lingers in the room, a few Autobots exchange determined glances with one another. Among them, a young and eager bot named Skyblaze steps forward, his optics gleaming with resolve.*


Skyblaze: "Ultra Magnus sir, I'm in. I've been itching for some action, and if it means getting the jump on those Decepti-creeps, count me in."


*Ultra Magnus nods approvingly at Skyblaze's enthusiasm.*


Ultra Magnus: "Thank you, Skyblaze. Your bravery is commendable."


*Another Autobot, a seasoned warrior named Voltstrike, stands up and joins Skyblaze at the front of the room.*


Voltsrike: "Can't let the young ones have all the fun, can I? I'm in too sir."


*His gruff voice carries a mixture of determination and a hint of a smirk. Ultra Magnus gives Voltstrike an appreciative nod.*


Ultra Magnus: "Your experience will be invaluable, Voltstrike."


*Suddenly, an Autobot with a more analytical demeanor steps forward. It's Lumitron, the scientist.*


Lumitron: "While I'm not known for my combat prowess, I can provide a unique perspective on their technology and tactics. I volunteer as well."


*Ultra Magnus offers a nod to Lumitron, acknowledging the importance of a balanced team.*


Ultra Magnus: "Your insights will be crucial, Lumitron."


*As these three volunteers step forward, a ripple of energy courses through the room. More Autobots start to stand, each one compelled by the call to action.*


Autobot 1: "I'm with them!"


Autobot 2: "Count me in!"


*The room transforms into a scene of unity, where Autobot after Autobot steps forward, offering their willingness to embark on this dangerous mission.*


Ultra Magnus: "I am truly inspired by your dedication. but this team must be a small taskforce they will be tasked with infiltrating the Decepticon base, gathering intelligence, and ensuring us intelligence for are assault on the Decepticon base."


Ultra Magnus: "Thank you all for your bravery. Together, we will strike a blow against the Decepticons and defend our home."


*As the Autobots that volunteered after the first 3 sat back down and looked sad but they understood that a larger team would be easily spotted*


*The room is now filled with a sense of purpose and anticipation, as the volunteers prepare to embark on a mission that could shape the course of the war for Cybertron. Their determination shines brightly, fueled by their unwavering commitment to the Autobot cause.*


I hope they survive, i hope we all survive, Prime I wish you were here you are more of a leader than i am.


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Skyblaze's POV:


The anticipation gnawed at my core as I stood among the chosen few, each one of us eager yet cautious.


The mission was clear: infiltrate the Decepticon territory, gather intelligence, and slip back out undetected. It sounded straightforward, but the air crackled with unease, as if the very walls of our base were warning us of the dangers ahead.


As we geared up and received our assignments, I couldn't help but steal glances at my fellow operatives. Voltstrike, his battle-worn frame a testament to his resilience, radiated a sense of calm determination. Lumitron, the analytical mind among us, meticulously checked his equipment, his optics bright with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.


Our objective was clear to gather information about the Decepticons' activities, assess their defences, and uncover any potential weaknesses. But as I strapped on my stealth gear and glanced at my reflection in the polished metal, doubt crept in. Were we truly prepared for what lay ahead? Could our small team infiltrate their stronghold and emerge unscathed?


The journey to Decepticon territory was fraught with tension. We moved in calculated silence, each step a reminder of the stakes we faced.


The landscape around us was a desolate wasteland, a mirror of the war-torn world we called home.


The once-vibrant Cybertron had been reduced to this a scarred battleground where hope clung stubbornly to life.


As we approached the outskirts of the Decepticon base, my spark pounded with a mix of anticipation and fear. The towering fortifications loomed before us, an imposing testament to the Decepticons' dominance. Voltstrike's voice, a low rumble, broke the silence. "Stay sharp and stay close. We're here to gather information, not to engage in a full-scale battle."


The shadows of the night provided us with some cover as we slipped past the sentries, our optics scanning every corner for signs of movement. We moved as a unit, a synchrony of purpose driving us forward. Lumitron's sensors worked overtime, collecting data on energy readings, fortifications, and troop movement.


As we ventured deeper into the heart of the Decepticon stronghold, the tension grew thicker, like a tightening vice around my spark. Every clang of metal, every echoing footstep, felt like a drumbeat of impending danger. We snapped photos discreetly, capturing images of Decepticon soldiers patrolling, fortified structures, and the formidable defenses that surrounded us.


Lumitron's voice crackled through our communication channel. "I've identified a structural weakness in the eastern section of the fortress. There seems to be a vulnerability in the outer shielding. If we can exploit it, we might have a chance."


A glimmer of hope ignited within me, overshadowing the unease that had been gnawing at my core. This could be the opening we needed, a chink in the Decepticon armor that might turn the tide in our favor. But even as optimism blossomed, caution remained my constant companion.


Lumitron's POV:


The tension was palpable as we moved deeper into the Decepticon territory, our movements careful and deliberate. My analytical mind was in overdrive, processing every piece of data I collected, analyzing the energy signatures, and mapping the layout of the fortress in my memory banks.


The structural weakness I had discovered could be a game-changer. The outer shielding seemed to have a flaw, a potential entry point that could provide us with a way inside. As we stealthily made our way towards that vulnerable spot, I couldn't shake off the gnawing feeling that this was too convenient.


We reached the designated area, and my optics focused on the weakness in the shielding. It was a hairline fracture, barely visible to the naked eye. Skyblaze, Voltstrike, and I exchanged glances, a silent agreement passing between us. This could be our chance to gather more information from the inside, but the risks were astronomical.


As Skyblaze carefully documented the vulnerability with his optics, Voltstrike's voice rumbled through our communication link. "Keep in mind that this could be a trap. The Decepticons are cunning, and this could be a deliberate opening to lure us in."


His caution was well-founded, and a sense of unease settled in my circuits. This wasn't just about gathering information; it was about survival. We were deep within enemy territory, and any misstep could be our last.


Voltstrike's POV:


We lingered near the structural weakness, a mixture of hope and trepidation coloring the air. Skyblaze's optics flitted between the vulnerability in the shielding and the surroundings, his youth and enthusiasm shining through even in this dire situation. Lumitron's analytical mind was our guiding light, his insights crucial to making an informed decision.


As we deliberated our next move, a shadow shifted in the distance. My optics narrowed, and I signaled for the others to hold their positions. Stealth was our greatest ally, and I needed to ensure that whatever approached us was not a Decepticon patrol or an ambush waiting to be sprung.


As the figure drew closer, my spark clenched with recognition and a sense of foreboding. It was Shockwave, his single optic piercing through the darkness like a laser. Beside him stood a massive bot, his Decepticon emblem emblazoned across his face, an ominous symbol of his allegiance.


Lumitron's voice was a hushed whisper over our communication link. "That must be the new leader they've been talking about. Shockwave and his enforcer, perhaps."


Skyblaze's fingers flexed, and I could almost feel his tension radiating from his frame. We were concealed in the shadows, but the threat before us was undeniable. This was a crossroads—one where a single misstep could lead to disaster.


The enforcer, (Drachen) exuded an air of brute strength and power. He stood as a sentinel, a living embodiment of the Decepticons' might. My thoughts raced, assessing our options, weighing the risks against the potential rewards.


Lumitron's analytical voice broke through my contemplation. "We've gathered valuable data, but it's time to withdraw. The risk of discovery is too great."


With a reluctant nod, I agreed. This mission was about gathering intelligence, not engaging in a direct confrontation. We needed to relay our findings back to Autobot Command and prepare for what lay ahead.


Skyblaze's POV:


As Shockwave and the enforcer conversed, their voices carried a cold and calculated edge. It was as if the very air around them froze in their presence. I strained to catch snippets of their conversation, my audio receptors picking up fragments of Decepticon plans and strategies.


Fear mingled with determination inside me. We were too close to the enemy, too close to the heart of their operations. Lumitron's words reverberated in my mind, a reminder that our primary objective was to gather information and report back. A direct confrontation was not part of the plan.


With Voltstrike's signal, we began to retreat, my spark still pounding from the intensity of the encounter. Our steps were measured, each one carrying the weight of our mission's success. As we distanced ourselves from the fortress, I couldn't help but cast one last glance over my shoulder, the enforcer's imposing figure etched into my memory.


Lumitron's POV:


Our withdrawal was careful and deliberate, every sensor on high alert for any sign of pursuit. The darkness was our ally once more, masking our movements as we navigated through the treacherous terrain of Cybertron.


Back in the safety of our base, I connected to the communication system and initiated a secure transmission to Autobot Command. The holographic interface flickered to life, and Ultra Magnus's stern visage materialized before us.


Ultra Magnus's voice held a mixture of concern and urgency. "Report, soldiers. What have you discovered?"


I spoke, my voice calm and composed despite the turbulence within me. "Ultra Magnus sir, this is Lumitron. We managed to infiltrate the Decepticon territory and gather significant intelligence. Our analysis reveals a structural weakness in their eastern defenses. However, we encountered Shockwave and a new enforcer, we likely suspect Shockwave to have taken the leadership role within the Decepticons on Cybertron."


Ultra Magnus's optics flared with a mix of apprehension and determination. "Your findings are crucial. Transmit all collected data immediately."


With a few swift commands, I uploaded the data we had gathered—images of fortifications, troop movements, energy readings, and the identified structural weakness. Our mission had been risky, but the potential rewards were immeasurable.


Ultra Magnus's POV:


As the data streamed in, my optics scanned the information, absorbing every detail. The structural weakness was promising, a potential opportunity to strike at the Decepticons and undermine their stronghold. But the presence of Shockwave and the enforcer added an unforeseen layer of complexity to our plans.


I addressed the team, my voice resolute.


Ultra Magnus: "Your actions have provided us with valuable insights, and your bravery is commendable. The information you've gathered will play a crucial role in our strategy moving forward."


Ultra Magnus: "However, we cannot ignore the risks you've encountered. The situation has escalated, and we must prepare for a potential confrontation with Shockwave and his enforcer."


Lumitron nodded, his analytical mind already processing the implications of our next move. "Understood, Ultra Magnus sir. Our priority was to gather information, and we've succeeded in that regard."


Ultra Magnus: "Well done. Assemble at the base immediately. We'll devise a plan based on the data you've collected. The time has come to take the fight to the Decepticons."


The transmission ended, and I was left with a heavy spark. Our path was set a final battle was inevitable, and the fate of Cybertron hung in the balance. I began to coordinate the preparations for the impending assault, knowing that every decision from this point on could shape the course of our world's destiny.


____
Shockwave's POV:


In the depths of the Decepticon base, a holographic communications device materialized before me. I stepped forward, my single optic focused and unwavering. With a calculated gesture, I activated the device, and a flickering holographic image of the Unknown Decepticon Leader's form materialized.


The Unknown Decepticon Leader's voice resonated with a powerful aura. "Report, Shockwave. What have you observed?"


My voice, devoid of emotion, conveyed the details of our encounter. "My lord, the Autobots have fallen into the trap. Our intel was accurate, and they've ventured into our territory, as expected."


The Unknown Decepticon Leader's optics bore into mine, his presence commanding respect and attention.


**Unknown Decepticon Leader:** "And what of their response? Have they uncovered our intentions?"


I provided a concise analysis of the situation. "We have gained significant data regarding their movements, defenses, and potential weaknesses. Their incursion into our territory has provided us with an opportunity to assess their strength and intentions."


The Unknown Decepticon Leader's response was a measured affirmation. "Good, Shockwave. This information will prove valuable in our future endeavors."


A surge of determination coursed through my circuits. "The Autobots will soon be wiped from Cybertron, and Cybertron shall be ours."


The Unknown Decepticon Leader's voice held a sense of calculated power. "Continue to gather intelligence, Shockwave. Our victory approaches."


With that, the holographic transmission ended, leaving me to contemplate the imminent triumph that lay ahead. The Autobots had unknowingly walked into the snare we meticulously set. The countdown to their destruction had begun, and I was entrusted with overseeing the meticulous execution of our plans.


As my single optic gleamed with intensity, I turned to ensure that every piece of the puzzle was falling into place. The Autobots' fate was sealed, and I was poised to guide the Decepticons towards victory on Cybertron.


A/N


(I hope this interlude was okay to let you know when this interlude is set in regards to the story, it's during and before LOG-03)


(I hope this was good im not good at writing dialogue and i tried to write this like a transformers episode you know when the current big bad then talks to his boss)

 

[Devastator21]

After a prolonged delay, the moment has arrived—a decisive step that I've deferred for far too long.


The Omega Lock, the harbinger of Cybertron's revival, holds the promise of restoration.


This pivotal device is the key to breathing life back into our fading world.


The time has come for Shockwave and I to embark on a journey to the unforgiving Sea of Rust, to unveil the Omega Lock's secrets, and awaken its dormant power—without the need for the elusive Omega Keys.


Stepping to the edge of my throne room, a regal aura encompassing me, I take a leap of both faith and purpose. Transforming into my sleek and powerful jet form, I rocket toward Shockwave's citadel with an unwavering determination.


My gaze sweeps over Decepticon territory, taking in the transformations that have occurred beyond mere metal and circuitry.


The once ailing morale of our troops has seen a resurgence, their worn armour and outdated weaponry replaced by a renewed with new and improved weaponry and equipment.


As I soar through the skies, the landscape unfolds beneath me like a mosaic of renewed ambition. It's as if the very ground has absorbed the energy of our aspirations, sprouting new opportunities amidst the shadows of war.


The flicker of energon lights across the horizon signals the resilience of those who refuse to be consumed by chaos.


Our efforts haven't been in vain. The automated factory stands testament to our resilience, wresting itself from the clutches of reliance on Energon-based weapons.


With a calculated forcefulness, we've ushered in the era of solar power and electricity, diversifying our energy sources


In our pursuit of innovation, we've dared to venture into the realm of Synthetic Energon, testing its potency in the crucible of battle.


Approaching Shockwave's citadel, my anticipation builds.


His mind, a wellspring of genius, holds the potential to decipher the enigma of the Omega Lock.


Together, we'll forge a path toward Cybertron's renewal, harnessing its latent energy without the crutch of the Omega Keys.


It's a challenge that aligns with my goals to seek power, reshape fate, and ensure the Decepticon legacy stands unshaken.


As I touch down within the confines of Shockwave's lair, the thrum of machinery and the hum of his experiments resonate in the air.


____

Flash back:


Drachen walked purposefully past the experimental weaponry, exuding an air of authority that made even the energon cubes take notice.


Ten vehicon soldiers stood at rigid attention, their metal forms practically quivering with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.


They were about to embark on a journey that would either make them legends or cautionary tales.


With a nod that carried the weight of responsibility that has developed since he took command of the Bastion, Drachen signalled for three of the vehicons to step forward. It was like watching a conductor guide his orchestra before the performance of a lifetime.


Drachen: "Straxus, Radeon, Blaze—take the devices and demonstrate their potential."


In that moment, me and Shockwave exchanged a glance that communicated more than words ever could.


We were like two parents watching their kids perform a risky stunt: part hope, part dread, and a whole lot of praying that nothing goes awry.


And then, it happened. The kind of kaboom that would make even Warpath green with envy.


The targets evaporated, the explosion sent our brave trio soaring through the air, and I'm pretty sure I saw one of them do a somersault worthy of an Olympic gymnast


As the smoke cleared and the vehicons lay strewn across the floor like a surreal tableau of mechanoid chaos, all eyes turned to Shockwave.


His optic pulsated with a mix of surprise and suspicion, as if even he couldn't believe the level of mayhem that had just unfolded.


Drachen rushed to their side, his concern palpable. These soldiers were more than just assets; they were his soldiers and his creators legacy.


And as he examined them, it became apparent that the experimental weaponry had not only lived up to its name but had also left its mark in a rather explosive manner.


In the aftermath, Shockwave went into full-on scientist mode, whisking the injured Vehicon's away to his lab faster than a turbo-charged Velocitronian.


We watched as he tinkered, adjusted, and optimized, transforming the broken soldiers into something that could only be described as Cybertronian superheroes.


So, while the initial test had resulted in unintended acrobatics, it also showcased the raw potential of our creations.


The weaponry might have exploded like a malfunctioning starship, but it had also shown us a glimpse of what it could become with a little fine-tuning.


And now, with the first batch of vehicons evolving into PBM'S, the possibilities seemed endless.


Every vehicon, regardless of their current form, looked at those experimental devices with a mix of curiosity and newfound respect.


Lesson learned? Sometimes, a little explosion is just the prelude to a magnificent transformation as a PBM.


____

Present:


As I step into his laboratory, I find Shockwave already waiting—ever the meticulous planner, he is.


Galvatron: "Shockwave, you and I will venture to the Sea of Rust. The Omega Lock should be hidden there, masquerading as an inconspicuous building."


Shockwave: "Lord Galvatron, your intelligence is undeniable, but allow me to voice a query. While I dare not question your knowledge, I must admit that in the latter stages of the Fall of Cybertron, I was stationed in a my personal research facility, and yet I failed to identify the Omega Lock."


It's intriguing to witness Shockwave's audacity to validate my understanding, ensuring my command is based on solid ground. It's a testament to my evolution—I won't spiral into the abyss of Megatron's rule, surrounded by sycophants and boot-lickers.


Galvatron: "Shockwave, I welcome your inquiry, for it proves your dedication to accuracy. Rest assured, my awareness is infallible. Any alteration would necessitate a disruption in the timeline, a feat nearly unattainable unless orchestrated by another force—nigh impossible."


Shockwave nods, his gaze unyielding, his voice resolute.


Shockwave: "Lord Galvatron, while the odds are slim, we must acknowledge the plausibility of temporal manipulation. If you possess such an ability, logic dictates others could as well. Thus, it's crucial to establish countermeasures against any improbable yet conceivable adversities, ensuring the stability of the Decepticon Empire."


Galvatron: "Your logic is sound, Shockwave. After our foray into the Sea of Rust, continue your research unabated, but allocate resources to devise strategies against all foreseeable threats. Failure is not an option. Our search for the Omega Lock can not be further delayed."


It's an admission I've hesitated to make: I've grown complacent, overly confident. If I've traversed into this universe, there's a lurking suspicion that others might have done so as well. It's time to embody the spirit of Batman, crafting contingency plans that rival the Dark Knight himself.


And so, with the resonance of agreement, we depart.


___

With a calculated leap, Shockwave and I step out of the groundbridge, the culmination of a persistent search even with my foreknowledge—it's been a major annoyance, to put it lightly.


Instantly, Shockwave is drawn to the disguised Omega Lock, his optic flickering with a passion only he can manifest.


It's as though he's encountered a long-lost love, a sentiment I can respect.


For now, I'll grant Shockwave the indulgence, recognizing that within this dormant relic rests Cybertron's salvation.


Shockwave: "Lord Galvatron, the Omega Lock defies conventional detection. This technological marvel warrants further study. My ongoing projects can tolerate a temporary hiatus. Would this temporary divergence be acceptable, my lord?"


Galvatron: "Shockwave, take all the time you require. Unlock the cryptic knowledge of the ancients. The dawn of Cybertron's resurgence hinges upon your discoveries."


My own patience wears thin, the sensation akin to rust gnawing at my very core, a disconcerting yet impossible reality for the most advanced being in this universe.


The rusted frames of Cybertronians lying like forgotten dreams within the Sea of Rust only fuels my urgency.


One day, I'll cleanse that wasteland with fire, converting it into molten glass—a tribute to our ascendancy.


Summoning the groundbridge, I intend to depart, but a stark alert disrupts my plans.


[DECEPTICON EMERGENCY BEACON: DO YOU WISH TO ACCEPT? Y/N]


Accept, I command, my interest piqued.


[DECEPTICON IDENTIFIED: COMBINER BRUTICUS. LOCATION: 15 MILES FROM CURRENT COORDINATES]


Bruticus—a name I assumed lost after the tumultuous battle on the Ark. My memories, intertwined as both a Cybertronian and a human, fail to provide answers. Could he have survived, hidden amidst the corrosive grip of the Sea of Rust?


The possibility is intriguing. I envision their might, envision the role they can play in the newfound Decepticon Empire—a paradigm of quality over quantity. The absence of the Well of All-Sparks accentuates this necessity, driving home the significance of the elite.


With renewed resolve, determined to recruit Bruticus. In these times of shifting dominion, their prowess as a special operations unit is imperative, as crucial as the very energon that courses through our veins.

____

I initiate a groundbridge to the provided coordinates.


As the swirling vortex of the groundbridge envelops me, I experience the familiar sensation of being torn between dimensions. In an instant, I'm transported to the outskirts of the Sea of Rust—an arid landscape stretching out before me, like a barren canvas awaiting the strokes of fate.


My optics scan the horizon, and there, looming ominously, is the colossal form of Bruticus. The sight is awe-inspiring—a reminder of the formidable power that emerges when Combiners unite. The intricate dance of machinery and sentience that gives rise to these combiners is both art and science—a mastery of engineering and camaraderie.


Approaching the towering amalgamation of Decepticon might, I lower myself to the ground with an air of authority. The whir of machinery shifts to an expectant silence as Bruticus regards me, its combined form a testament to the unity of its components: Onslaught, Vortex, Brawl, Blast Off, and Swindle.


Bruticus: "Who...?"


Galvatron: "Bruticus, your Lord and Master has returned. Much has changed—I am now Galvatron. I have evolved, and I require your aid once more. Your failure on the Ark was, quite frankly, disappointing. But fear not, with time and resources, you can be improved and repaired."


The gargantuan Combiner remains contemplative, its optics scrutinizing me as if struggling to understand my intent. A moment of tension hangs in the air—the weight of history and destiny converging upon this juncture.


Bruticus: "We... serve you, Lord Galvatron, Decepticon Empire. We serve."


Galvatron: "Your loyalty shall be rewarded. However, hold on a moment. You... need help. Medical attention, now."


Bruticus inclines its form, a unanimous acceptance resonating through the individual components.


As I turn my gaze from the colossal amalgamation, I contact Drachen.


[COMMUNICATION ACCEPTED:]


[DRACHEN: CREATOR]


[GALVATRON: DRACHEN, I REQUIRE A GROUNDBRIDGE TO MY LOCATION. I HAVE A COMPANION THAT REQUIRES IMMEDIATE MEDICAL ATTENTION.]


[DRACHEN: YES, MY CREATOR, THAT SHALL BE DONE.]


[COMMUNICATION ENDED:]


____

As I await Drachen's impending groundbridge, a nagging uncertainty gnaws at me.


Upon my return to the base, I plan to delve into Bruticus's mind, unravelling the enigma of his survival.


I'll cross-reference my foreknowledge and reprogram the Combaticons to ensure their unwavering loyalty to me.


In the midst of finalizing my strategy, Drachen materializes through a groundbridge.


Drachen: "Creator, I have arrived. Is this the companion."


Galvatron: "Yes, Drachen, insure that Bruticus survives."


Stepping into the beckoning embrace of the groundbridge, I can't shake off the unease that gnaws at me, akin to having forgotten something crucial.


The explosion that rocks the base suddenly jolts my memory— The Autobot attack.


My soldiers plunge into action, and the automated defence systems activate with mechanical precision.


Navigating towards the nearby monitors, I witness Ultra Magnus and his Autobots including the Dinobots in action.


Good there all here after their sparks are extinguished Cybertron shall be mine.


I draw upon my charisma and start my speech.


"Decepticons! Today, the Autobots assail our walls, blinded by their futile ideals. Yet we stand as the architects of destiny, the masters of power. Let their efforts fuel our resolve. We remain united, unyielding. Their illusions shall shatter against our might. To victory, Decepticons!"


My rallying cry is met with cheers as the Decepticons rally, organizing themselves under Drachen's leadership.


Good now to get a Combiner on my side.


As I enter the room with the combaticons, I start to make them loyal to me by adding a couple of loyalty routines in their minds via their processors.


It's good enough for now until Shockwave comes back to finalise it.


After reactivating them, they look at me with fanatical devotion.


Onslaught: "Lord Galvatron, where do you require us."


Galvatron: "Engage the Autobots and act as a distraction while i snuff Ultra Magnus's spark out."


They nod and transform to complete their objective.


I might of messed up their minds oh well I'll leave that to Shockwave to fix.


I start making my way to the walls of the base and overlook the battle.


Drachen and the soldiers have carved a chunk out the Autobots, while the upgraded trio of vehicons engage three Autobots the spys, as i look over too Ultra Magnus and the Dinobots i see the combaticons engage them and Ultra Magnus left alone good he's mine.


Without hesitation, I transform and take to the skies, a determined course set straight for Ultra Magnus.


I target all my weapon systems to fire upon Ultra Magnus he notices and takes cover and shoots his ion blaster at me.


I channel Megatron's memories of battle and use them for myself.


I crash into Ultra Magnus and send him flying towards a destroyed building.


The ground trembles beneath the force of my power, i raise my cannon and start blasting at him.


He, of course, dodges and rushes towards me and i him.


The clash of our blows tremble throughout my frame

I feel the raw power of his blows, each strike testing the limits of my endurance.


My circuits resonate with the echoes of every hit, the sensation a symphony of pain and adrenaline


And i love it.


We dance across the battlefield, each movement a calculated manoeuvre, each strike a display of calculated precision.


He might be weaker than me, but his experience levels the playing field.


I anticipate Ultra Magnus's moves, weaving between his strikes and countering with brutal efficiency.


The battle becomes a deadly dance, a choreography of destruction.


But as much as i enjoy this battle, i must end it.


My cannon arm pulses with energy, and I unleash a barrage of blasts that create explosions of dazzling brilliance.


Ultra Magnus staggers, his frame wavering under the onslaught.


I seize the opportunity, closing the distance between us with blinding speed.



My fist collides with his chest, the impact echoing like thunder.


His systems falter, his optics flicker, and for a moment, victory seems within my grasp.


But Ultra Magnus, his resolve burning brighter than ever.


He summons his last reserves of energy, his blade stabs through my armour as if a last desperate attempt to escape.


However, with a surge of power, I channel every ounce of my strength into one final, devastating blow.


My fist pushes through Ultra Magnus's chest, the impact sending shockwaves through his frame.


His optics widen in disbelief, a mixture of surprise and resignation.


I hold his gaze, his spark flickering within his chest—a spark that once burned brightly with hope and valour.


But in this moment, his spark meets its end, crushed beneath my power.


As his life force fades, his optics dim, I pull my hand out, and Ultra Magnus falls to the ground, his body still.


I stand there disappointed with the battle, I thought Prime's second in command would put up a better fight.


But alas, i guess not. As i turn to leave the battlefield, I hear a thunderous roar.


Grimlock he disengaged from Bruticus and is now rushing towards me. Good, maybe he will put up a better fight than Magnus.


As i rush to meet Grimlock head first, his fiery sword crackles with power, and he swings it towards my head.


At that moment, I felt his vengeance to destroy me and avenge Ultra Magnus, and despite the injuries sustained during my battle with Ultra Magnus, i raised my cannon to fire at his midsection.


He crashes towards the ground, and his sword goes flying across the battlefield.


He gets up and rushes towards me again. Wow, that blast would've killed the average bot, but Grimlock just shrugged it off.


Okay, maybe i can match him in power. My body is the most advanced Cybertronian in this universe.


Galvatron: "You're rage won't be enough to defeat me, Grimlock."


My cannon pulses with energy.


Grimlock rises from the ground and stares at me with rage that would make Khorne proud.


Grimlock: "Let's see about that."


I barely dodged Grimlock's attack, I grapple with Grimlock. I could feel the strain in every fibre of my being as we grappled, a test of strength and willpower


But i can not fail. i am fighting for them, my Decepticons for a New Cybertron.


Just as it seems i would fail, a surge of power rushes through me and i send him staggering backwards i know i could not waste this moment so i raise my cannon and blast Grimlock with full power tearing through his body.


Just as i thought, i won a hand, reaches towards me, and rips my arm off.


I scream in agony


Galvatron: "Ahhhhhh."


I see a barley functioning Grimlock rise from the ground, and i ready myself.


Grimlock: "NO MORE CANNON YOU LOSE."


Galvatron: "You'll pay for that Grimlock."


As Grimlock staggers towards me, i send a final powerful strike towards Grimlock, and he falls backwards with a thud.


He lay defeated, his optics filled with defiance and vengeance.


I stagger towards him and bash in his head till there's nothing left.


Galvatron: " I told you, you would pay for that Grimlock."


As i struggle to stand, i know I've won after this. The war for Cybertron is over.


I turn my head, my right arm with my cannon is lying on the ground, emitting sparks, smoke, and leaking energon.


As i lift my head and overlook the battlefield once again.


The remaining Autobots are dead, and the Dinobots are dead. i guess they lost their focus without Grimlock, and when they saw him killed, Bruticus took advantage.


My army did exceptionally well, and even though some look worse than before, they will heal.


I see Drachen by Primus he looks magnificent. The amount of dead Autobots surrounding him is a testament to his power and skill.


Galvatron: "Decepticons on this day we have won the War For Cybertron is over and Cybertron is ours now go celebrate for tomorrow we have a world to fix."


I hear the Decepticons laugh and collect their wounded and bring them back to base, Drachen approaches me.


Galvatron: "Drachen, I require medical attention, and my arm reattached."


Drachen nods in acceptance, and as we turn to base, we hear a loud crash. we snap our heads to the sound, and it's Bruticus, and he collapsed, probably injured.


Galvatron: "And Bruticus requires medical attention also get some of the Vehicon's to haul his body back to base I require rest."


____
Shockwave Pov:


The groundbridge hummed as I arrived back at the Decepticon base. My mission to complete the data from the Omega Lock requires more of my equipment from my laboratory.


I expected the usual calm and orderly atmosphere of our fortress, but what met my optic was a sight that could only be described as... chaotic.


Shockwave: "Intriguing. It appears that in my absence, chaos has become the order of the day."


The once-majestic Bastion, a symbol of Decepticon might and authority, now bore the scars of battle.


Smoke wafted from multiple fractures in its structure, and the acrid scent of scorched metal stung my sensors.


Shockwave: "I shall have to conduct a thorough damage assessment. This is hardly acceptable."


I strode forward, my single optic locked onto a colossal heap of metal sprawled across the ground.


It was none other than Bruticus, He looked utterly defeated, limbs splayed out in an almost comical fashion.


He survived.


Shockwave: "Bruticus has evidently adopted a rather... unique form of relaxation."


But the most perplexing sight was yet to come. Galvatron, our indomitable leader, stood there, missing his right cannon arm, which had been replaced by a jagged stump emitting sparks.


Shockwave: "Ah, Lord Galvatron. It seems you've embraced the concept of... 'limbless' fashion. Quite the avant-garde choice."


Galvatron turned his steely glare toward me, his optics narrowing in irritation.


Galvatron: "Shockwave, I've had enough for one day. Spare me your observations."


Shockwave: "Of course, Lord Galvatron. I shall focus on the matter at hand."


As I conducted my analysis of the damaged Bastion, I couldn't resist the urge to mutter to myself.


Shockwave (under my breath): "Who would have thought that Galvatron would become a trendsetter in the 'one-armed tyrant' look?"


Galvatron's optics flared with annoyance, but before he could respond, a message crackled over the comms.


[COMMUNICATION RECEIVED:]

[DRACHEN: CREATOR]

[DRACHEN: I HAVE GOOD NEWS. THE AUTOMATED REPAIR DRONES HAVE BEEN ACTIVATED, AND WE SHALL HAVE THE BASTION BACK TO OPTIMAL FUNCTIONALITY IN NO TIME.]


Galvatron: "Excellent, Drachen. Proceed with all haste."


Shockwave: "It appears, Lord Galvatron, that our predicament is being addressed. Could you fill me in as to what happened while i was gone."


Galvatron: "Indeed, Shockwave. Our base got attacked by the Autobots including Ultra Magnus and the Dinobots they cease to function obviously and we won the War on Cybertron but we did not go unscathed, I require you to help reprogram the Combaticons to be loyal to me and help lead affairs whilst i recover."


With that, Galvatron turned to leave


Now, i split my attention to overseeing the repair efforts, and I resumed my analysis of the Bastion's damage.


In this moment, i regret coming back.


A/N


(So what do you guys think? i tried my best with this. i hope it was good if you guys have any questions ask, and I'll respond as quickly as i can.)

 

[Devastator21]

The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos and warfare.


The air was thick with the stench of burning metal and the deafening roar of weaponry.


Drachen led the Decepticons into the fray, carving a path of destruction and victory against the Autobot troops.


His resolve was unwavering, and his crimson optics ablaze with determination.


From Drachen's vantage point, he identified Autobot leading the troops in the absence of Ultra Magnus.


And it looks like are Autobots are planning a counter offensive with a squadron of Autobots.


Drachen's comms crackled to life, receiving a report from one of his lieutenants.


"Commander Drachen, the Autobots are preparing for a counteroffensive with a squadron of their best warriors. They seem determined to turn the tide of this battle."


Drachen swiftly transmitted his orders to his troops.


Drachen: "Reinforce the line ensure the counteroffensive is not successful we can not allow the Autobots to regain their footing, victory is within our grasp."


He knew that defeating the leader would break the morale of the Autobot troops and ensure the victory of the battle for the Decepticons.


As the Decepticons braced for the impending Autobot assault, the battlefield became a crucible of conflict.


While the Combaticons engage the Dinobots the clashing of metal, the thunderous blasts of weaponry.


Drachen knew that this battle was pivotal for Cybertron, and he was determined to emerge victorious for the Decepticons, no matter the cost for the creator.


The Autobots charge into the Decepticon lines and the impending battle unfolded with a fury, Autobots and Decepticons locked in combat.


Drachen overlooked the battlefield and saw where the lines were about to break and charged in there ripping and destroying Autobots like a god of destruction.


Screams echoed from the Autobots that had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting Drachen.


As Drachen was finishing off the Autobots in this area he got blasted at.


He turned his head and saw the Autobot commander.


The bot was nearly as tall as himself. It looked strong, heavy weaponry, and it was a flight based cybertronian.


Quakejaw: "Decepticon my name is Quakejaw and this day you shall die for the Autobot cause."


Drachen looked at Quakejaw and shoot foward ripping into the Autobot and killing Quakejaw instantly.


Drachen: "Why would you speak when fighting it's just illogical."


As the other Autobots see their commander fall so quick and brutally, they start to run.


Autobot soldier 1: "RUN WERE SCRAPED."


While some stayed to fight.


Autobot soldier 2: "FOR THE AUTOBOT CAUSE."


Drachen signalled the troops to advance and destroy the Autobots.


Drachen: "Advance Decepticons victory is within our grasp."


The Decepticons rush out of their fortifications and rushed foward slaughtering the Autobots.


As this was happening Drachen saw Straxus,Radeon and Blaze engage in a battle with the Autobot spy's from before.

____

Straxus Pov:


How much worse can this day get, first the Autobots attack and now I'm being attacked personally by this old bot called Voltstrike like who announces their own name while trying to kill someone.


By trying i mean with my new body gotta thank Shockwave for that, it's literally impossible to get damaged unless you deliberately do so.


Oh yeah I've been dodging for this entire fight and shooting pot shoots at the bot, he doesn't like that.


Voltstrike: "STOP DODGING ME YOU FRAGGING DECEPTICON


Honestly I'm getting bored i guess i should end it and link back up with Radeon and Blaze.


As Voltstrike reloads i rush foward and with a quick motion decapitate him.


Straxus: "Oh well time to check up on Radeon and Blaze."


A massive explosion goes off in the distance.


Straxus: "Radeon what did you do now."

____

Radeon Pov:


Have I told anyone i love explosions it's the best thing in the world.


The smells and aroma of it ah it's perfection.


I gotta thank Shockwave for this body it's perfect I'm so strong now and i turn into a tank I love it.


Radeon gets shot at.


Radeon turns around to the barley functioning Autobot called Skyblaze in anger.


Skyblaze weakly shoots again and says defiantly.


Skyblaze: "You won't win Con, Ultra Magnus will win."


Radeon looks at Skyblaze and picks him up theb point's at a dead Ultra Magnus.


Radeon: "You mean that Ultra Magnus, the same one who got brutally killed by Lord Galvatron."


Radeon watches the defiant Autobots face drain of colour and Radeon enjoys it the look of despair and sadness etched upon Skyblaze's face.


Skyblaze: "No it can't be..... Ultra Magnus."

As Radeon is getting bored of this he decides to end this by the best and most exciting way he knows a explosion.


As Radeon set's Skyblaze down facing in the direction of Ultra Magnus's dead body he then chuck's all of his spare explosions around and on the Autobot.


He steps back and admirers his work and then he transform into his alt-mode and starts charging up his tank barrel to 100%.


Radeon: "Goodbye Autobot, thanks for playing with me."


Skyblaze turns his head and looks at Radeon in shock.


Skyblaze: "Your insane, I can't wait to die."


As Radeon's fires a massive beam fires out of the barrel and towards Skyblaze and as soon as it connects a massive explosion engulfs the area.


And Radeon goes flying and bashes into a wall hard.

____

Straxus Pov:


As i finally make my way to Radeon's location it looks like a antimatter bomb went off


By Primus what did Radeon do.


After searching for awhile i find a tank lodged into a wall and i pull it out.


The vehicle transforms it's Radeon he's pretty banged up and looking sheepish at Straxus.


Straxus: "By the All-Spark Radeon i thought you offlined, but no you're in a wall, by the way did you fully charge your cannon you know we were warned not to do that are sparks are still adapting to our new bodies you could've died."


Radeon looks down in shock.


Radeon: "I didn't mean to worry you, i just got to excited about the explosion and i thought my frame could handle it, I promise to never do something like that again."


Straxus looks at Radeon and then sighs.


Straxus: "All right let's go find Blaze and link up with Commander Drachen."


Radeon nods


Straxus and Radeon transform head towards Blazes location.


Radeon: "So how was you're fight with the Autobot? Anything interesting for me, it was boring it ended quickly."


Radeon asks curiously, Straxus looks at him and answers.


Straxus: "No not really it was boring and the old bot Voltstrike was so annoying."

____

Blaze Pov:


Flying is so fun.

And killing Autobots obviously I'm so fast now Shockwave's a genius.


My body is like an actual seekers body i guess i kinda look like blast off i guess but I'm way cooler. My new body is so much better than my old one who knew if you wanted a new body play around with synth-en.


But this fight is getting boring, Lumitron is this Autobots name but he just keeps on putting a force-field around him and then whenever i start to charge my missiles he opens fire.


I call hax.


Lumitron: "It's statistically impossible to win, just surrender."


Blaze: " What, you're losing the battle, Ultra Magnus ceases to function."


Blaze starts firing all of his weapons around the ground of Lumitron to disrupt the forcefield.


Lumitron then gets knocked off the ground.


Blaze then rushes towards Lumitron and crashes into him and the forcefield flickers giving Blaze the chance to activate his energon blade and then slices and dices into the Autobot.


Blaze: "Good riddance."


Lumitron collapses on the floor dead.


Blaze sits down and rests.


Blaze hears a two vehicles near him, Blaze transforms and lands infront of Straxus and Radeon.


Blaze: "Hey guy's what's up."


Straxus and Radeon transform and Straxus looks at him with a deadpan expression.


Straxus: "Honestly you and Radeon have to stop going off on you're own we're not Lord Galvatron or Commander Drachen."


Blaze and Radeon look down in embarrassment.


Radeon: "I promise we won't do this again, can we go back to Commander Drachen and fight some more."


Straxus looks at Radeon in exasperation and Blaze looks at Radeon in embarrassment.


Blaze: "Straxus i apologise that we split off and im pretty sure if we sticked together we would've handled the Autobots quicker."


Straxus looks at them both and nods then transforms and then heads off to Drachen's location.

____


While Straxus, Radeon and Blaze were having there fights.


Drachen saw Ultra Magnus get killed ordered all his troops to advance faster and push the advantage.


Drachen split the Decepticon army into two battle groups, all in the locations of the battles.


To the battle with Bruticus and the Dinobots and the other two to reinforce the charge.


As Drachen overlooked the battlefield, he saw Grimlock charge towards Lord Galvatron or the Creator for Drachen.


And Drachen watches Galvatron brutally kill Grimlock while losing his arm.


Straxus, Radeon, and Blaze arrive right in front of Drachen.


Drachen: "Good, you're here. Go and reinforce Bruticus and ensure the Dinobots are destroyed."


They nod and follow Drachen's orders.


Drachen decided to grab some metal and impale some Autobots.

Drachen
​

To enforce his image of strength for the creator and make anyone who questions the Creator's will, fear the consequences of betrayal.

 

[Devastator21]

Galvatron Pov:


Getting the Bastion repaired took a bit longer than preferable but it was expected this is the first time we have had a battle since all the reorganisation efforts.


The automated drones repaired all superficial damage to the Bastion, Drachen and Shockwave both worked respectively Drachen attended the wounded while Shockwave worked on reprogramming the combaticons and finalizing synthetic energon.


Also I sent an order to recycle the Autobots outside the base and retrieve their weapons to see if they can be repaired for Decepticon use.


My thoughts are pulled to the present as i feel my pain receptors flair as my joints and mechanical gears, as my arm is reattached.


I see Shockwave look at me in concern well as much as he can show.


Shockwave: "Lord Galvatron are you all right."


I turn my head slowly at Shockwave and reply.


Galvatron: "I'm fine Shockwave just a bit of pain I'm fine."


Shockwave nods.


Shockwave: "Lord Galvatron your procedure has been completed if you have need of me i shall be in my lad finishing the synthetic energon formula."


I nod and leave the medical lab.


____


As i walk around the Bastion i review my performance of my fight with Ultra Magnus and Grimlock.


And I realised that i need to train myself as i relied to heavily on the collective memories of Megatron while and impressive combatant i wish to be better and i cannot do that while i rely on my cannon and strength i fought like a brute not the warrior i strive to be.


I need a melee weapon to negate my overuse of my cannon as im thinking that a imagine of a blazing red sword pops to mind Grimlock's sword yes that will do.


With a sword i can refine both fighting styles of Megatron and Galvatron respectively and use some of my human memories to pick and chose some martial arts to take.


I still need to work on my hand to hand just incase i have no weapon but for now, yes that will do.


I transform into my jet mode and take off to my throne at the Nexaraxis Dominium.


____

As I go through the files that Drachen sent me.


Our energon stores while being half full it's going to get low in a manner of Stellar-Cycles with all ongoing projects.


I need to go to the Echelon Citadel and work with Shockwave on Synthetic Energon if Shockwave hasn't already finished it.


I transform into my jet mode and take off while i could take a groundbridge i prefer flying.


As i overlook my domain i see movement from the automated drones following my orders to collect the Autobot weapons and recycle the Autobots.


I feel slightly disappointed at myself I probably could've diplomatically talked down the Autobots but i didn't and to be honest to myself i didn't want to.


I need to prove myself to my Decepticons and to myself that i have what it takes to lead and fight.


It was just the easiest and simplest way to rid myself of my doubt and win the undying loyalty of my troops.


It has been proven in history that the easiest way to stabilise a region is to crush and completely destroy any opposing force.


While im not saying that it is right or good and i am saddened for the death of my fellow Cybertronian's it's all for a better future for a new Cybertron.


____

As I enter Shockwave's laboratory i see Shockwave working at a monitor.


He turns to me and point's at the nearly completed synthetic energon formula.


Galvatron: "Good work Shockwave but there a few mistakes nothing terrible but a few small mistakes."


Shockwave looks at me and then looks back over the formula.


Shockwave: "Indeed it seems i apologise Lord Galvatron."


I wave off his apology and get to work fixing all the mistakes and upping the efficiency while completely negating any possible side affects.


And while I'm doing this Shockwave is watching very intently seeing the changes being done.


Shockwave: "Lord Galvatron the changes you have implemented it's not like anything i predicted."


I turn around finished and look at Shockwave.


Galvatron: "Shockwave you by yourself took the idea of synthetic energon and nearly completed it yourself all i did was bring a new set off optics, now Shockwave i want you to start synthesis the synthetic energon and start slowly replacing all internal and external systems with synthetic energon and when we run out of energon then replace it with synthetic energon."


Shockwave nods and looks a little bit emotional.


Shockwave: "Thank you lord Galvatron and I shall get to work immediately."


I nod and then transform into my jet mode and take off from Shockwave's citadel.


____

1 Orbital-Cycle later (1 month)


For the past month everything has gone fine literally everything besides us are now running on synthetic energon.


Shockwave has done brilliantly and hr should be proud of himself if he can even feel that yet.


I finally went to see Drachen and I'm so proud of my little boy only like 7 months old and he's already a badass.


____

Flashback:


I see Drachen from a distance and i see him helping some vehicons move some equipment.


And i then decide to land right infront of Drachen because why not now Drachen knew what was going to happen as he looked nervous while the 3 vehicons jumped backwards in fright.


Drachen: "Creator how are you."


I ignored Drachen and rushed at him with the speed of a freight train and gave him the biggest bear hug in history.


Galvatron: "My little boy you made me so proud the way you staked those Autobots outside the base was perfection."


As i tightened my hug i started hear Drachen's frame creaking from the pressure.


Drachen: "Creator i can't breathe."


I then tighten it more and i see Drachen's head drop in embarrassment.


Then drop Drachen from the hug and he transform's and speeds off.


I then hear a chuckle escape a vehicon's voice box.


I snap my head and glare at them i see a Vehicon smack another one across the head.


That same Vehicon steps up and looks at me.


Vehicon soldier 1: "My Lord i apologise for the idiot over there."



The Vehicon rubbing his head looks down in embarrassment and shame.


I then look at the Vehicon who laughed.


Galvatron: "What is you're name soldier."


He looks up and responds.


Steve: "Steve Sir."


What.


My cannon pulses with energy as my temper flares i raise my cannon and look at them wirh a menacing glare.


Galvatron: "You have cleaning duty for as long as i say so you will clean with the drones and scrub down every nock and crany of this base is that understood."


All 2 vehicons: "Yes sire."


And the leader of the group mutters: "By Primus i will deactivate you one day Steve."


No one interrupts my time with boy.


____

I did embarrass him alot and he transformed and sped off, pretty funny.


Now i know you're curious about hey Galvatron what have you been doing this past month.


Training i tell you combining the fighting styles of Megatron with human and one fictional style.


Now i know you're wondering why I've done this well first the og Galvatron didn't use any melee weapon or when he did he used it as a baseball bat.


While Megatron actually used a variety of melee weapons during his time in the gladiatorial pits.


But one thing we both loved using is a sword.


Yes i took Grimlock's sword it wasn't like he was using it.


____

Flashback:


As i enter the room were the collected weapons and equipment from the Autobots that weren't damaged are.


I start going throught the crate i see a couple of ion blasters, some energon blades oh im taking those because why not, a sub par cannon, a couple of mines, pistols.


After a couple of minutes i found it and it was glowing ready to unleash destruction upon it's enemies.


And i then put back the other weapons because I'm a nice guy.


I then pick up the sword and do a couple of swings and i gotta tell you it's brilliant.


But i do need some modifications like the handle and i need to replace the energon with synth-en to hopefully cut my enemies like Bayverse Prime.


____


So for the past month since I've been training making my own style and I gotta tell you it's pretty good.


And sparring with Drachen,Bruticus and the combaticons were insightful i mean i didn't lose but the point of the sparring wasn't to win it was to prefect my fighting style.


I used Megatron's sword style as the base and added some human elements and now this sounds stupid but i added Darth Vader's style of Lightsaber combat.


While i had to replace some elements of it it worked i mean the results speak for itself i thrashed Drachen then the combaticons and after a fair bit of recovery Bruticus and that was hard i took alot of damage but i won and because i didn't pay attention most of the decepticons were there sitting and cheering like a gladiatorial match but without the killing obviously.


And i felt a very small bit of pride in myself and i decided to have a small area of the Bastion turned into a gladiatorial arena with the rules being if you knock out your opponent then you won but you can give up.


I figured it would help the soldiers not get bored and start messing around.


Oh i also have started working on my cqc combat I've used the energon blades i found upgraded them and had then put in my arms with them i don't have to worry.


In my cqc I've implemented a mix between my hands with my cannon so when i blast someone i then thrust my fist through the weak spot.


Now that I'm done talking about me let's go to what Shockwave's done.


Well he's been a busy bot as Shockwave finished the synth-en we now are able to enhance our projects.


So Project Predacon is going to be stronger than the og timeline now don't worry about Predaking going all disloyal Shockwave and I made sure there's no possibility of that happening.


While on the other hand the Omega Lock should be operational in about 5 to 6 months as we need to get the All-Spark as well and Shockwave is starting on reactivating a spaceport.


Did you know the Decepticon warship that we see in tfp were extremely common during the War on Cybertron even though the Nemesis is Trypticon is is more advanced then them they could of used a better alt-mode but hey I'm not planning on using that build nah.


I've been playing around on the holographic monitors around my throne and let me tell you even though Megatron and Galvatron didn't pay close attention to overseeing the plans for the Decepticon warships a quick glance is enough to build a model scale of it in my mind where i can discard parts and replace them.


It's pretty fun to do that when Unicron upgraded my body the og Galvatron didn't use it to It's full capability.


I got the rough plans for three ships two of them are going to be used for anything like and they can be upgraded by the captain of the ship by doing well in missions and then my flagship my pride and joy It's going to be a monster of a ship when built while not being what i wanted i realised that if i built the original now i would burn through every single resource i have.


So i have to wait but it's still not a bad flagship.


And you can't tell me that decepticon ships are not aesthetically pleasing.


Moving on i know the All-Spark is at the Theta Scorpii star system but it is extremely dangerous area filled with plasma storms and asteroids i could theoretically go there myself but there is like a 100% chance i might die or get lost.


And I'm not confident enough to leave my Decepticons by themselves they have grown alot bigger.


We have 10,000 automated drones all spread out across the Bastion and the Nexaraxis Dominium and the Echelon Citadel and we also have 10,000 vehicons spread across three locations and 5000 of them are ground and seeker bots.


We do have a vehicon factory online producing 500 a month and that's also including equipment.


For the moment I've split my forces in three equal groups when we get Cybertron activated those three groups will be the beginning of there own cities.


In the future i plan to collect the Iacon relics so me and Shockwave and figure out how it works and i need to let Shockwave figure out a way to stop Primus and Unicron from interfering with our species.


But for now everything is going to plan.


____


5 Orbital-Cycles Later (5 Months)


I'm exhausted I've been itching for anything I've finished my ship schematics.


I've trained and trained sparred with everyone i imagine they thought it was training.


I have split the combaticons to teach and play war games with the vehicon's.


Drachen, Onslaught and Straxus are working together they actually are friends now Onslaught assists Drachen and Straxus follows along.


____


Galvatron training montage:


Radeon and Brawl are now hanging out with each other they have trained and fought each other all across the Bastion and it has been a headache for Drachen, Onslaught and Straxus.


____


Radeon and Brawl:



Radeon is beating some of the heavy duty vehicons and is getting bored.



Radeon: "I'm so bored i wish i could blow something up."



Radeon then hears a voice speak from across the arena.



Brawl: "I wish there was still some Autobots to chrush but i guess you will do."



Radeon turns to Brawl and smirks they both rush at each in the ensuing battle half of the arena was destroyed and the rest was covered in sorch marks.



Brawl looks at Radeon from the floor.



Brawl: "You know that was fun but do you know what else is fun explosion's."



Radeon who is on the floor too looks at Brawl and i swear to Primus his eyes were shining.



Radeon: "You know what i think this going to be the start of a beautiful friendship."



Just before Brawl could answer Drachen, Onslaught and Straxus entered the arean and as soon as Brawl and Radeon see them they both nod and transform out of there.



The last thing they hear is a incoherent scream of rage from the distance.



____


Blaze, Vortex and Blast Off are training the vehicon seeker's and they have bonded over there shared love of flying.


Training with Blaze, Vortex and Blast Off:


Blaze is flying around instructing the vehicon seeker's in maneuvers.


Blaze: "Come on follow what I'm doing this is easy."


As Blaze is saying that a the seeker's behind him are struggling to keep up as they have to dodge attacks from Vortex and Blast Off.


A seeker got blasted out of the air and landed harshly on the ground.


Blast Off and Vortex laugh.


Blaze: "Dammit Dodge !!."


Blast Off and Vortex laugh even louder.


____


I'm quite proud of how far my Decepticons have come when i first came here they were barely functioning but now there thriving and they are stronger than ever.


Megatron when he abandoned these soldiers that was one of his biggest mistakes.


I know by the time of season one of tfp Megatron lost most of his army either he left them on different parts of the galaxy that's unacceptable.


There's so much to do but so little time.


[SYSTEM INFROM DRACHEN TO COME TO MY LOCATION]


[AS YOU WISH]


I wait a few moments and a groundbridge opens up infront of me and Drachen exits, and he kneels infront of me.


Drachen: "Creator I have arrived what do you require of me."


I take a few seconds and then i look at Drachen seriously.


Galvatron: "Drachen I have a mission of extreme importance I require you to order all decepticons to salvage any resources and material from Cybertron, I require indepth searches to find any lost technology or stasis pods, I need this done immediately if possible."


Drachen looks at me and looks at me in such loyalty I'm a bit afraid.


Drachen: "I shall do so immediately Creator i will not fail you."


I look at Drachen in exasperation.


Galvatron: "Drachen you have never failed me you are my proudest creation nothing else shall replace you, now go complete this mission and maybe we'll have a movie night."


Drachen looks at me nods and leaves immediately through a groundbridge.


I guess that's done now I'm gonna go design some new PBM'S and ships.


I can't wait to play with the Predacon imagine riding it into battle.


In a month's time just a month i can wait a month can't i yeah.

 

[Devastator21]

Galvatron Pov:


It's been a very busy Stellar-Cycle (1 Month) but everything has been going well so far, i mean we had a few mistakes nothing terrible.


Like the Scraplet hive that a Decepticon patrol found near Iacon, and that was a pain in my aft but Drachen surprised everyone he went into the hive and slaughtered every Scraplet by himself.


____


Flashback


A group of vehicons and Drachen are standing around the entrance of the underground hive of Scraplets.


Vehicon soldier 1: "Commander Drachen should we call for reinforcements." The vehicon said while fighting the urge to be terrified of the Scraplets.


Drachen signaled for the others to gather around and then he spoke with a voice that inspired confidence and strength.


Drachen: "Soldiers do not be scared for our strength surpasses them for we carry the righteous fury our are glorious Leader." As Drachen's voice resonated with charisma and strength the vehicons were left lost for words.


The vehicon's surrounding Drachen spread out and went back their positions around the underground entrance. But one vehicon stayed behind.


Drachen looked at the entrance and thought of a plan, as he was building a mental image of the plan he noticed a vehicon standing near him, Drachen signalled the soldier to speak.


Vehicon soldier 2: "Sir there's no possibility that we can win against the Scraplet hive underground it's one of the biggest we've ever encountered." The vehicon rubbing his servos together nervously looked upon the imposing figure of Drachen and awaited an answer.


Drachen looked at the soldier and was impressed with this vehicon's intelligence.


Drachen: "What is your name soldier." Drachen asked as a plan began forming in his mind.


The vehicon looks up into Drachen's optics and nervously responds.


Vehicon soldier 2: "My name is Nightburn sir."


Drachen goes through Nightburn's file and is left impressed at what he saw Nightburn is an accomplished soldier that won every battle he was in using his intelligence to analyse the tactics of the enemy and exploit weaknesses be they psychological, strategic, or technological.


But due to his accomplishments being stolen by others he never got promoted, as Drachen gazes at Nightburn he sees potential with some training he could be a great assest to the Decepticons.


Drachen: "Nightburn i plan to go into the hive and systematically destroy the hive as the Scraplets have not been awakened they will be easily destroyed." Drachen's voice oozed confidence.


Nightburn looked at Drachen and was seriously confused with this plan and voiced his objection to this.


Nightburn: "Sir please reconsider this is insane and there is a 99% chance of failure." Nightburn's voice was mixed with disappointment and concern because Drachen was the best commander he ever served and he doesn't want to see him die.


But Drachen ignored him and continued walking into the hive.


A couple of minutes pass but to Nightburn and the rest of the vehicons it feels like an eternity.


Until they hear a loud explosion and sound's of gunfire.


The vehicon's surround the entrance and prime their weapons ready to fire at any moment.


They begin to hear a loud sound of footsteps and a bloody and beaten Drachen emerges from the hive and Drachen stands tall.


Nightburn rushes towards Drachen and helps prop him against a broken piece of metal.


Nightburn: "Sir I'm guessing by your survival that the hive is destroyed and that you won."


Drachen looks at Nightburn and nods in conformation.


____


Galvatron Pov:


I'm making my way to Shockwave's lab to witness the birth of Predaking Shockwave has upgraded Predaking alot compared to the original time line.


With the increased resources available and synthetic energon Predaking will be over powered and the perfect sparring partner.


As i land at the entrance of Shockwave's laboratory i see Shockwave overlooking the final stages of gestation to ensure that everything goes smoothly.


Galvatron: "Shockwave how long until the Predacon is activated and have you added all the adjustments i recommended." My voice echoes within the Laboratory oozing strength and control.


Shockwave stops what he is doing and gestures me to approach.


As i make my way towards Shockwave he speaks.


Shockwave: "Yes sire all adjustments have been added there is no chance of failure and activation is ongoing as we speak." Shockwave's cold calculative voice resonates with a bit of pride as his red optic pulsates with an eerily glow.


I laugh slightly that Shockwave got one over me and wait in silence until the Predacon leaves the gestation tank as I've already discussed with Shockwave after a few preliminary tests i shall be the one to test all of it's capabilities as I'm the strongest person besides Bruticus but everyone besides a skeleton force is gone with Drachen scavenging major cites and battlefields.


And i know that sounds stupid but i dont plan to keep Cybertron the same i plan to tear down everything and rebuild that way no one can sneak by us or win a battle as i will know every nock and crany of this planet.


I'm drawn out of my thoughts as the Predacon breaks free out of the gestation tank and sends shards of material flying across the Laboratory.


The Predacon glances at Shockwave then stares into my crimson optics after a tense stare down.


The Predacon bows it head and pushes it foward and i do what any sane bot would do i stroke it and scratch its neck gently and as i thought it purrs like a big cat.


I turn my head to Shockwave he looks confused.


I guess he didn't expect the adjustments i made the Predacon loyal to me.


As i continue to stroke the Predacon and scratch it, i ask Shockwave a few questions.


Galvatron: "Shockwave you should be proud you have revived a extinct race, and do not be surprised at it's docile nature it knows it's Alpha it tested me and then submitted but i wish to know does this Predacon have a name." My voice a mix of pride, confidence and strength.


Shockwave looks up and just point's to the monitor which had a list of names and the gender and just walks out of the Laboratory.


Okay looking at the list wow that's alot of names i even found some energon sticks wow.


I'm guessing Shockwave just left because he's shocked no pun intended as felt a strong emotion.


I turn to the ginormous creature staring at me and the energon stick and i sigh and thrown two at it and it jumps catches it and falls to the floor denting it scrap that's going to be a pain to fix later oh well I'll leave that to the troops.


Galvatron: "I'm going to call you Predaking for now." My voice echoes throughout the Laboratory and Predaking lifts his head and purrs as i scratch between his metal scales.


____


Now it's time to train Predaking to be the ultimate sparring cough strongest Predacon ever.


What i didn't anticipate how hard it would be


*The First Attempt*


Galvatron stands sternly, pointing to a target on the horizon, instructing Predaking.


Galvatron: "Predaking, focus! Attack the target!"


Predaking, with a menacing roar, charges towards it. But instead of the target, he lunges at a passing vehicon, tossing it aside like a ragdoll.


Galvatron: "No, Predaking! The target not the expendable cough cough the vehicons."


*Scene 2: The Vehicon ragdoll*


I tried a different approach.


I setup a couple of energon cubes placed at the targets with a couple of vehicons standing near them to drawn Predaking towards the targets and avoid the obstacles in the way.


Galvatron: "Predaking, Get the target not the vehicons!"


Predaking rushes foward but in the process breaks through the obstacles and as Predaking does this he sends the vehicons flying in all directions.


Galvatron: "Primus save me." I mutter exhaustively


*Scene 3: The Energon Tank*


Frustrated with my failures, I take Predaking to a energon tank filled to the brim with the most purified energon we have on base.


Galvatron: "Predaking, you see that energon tank? Bring it to me."


Predaking promptly stomps towards the truck and, instead of getting it he crushes it.


*Scene 4: Energon Balls*


In a final desperate attempt, I take Predaking to an abandoned battle field where with the large open space i plan to play catch with him.


Galvatron: "Predaking, stay focused. Watch the ball!"


Predaking, more interested in the scrap leaps into it and starts playing in it.


Galvatron: "This is NOT how you catch the Ball!"


*Scene 5: First Flight*


I stand looking at Predaking struggling to hover above the ground and i decided to give some motivation.


Galvatron: "Come on Predaking do it and if you do I'll give you a cube of energon."


Predaking looks at me and nods and starts to fly shakily and he starts to fly laps in the sky and Predaking roars in elation.


Galvatron: "Okay come down now gently now you don't want to crash."


As soon as i finished saying that Predaking crashed into the ground and made a ginormous hole in the ground.


Galvatron: "Scrap" I rush down the hole and call a groundbridge to collect us.


*Scene 6: The Moment of Truth*


Exhausted from all the failed attempts, I take a deep breath and face Predaking one more time.


Galvatron: "Predaking, let's try one more time. Attack the target!"


This time, Predaking, with a hint of understanding, launches at the target. He hits it, obliterating it completely.


Galvatron: "Yes! That's it!"


As Predaking lets out a triumphant roar, he suddenly jumps up and starts flying going upwards.


Galvatron "I did it! I finally did it! Thank Primus." I transform into my alt mode and fly alongside Predaking


As i fly alongside Predaking i know at this moment i now have a invaluable ally in the first Predacon in a millennia and the strongest.


___


So training Predaking was a experience we went through so many drones and a lot of injured vehicons and my personal high grade energon.


And I've got to tell you seeing Predaking fly for the first time was brilliant until he fell and crashed.

 

[Devastator21]

Within The Sea Of Rust drones patrolled the area surrounding a large research facility a colossal structure stood infront of the research facility something only the most knowledge will know it's name the Omega Lock the key to Cybertron's revival and to repair the damage inflicted upon the world.


One Scientist of unparalleled intelligence is tolling away in his pre fabricated laboratory using everything he has ever learnt to unlock the Omega Lock.


Within Shockwave mind he goes through this new chapter wìthin his life and it all changed when he met him, someone that is everything Shockwave has ever looked for a leader, a intellectual equal one who comprehends and has a love for science to see and unlock the secrets of the universe.


From what Shockwave has observed by analysing Galvatron he far exceeds anyone Shockwave has ever met his vision far exceeds the Great War and he strives for Cybertronian supermancy and to know the secrets of the unknown and he does not doubt Galvatron will get everything he desires for his will is indomitable.


A subtle transformation unfolds within Shockwave, reigniting emotions previously dormant.


Yet, the shadow of the Functionalist councils shadowplay lingers, subtly influencing his emotional landscape but due to Galvatron's meddling the Shadowplay is flattering slowly and within time his emotions will return.


Logic, something Shockwave has always relied upon his entire life broke when encountering Galvatron.


Synthetic energon, a testament to Galvatron's ingenuity, pulses through the veins of the Omega Lock, amplifying its capabilities. The once inert device now throbs with an ethereal vitality, a manifestation of my commitment to expanding Cybertronian achievement.


A meticulously crafted device,created by Shockwave with a small amount of input of Galvatron, hidden within the Omega Lock, masks its activation signature from any Cybertronian outside of Cybertron and it may mask the signature from Unicron.


As Shockwave nears the complete reactivation the culmination of his work he has unlocked the secrets of the ancients and with that knowledge he can improve upon the technological base of the decepticons giving them a advantage against any opponents.


With precision Shockwave initiates a communication link with Galvatron transmitting the message that the Omega Lock stands ready for activation.


[INITIATE COMMUNICATION WITH LORD GALVATRON]

[COMMUNICATION ACCEPTED]

[GALVATRON: SHOCKWAVE IS THE OMEGA LOCK READY]

[SHOCKWAVE: LORD GALVATRON YES THE OMEGA LOCK IS PRIMED AND READY FOR ACTIVATION]

[GALVATRON: GOOD I SHALL BE THEIR IMMEDIATELY AWAIT MY ARRIVAL MY FRIEND]

[SHOCKWAVE:I SHALL AWAIT YOUR ARRIVAL MY FRIEND]

[COMMUNICATIONS CUT]


A faint hum reverberates through the Laboratory as a groundbridge materializes.


Shockwave hears the metallic footstep echoing and then a Galvatron appears.

 

[Devastator21]

I don't think I'll ever get over how beautiful Cybertron is the history of this once great civilization.(Drachen sits on a broken metal structure overlooking Cybertron)


As following my mission i have been retrieving anything of use we have gone through hundreds of city towards Iacon we have retrieved a few stasis pods some contain some Insecticons Shockwave's earlier project before project PBM and Project Predacon we have sent most historical data and the stasis pods to Shockwave's citadel.


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Vehicon Pov:


A group of Vehicons are transporting the cargo towards Commander Shockwave laboratory on the top floor but a unexpected situation occurs with a vehicon and his friends.


Vehicon soldier 1: "You know i can't believe we have to transport this stuff all the way up to the top this stuff is heavy." He complains without lifting anything


Vehicon soldier 2: "Stop complaining we are literally pushing this up you are doing nothing you idiot." The soldier smacks the other on the head with a wrench


A Vehicon watches this while cleaning the entire base Steve he is tired and exhausted and sad until he hears his friends so he quickly checks the coast and sees it's clear and quickly runs to them tripping and cragsing into the cargo making a mess


Vehicon soldier 1 and 2: "Goddammit Steve! if any of this stuff is damaged were dead" they quickly put everything back into it's containers and pick up Steve as well


Steve: "Oh hi guys what are you up too" He says a bit out of it


The other vehicons place the stuff in Shockwave's lab and takes Steve to medical.


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We have encountered increased scraplets hordes and have dealt with them effectively we have stumbled upon old archives and data of ancient cybertronians and the golden age


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Flashback:


Drachen overlooks a operation of cleansing a scraplet horde he has organised the Decepticon force with him surrounding the entrance he has sent a large amount of automated drones to plant explosives within the cave and draw out the remaining scraplets while killing a large amount of them.


Drachen: "Men we are preparing for pest control and we will win and we cannot fail" Drachen's voice oozed confidence that inspired the troops


As soon as the explosives go off a horde of scraplets exit the entrance and lock onto to them the Decepticons and Drachen open fire.


Drachen launches a laser that slices through a couple hundred relieving the pressure off the troops.


Nightburn sends a couple of missiles that hit the scraplets and then the vehicons increase their volley of fire and they won.


Surprisingly due to the precautions and plans made by Drachen they lost no more than five vehicons and fifteen drones.


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It is surprising how ineffective the functionalist council and the old decepticons were compared to now under the creator's leadership.


The dogmatic and corrupt governments of both sides even though they both had somewhat good intentions they failed the functionalist started due to the spacebrigdes shutting down and the rust plague they decided to cut off all communication with the other cybertronian colonies and became isolationist.


To my knowledge even the original thirteen primes were corrupt they left the Predacons to die they made their own factions with each other even though the Fallen killed Solus Prime the others did nothing to stop this the writing was on the walls they could of prevented this.


From my own hypothesis something external must of interfered within cybertronian history from knowing about how the chaos bringer and Primus are real seems to add evidence to my theory.


Maybe their was something before Primus and Unicron or mayhaps i am wrong but i will confided to the creator about this and maybe he can alleviate my worrys.


It is sad that the great war happened even though it was nesscacery for within the secret archives of the functionalist council they planned to do even more to the average cybertronian even though Megatron deviated from his original ideals it was nessacery.


Moving on the creator has initiated plans to start production of the first new decepticon warships, i have also heard and seen video recordings of the creator training by himself and with the new Predacon Predaking if im not mistaken i have seen the creator grow even stronger since the battle with Ultra Magnus's Autobots matching information of Optimus Prime and Megatron during the war but with his rate of improvement he will surpass him the creator is amazing i am lucky to have been created by him.


Nightburn has further impressed me i have put through a message to the creator and Shockwave to upgrade and enhance him i have been able to push off my workload off to Nightburn and he has not faltered he even found more efficient ways to complete the objectives.


The combaticons have been holding and reinforcing the new Decepticon lines Straxus, Radeon and Blaze have also lead engagements into scraplet hordes and demolition work the combaticons also help with their work.


The first new shipyard the creator designed has started production the creator has spent alot of time there im not sure what he is doing but a large portion of the shipyard is being used the clearance level is to high so im not able to see what is going on but a large amount of resources have been sent i can guess the creator is making a personal ship.


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Galvatron Pov:


Galvatron: "Yes Yes it looks perfect" Galvatron laughs looking at the new warship

As soon as Galvatron turns around he hears a explosion and launches him across the shipyard


Galvatron looks up and sees his ship destroyed and half of the shipyard destroyed


Galvatron: "God f*cking dammit why me it's like the world hates me it always finds away to f*ck me over " Galvatron screams in rage not seeing Predaking slowly sneaking away


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Drachen Pov:


Oh it seems the creator's project suffered a accident at least nothing terrible happened.

 

[Devastator21]

Galvatron Pov:


As I enter Shockwave's laboratory within the Sea of Rust, I gaze upon the Omega Lock in awe. 'Finally, it's time to begin; a new era is about to unfold, and I am its master. Take that, Dad. You said I couldn't do anything useful. Look at me now—a conqueror, revolutionary, a hero to my people, and the devil to my enemies.'


I walk forward, making my way toward the Omega Lock, and I feel a pressure set upon me. No, it's not my mind; it's something else.


[SYSTEM STATUS CHECK]

[SYSTEMS RUNNING AT 100% EFFICIENCY]


Huh, interesting. I feel this presence is similar to me yet foreign. It calls to me like a child but also rejects me as if I am pure evil incarnate. As I run through hundreds of calculations, I come upon the answer Primus. He is watching me now. I have no need for gods. I am who I am because I survived and flourished, and no deity will dictate my fate. My destiny is my own.


With that thought, I've decided to stop holding back. My body starts to glow a sickening deep purple. Wow, this feels natural, like moving a limb. I feel strong—so strong it's almost intoxicating until I clamp my mental defenses and stop the whispers of Dark Energon.


I see the shock in Shockwave's frame, and I start slowly pushing back against Primus. My frame creaks, my pedes dig into the ground, and as soon as I think I'm gone, the presence vanishes, leaving me shocked as I fall to the ground.


Shockwave rushes over to me and helps me up.


Shockwave: "My lord, are you alright, and may you explain what happened?" Shockwave says, fussing over me like a concerned mother. I laugh and nod.


Galvatron: "What you felt, my friend, was our creator Primus, and he was not pleased with me, I think, or it was a test. I am not sure, but I am fine, Shockwave. You may question me after I activate the Omega Lock. It is the only thing of importance." I say seriously and pat him on the shoulder and get up.


I continue walking towards the Omega Lock, hoping for the best. As I look towards Shockwave and nod, he activates the live cameras, broadcasting to every single Decepticon to witness this historic moment.


Galvatron: "Decepticons, on this day, we have finally managed to revitalize Cybertron, and you all shall bear witness to Cybertron being reborn anew." I speak this speech as honestly and passionately as I can, as it is the truth, but after this comes the real work.


I hear their cheers and pull a lever, and the Omega Lock begins to glow and pulsate with energy. It looks almost godly. I put my hand on Shockwave's shoulder, and we watch as the energy gathering in the Omega Lock fires out, hitting the floor and the cracks. Everything glows a beautiful aqua green. I hear the loud cheers die down as everyone watches in awe, and as we watch, Cybertron begins to reactivate and heal. The energon mines, once empty and barren due to the war, fill to the brim. Energon lakes begin to flow. Everything in Kaon begins to glow, and everything stops for a few milliseconds, and then they start moving on their own with pure energon and synthetic energon mixing together to make brand new energon that is now filling Cybertron, making everything run smoothly and now running at 400% efficiency—a 300% increase from before.


Galvatron: "None of this would have been possible without you, old friend." I turn to face Shockwave, who is currently standing as still as a statue. He turns to and clasps my forearm. That is all that is said. Our friendship cannot be broken now, and maybe it's time to inform Shockwave of my origins and how I used to be an organic—a human.


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Predaking Pov:


Predaking looks around and pounces on the new energon rock and purrs in satisfaction and devours the new energon, getting instantly hooked. Now he pounces on another energon crystal, then another. This continues until he falls asleep content.


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Decepticon Pov:


Onslaught: "Finally, after eons, Cybertron is alive." Onslaught says, barely holding back tears through pure willpower.


Straxus: "My friend, it is a joyous occasion. Do not be scared to show a few emotions." Straxus says while putting a servo on Onslaught's shoulder.


Blast Off: "Wow, the boss is crying. Well, I don't blame him. This is beautiful." Blast Off says teasingly to Onslaught while not being any better.


Vortex: "Oh man, I can't wait to fly through cities of people again." Vortex says, imagining crowds of people watching him do tricks in the sky.


Blaze: "Me too. I can already imagine it." Blaze looks like a child in a candy store.


Radeon looks happy at Cybertron's revival, but he's bored and gets somewhat happy when he sees Brawl.


Brawl can feel within his body a war is coming, and he's excited.


Brawl sits next to Radeon, and they watch everyone do their thing. They play a game they saw Lord Galvatron play once, something called rock, paper, scissors.


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Drachen Pov:


Drachen watches the creator's broadcast of the resurrection of Cybertron, and as soon as the Omega Lock fires, all of Cybertron glows and makes all nearby monitors and systems crash.


Drachen: "Nightburn, all of our systems are down. We must fix this. It's not acceptable." As soon as Drachen speaks, Nightburn rushes into the room.


Nightburn: "Sir, there's no need to worry. According to Commander Shockwave, this is within acceptable parameters." Nightburn's words ease Drachen's worry.


The systems come back online, and Drachen looks a bit embarrassed and waves Nightburn off.


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Galvatron Pov:


As I finish my explanation to Shockwave about my origins and how I used to be a human.


Shockwave looks contemplative on the information given him and looks at me with determination in his eyes.


Shockwave: "This does not change a thing. You have proven yourself to myself and the Decepticons. Though at least this explains your knowledge of the future." Shockwave's response leaves me dumbfounded. I was expecting something different.


Shockwave: "I see you are confused. Allow me to explain. You may have altered the truth when we first met, but you have saved the Decepticons, and you have saved Cybertron. You are my friend, and you have opened a whole new world of scientific possibilities. Now I must be going to my laboratory."


Galvatron: "Okay, well thank you, my friend."

 

[Devastator21]

Drachen Pov:


The plans the creator showed me do not compare to the real product as the creator calls it he is a architect the new cities and skyscrapers tower over the horizon.


From the ruins of Iacon and the countless cities destroyed in the Great War were dismantled and replaced new cities replaced the destroyed and dilapidated, the cities have been divided into sectors each given a purpose to develop and provide for their fellow cybertronians.


The previous Vehicon factories have been upgraded and now each and every Vehicon that is given life are unique and different but united behind the Decepticon cause the creator because the creator is our God we do not care for Primus or the Great Devour but i do not think the creator would accept this so we keep it hidden.


The foundation of any society must be built strong and with the people kept in mind and I have taken place to insure this is done myself and Onslaught are putting are skills into great use for managing the Empire alongside this the creator has seen fit to allocate five hundred Vehicon's to help us.


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Galvatron Pov:


The sun is setting on the horizon and i look upon the massive construction sites i never really thought about how much more advanced we are compared to my old home it took rome centuries to become the strongest empire of it's time and less than that to fall but me it took less than two years and I've successfully set in the motions and rebuilding of a whole planet whereas before Cybertronians were nearing extinction now we're thriving.


Honestly moving forward i only need to ensure that the proper foundation is put in place for the Decepticon Empire and it has to survive if i were to be missing or gone, i do not want a Palpatine situation or a Emperor of Mankind situation.


But for now everything is going smoothly Shockwave's report on the new projects I've got him working on are going fine and currently it's a waiting game the industrial might i require to expand will take time and effort.


[INCOMING TRANSMISSION ADMIRAL DECEMUS]


[ACCEPT THE CALL]


[DECEMUS: SIR PROJECT STAR IS COMPLETE AND READY FOR TAKE OFF]


[GOOD I'LL BE THERE SHORTLY]


I transform into my jet mode and take off towards the shipyard and if look over the capital and it is beautiful I always knew my love for art would come in handy one day.


(5 Mega-Cycles Later)


I land a bit outside the Shipyard and i take a look around hundreds of warships and jet drones that look similar to the Nemesis but highly more upgraded and improved upon by Shockwave and myself and then i turn to look upon my magnum opus the pinnacle of decepticon engineering the Decimator.


I see Admiral Decimus approach a medium size cybertronian his similar to G1 Onslaught and his body is lean at least as lean as you could get for a robot, made for fast moving combat.


Honestly it's surprisingly he served over most of the major battles in the great war at least in space he was always a advisor and was found on a distant colony world before the great war and was presumed dead by Decepticon High Comand until we found him in cryogenic preservation and with his experience and knowledge of ship's well it was a no brainer to promote him to Adrimal and help build the new decepticon fleet after he swore loyalty and Shockwave installed a few fail-safes and loyalty sub routines.


Decimus: "My Lord the Decimator is complete and we've succeeded to reduce the crew size to just around half a million crew members I've personally instructed and trained them to insure the ship runs smoothly also my lord the construction of the fleet is on schedule i pity any fool who would fight us." Decimus leads me past all the warships under construction i see hundreds being built and in the center is my ship i plan to when we have another world full of rich resources to be turned into a shipyard like Kuat or maybe i won't Shockwave is always there to smack me on the head and tell me when I'm wrong or to do it this way i scan the ship with my optical scanner to give me the brief specs of the ship.


[SCANNING]


[Specifications of the Decimator]


[Dimensions:


Length 35 km


Width 9.0 km


Height 2.5 km]


[Armaments:



1 Supercapital Danium Accelerator (A Super weapon)


50 Heavy Railguns


30 Medium Railguns


150 Light Railguns


110 Heavy Lasers


10 Super Heavy Lasers


10 Super Capital cruise missile bays


30 Cruise missile bays


90 Heavy assault cannons]


[The Decimator has a compliment of 40 thousand troops 250 tanks, 250 troop transport, 25 boarding craft]


Galvatron: "Good work Decimus" i clap my arm around his shoulder i point my other arm out towards the ship "The work done here shall insure our dominance and superiority in space and the galaxy and even never mind make your way towards Shockwave and then Drachen for your order's for the next Stellar-Cycles."


Decimus "Wait my Lord take this" Decimus passes Galvatron a chip "If you put this in your brain module it will give you full access to the Decimator let me get the troops ready for you on the Decimator." Decimus walks off going towards the Decimus while tapping his forearm.


[COMPUTER ANALYSE THE CHIP]


[YES MY LORD]


[ANALYST..... COMPLETE NO HARMFUL VIRUS OR ELEMENTS DETECTED MY LORD]


Good it never hurts to be suspicious well that might just be my paranoia I've inherited Galvatron's and Megatrons's combined paranoia and it doesn't help i know of most threats in this universe and the other's.


I bring the chip towards my helm a slot opens and i insert the chip within my brain module and suddenly my mind is connected to the ship Jesus i feel like i have a hangover.


Okay I'm good now wow i know if i wanted to i could have a small scaled map of the ship anywhere i want in my mind or hand im connected to every system the weapons and controls Jesus this is op.


Alright time to get to work i transform into my jet mode and fly upwards.


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Vehicon Pov:


Forty thousand of us stand at attention just below the entrance and bridge to this ginormous ship and Adrimal Decimus.


Vehicon soldier 1: "Hey do you know why we're here" i tap the other Vehicon next to me he turns "No but Adrimal Decimus is here and that means it's something important this secret project" he waves his hand towards the ship "Which i guess this is and i think we're about to go on deployment" oh that makes sense i wonder who this ship is for and where we're going "Alright thanks man luckily we already packed are stuff right" i bump his shoulder lightly "We don't have anything, we've barely been online for a few Solar-Cycles" oh yeah frak "hahaha come on we have each other and are weapons right" as soon as i see him about to respond something files in from the distance and is coming closer and closer.


Boom smoke fills the area the groaning of metal and as the smoke clears we see Lord Galvatron he stands up starts speaking.


Lord Galvatron: "My fellow cybertronians today we stand on a precipice all that has happened has lead to this from the activation of the Omega Lock the rebuilding of our home" he raises his hands up "We are to embark on a voyage to retrieve something that was lost to us near the end of the Great War" he takes a deep breath i notice the hovering holo recorders probably now on every screen on Cybertron "The All-Spark which was sent by the last of the Primes Optimus Prime near the end of the Great War yes the Great Deceiver is complacent in the loss of new life on Cybertron so today this day shall mark a new era when we return we shall be heroes it may take Solar-Cycles but we no you are help me find any of are lost brethren that have been among the stars and lost Cybertronian colonies so i ask you will you join me i will not force you when we leave some of us may not return it will test us." Oh I'm not missing out on this and i guess the other's have the same idea because i hear chanting 'All hail Lord Galvatron and Aye' "Good you have one Mega-Cycle I'll see you on the ship" Lord Galvatron walks into the ship i turn to my new best friend "hey if we go now we can have the best room" i see him nod and we walk towards the ship and i see everyone doing to same.


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Galvatron Pov:


That went well okay time to go to the bridge and look badass on my throne.


I walk towards the elevator and it speeds towards the bridge it opens and wow it's beautiful it mixes some classic Decepticon engineering and futuristic earth tech like Star War's ah there it is i walk towards my throne and sit on it yup that's the life a extremely comfortable chair.


I close my optics and start powering up the ship while warming the weapons and engines i was right it's going to take a hour for it to be at 100% and as soon as the Decimator takes off it's never going to have to set down again it's powered by some miniature suns and a blackhole a small blackhole which feeds the shields and weapons well some of them.


I start plotting the fastest and quickest course to Theta Scorpii and then input some secret locations where maybe some decepticons are if they followed order's but knowing this universes decepticons aren't really loyal but if they've stayed they will join or die for their bodies to be used for the new decepticons.


Okay with the engine's running at 100% it will only take 2 months which isn't bad and that's at sub light wait until i got the hyperspace routes made and the spacebrigdes travel time will only be seconds but for now with the ship i can map out some hyperspace routes starting from Cybertron to the rest of this universe with Shockwave implementing some Star War's tech is not hard it's just finding it's local equivalent in this universe.



All roads lead to Rome and now all roads will lead to Cybertron.


(One Mega-Cycle later)


[All crew members are ready my Lord]


Good it's time for take off i nod at the vehicon in the room and they start the take off sequence, could i do it myself yes would it be easier yes but what would happen if I'm incapacitated and only i know how to fly the ship so it's good for the vehicons to get used to the ship and it's controls.


I look through the windows on the bridge and see us flying upwards towards space and i see Cybertron getting smaller and smaller it's beautiful seeing stars you know as a human whenever i looked to space i knew i would never be able to see it in my lifetime but now i can i will see everything and even the multiverse the possibilities seemed endless as i relax into my chair and look into the endless abyss of space i can see why Vader enjoyed looking out into space it's peaceful and calming.

 

[Devastator21]

Vehicon Pov:


Two vehicons are seen walking throughout the large corridors of the Decimator noticing guards patrolling each and every nock and crany of this ginormous ship.


Jeice the Vehicon from the previous chapter)"Wow look at this place it's a fortress."Jeice waves his hand around and waves at his best friend (Burter the other Vehicon from the last chapter) and quickly jogs towards him and Burter sighs and quickly tries to run away but is stopped by Jeice "Heya mate it's been a been a couple of Orbital-Cycles since we left Cybertron I'm so excited imagine all the things we could see" Burter looks at Jeice and responds "Jeice this isn't a luxury cruise this is the mission the most important mission of are entire lifes don't lose focus of that and always stay on guard." Burter emphasises this point by poking Jeice in the chest a couple of times, Jeice looks at him with a pout or as close as a pout a vehicon can do "Come on mate i know that but you have to have come on you can leave guard duty for a little bit and join me and the boy's in the training room we think Lord Galvatron is coming and it's always a treat to watch the poor fool's that try to beat him." Jeice looks at Burter pleadingly and after a few moments Burter sighs and nods "Fine it's not like anything bad could happen" as they start walking towards the training room Jeice squeals and grabs Burter and drags him down the corridor.


(1 Mega-Cycle later)


Burter and Jeice are standing in the crowded training room that looks like a gladiatorial arena and they see heavy vehicon's flying in all directions and they see Lord Galvatron instructing a handful of vehicons "No no no you got it wrong copy what I'm doing move the right arm with the elbow to the right then use the left to grab the other's helm and smash it into your knee if you have a blade or any weapon you can incorporate it into these movements this is the building blocks of what i call CQC close quarters combat what i am teaching you is one of the best way's to incapacitate a enemy now practice between yourselves and when you go to your bunks think of way's to incorporate CQC in battle and write me a 500 word essay on the principles of CQC." We see them nod and practice.


Jeice taps Burter's arm and looks at him with a smug expression "See i told you mate Lord Galvatron has been teaching all of us and look how badass it was." Burter nods "Fine i agree do you want to practice this as well." Jeice looks surprised and nods, as they go off to practice and learn CQC we see thousands practicing and learning CQC.


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Galvatron Pov:


So it's been a month since we left Cybertron and my paranoia has been increasingly pounding by brain like a jackhammer going off while having a hangover, it's been too quiet nothing of importance has happened no threats no one not even the Galactic Council organic rodents whenever we even get close to there systems they run and use some bastardised space bridge technology that they probably got from one of the many colonies of Cybertron that was probably wiped out due to the Rust Plague i know their planning something i know for a fact that the only threats to me out here are the rouge Decepticon factions that splintered off from Megatron but i doubt the organic vermin could convince them to attack this ship.


Oh goddammit I'm using common sense for the Decepticons and with what I've managed to get from old decepticon files from the great war the Decepticon Justice Division may exist there were rumours of them during the Great War and possibly Overlord that mad bastard.


I've got to prepare even if they don't exist i can't let the possibility of them destroying everything I've built Tarn won't join me and i don't need him i have Drachen my perfect little boy but Overlord i don't need him alive but getting him back to Shockwave to improve the PBM'S and then start the transition of all vehicon's to PBM'S yes yes that's brilliant, I'm drawn out of my thoughts by a vehicon nervously trying to get my attention "Sir you need to see this, a fleet of unknown warships have entered the system and are approaching rapidly." He points to a holographic display, ok 45 ship's of different sizes and makes those goddamm "Filthy Galactic Council of organic filth, soilder open communications and get ready for battle." The vehicon snaps a crisp salute "Yes my lord." And gets to work.


I sit upright and wait a couple of seconds before my holographic display shows a disgusting alien looks like if a predator and a klingon had a child as i wait for him to speak i quickly use the inbuilt scanners on the ship to identify any weakness i hear a cough "This is Adrimal Yagi You are not welcome here Cybertronian you will leave this space or you will be destroyed." He smirks "And it will be a shame to see your race fall into extinction the once mighty Cybertronian's fall like the dog's that are." Hahaha so arrogant as they always are i look into Yagi's eye's my red optics blaze with the fury of a thousand suns as i signal to open fire "You believed we were gone,while you grew weak and stagnant we grew stronger you believed we were weak but now we have returned the Decepticon Empire is back and you are dust." As i see the Adrimal ingulf in flames i signal to have what i said and what's happening broadcast on every communication and holo screens in their Council the rest of the fleet get systematically destroyed their screams fills the lines i can almost taste their agony but i see a couple of ships attempt to leave not on my watch "Soldier activate the Interdiction field they will not leave here alive." I see the soldier nod, good now they won't attack Cybertron or me.


As i see the stragglers get picked off i sit back and let a smile grow on my face now I've announced my presence to the galaxy and now the game's afoot.


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The Nemesis Warship Location Earth:


As the Decepticons are awaiting Megatron's return from deep space many have been bored and one lucky or unlucky vehicon picks up a transmission from the other side of the galaxy he quickly runs to Starscream who is currently standing on the bridge of the Nemesis attempting to copy Lord Megatron's pose is interrupted by a vehicon.


"Commander Starscream I've caught a transmission from the Galactic Council you need to hear this sir." As he plays it Starscream's face grows more and more shocked and terrified as the message ends Starscream looks at the vehicon "Who else has seen this" the vehicon looks confused but answers "Only me sir i thought it be prudent to alert you first." Starscream nods and puts a hand on his shoulder "Good we don't need hysteria to take the ship good work soilder I'll remember you." The vehicon looks happy until the end as he goes to question he feels a sharp pain in his chest he looks down and sees Starscream talon like hand in his chest blue energon dripping it hitting the floor "W...hy" the vehicon falls limp the light fading out, Starscream rips his hand out and quickly wipes his hand on the vehicons body and smirks "Because when Lord Megatron returns i will be greatly rewarded and i can't share credit with a vehicon think of my reputation." As Starscream walks away, he doesn't notice Soundwave who recorded the entire thing.

 

[Devastator21]

Drachen Pov:


As Drachen is sitting at his desk sending orders from his terminal Lord Galvatron has sent plans for everyone to learn this new style of combat Drachen personally has enjoyed this new style the elegance and simplicity of it well at least for him is brilliant.


Vehicon's and PBM'S that excel in this training are to be given and instructed on more advanced training and be given every experimental upgrades and be made into a special operations unit to be used in any mission that can not be taken by the main army.


Drachen laments that nothing interesting has happened minus a few moments watching Straxus and Onslaughts group and their antics but no Autobots or Scraplets nothing but that is good because it helps the creator and his plan's and that fulfils Drachen.


Drachen's workload has increased by one hundred fold no wonder the creator or Shockwave wanted to deal with this but as the building of any great Empire is lit by the flames of lesser men if that's how it went the creator is amazing.


(1 Mega-Cycle later)


Drachen doges a blow from Onslaught and repeatedly dodges moving faster rolling out the way until he's kicked a few feet away. "Come on put up a fight show me this Cqc is worth it actually if you win I'll give you my high grade energon." Drachen staggers up a energon mace's really hit hard "Sure hope you're ready to learn how much better Cqc is." Onslaught says nothing and rushes and tries a feint swinging the mace upwards Drachen grabs Onslaughts arm and flips him over and holds him in a full body lock Onslaught uses and small taser in his shoulder to shock Drachen "Ha that Cqc is pretty fancy but never try something you just learned on the battlefield." Drachen rolls out of the way before Onslaughts mace smashes into him Drachen sweeps his legs and holds his short combat knife at his neck Onslaught nods "Fine you win." As they both get up Drachen looks back at Onslaught and says "You're not suited to a mace you should go for a warhammer you over extend when you swing and you should get a small energon blade but now pay up and I'll be right here watching you learn Cqc." Onslaught looks at him with a deadpan expression before throwing five cubes of high grade energon from his hammerspace and gets to work watching Drachen drink his high grade smugly.


(5 Mega-Cycles later)


A knock at Drachen's door draws him out of his work "Come in." The door slides open Nightburn comes in "Sir there's a situation." Huh Drachen gets up and walks with Nightburn towards the holo table "What's happened Nightburn." Nightburn plays the transmission that Galvatron sent to the Galactic Council, "Contact Shockwave inform him of the situation I'm going to get Onslaught." Nightburn nods and runs towards the communication terminal and Drachen turns to get Onslaught.


Drachen finds Onslaught talking to a few vehicon's but notices Drachen and his optic pulsated and loses his cheery nature and sends the vehicons away. "Drachen what's the situation." Drachen shows him the transmission "We await Shockwave's orders but stay on standby." Onslaught nods and walks towards the main command room "Creator i wonder how everything will change now for better or worse we have entered the stage, i think those movies the creator made me watch is making me more dramatic."

 

[Devastator21]

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The camera flies through the thriving metropolis and zooms in on Shockwave, who is currently standing and overlooking twenty holographic monitors. Each monitor displays statistics, graphs, and the progress of several named projects.


Shockwave turns his head and speaks, "Shockwave's log 001. Projects Devastator, Revitalisation, Ancients, and [REDACTED]. Project Devastator is nearly complete. It is a superweapon unlike any seen before—a ship equipped with an array of twenty-eight powered lasers capable of destroying an entire solar system. Testing is still required to determine its effectiveness against the Great Devourer. Adjustments are needed to control output and accuracy."


Shockwave pulls up the relevant information and presents it to the camera droid (the PS2 Decepticon droid ball).


"Project Ancients is progressing as planned alongside Project Revitalisation. All technology left by either the Primes or others is being extensively researched and decoded. The process of learning and utilizing it has been difficult. It seems there is an ancient encoded scanner to check a person's authenticity. The hypothesis is that the touch of a Prime awakens the technology and artifacts. According to Lord Galvatron, Drachen has been tasked with finding the graves of the Primes, which are to be brought here for assimilation. Until then, Project Ancients is on standby awaiting the necessary equipment."


Shockwave waves his hand, summoning his chair. He sits and rests his head upon his hand while the relevant information pertaining to the topic is shown.


"Project Revitalisation is proceeding according to plan. The revitalisation of Cybertron is nearly complete. Drachen has made excellent progress. All former capitals and metropolises of Cybertron have been scrapped. New rivers and oceans of new energon are taking their place. The new cities are completed, each given their purpose, and now 80% of Cybertron has been excavated and explored. By the time Lord Galvatron returns, Project Revitalisation will be near completion. Lord Galvatron will be pleased."


Shockwave's optic narrows as he presses a button that closes the entire laboratory, reroutes alternate power, and cuts all communication. If necessary, the entire laboratory and tower can explode to prevent information leaks.


"Project Dimensional Transversal is mine and Lord Galvatron's personal project. I have always theorized the existence of the multiverse, but having it confirmed is both enlightening and terrifying. Lord Galvatron has shown and explained multiple ways of traversal—a blue box called a TARDIS, which uses ingenious 12th-dimensional engineering. I must have it. There is also a green liquid called portal fluid. While unoriginal and crass, it is ingenious. Now I understand why my lord possesses extreme paranoia. There are names of creatures I dare not mention for fear of our safety, as they can hear everything and enter your universe if you speak their names. The project is progressing slowly, but with Lord Galvatron's assistance, we have advanced 10%. This is unacceptable. Hopefully, the progress of Projects Ancients and Revitalisation will assist, allowing more resources to be allocated. The knowledge from only 10% has advanced most of my personal research by thousands of years. However, at the current pace, Project Dimensional Transversal will require a large amount of time and resources, but this falls within acceptable parameters."


Shockwave presses the button again, and everything returns to normal. Shockwave contemplates before getting up and moving to a hidden chamber within his laboratory. He approaches a glass object and wipes away the fog to reveal another Shockwave inside. "Yes, it would be logical to build another one of myself. This is not a clone but an extension of myself. A hive mind will be established when S.2 is released, so I will be in control of it as well."


A beeping distracts Shockwave. He answers it and sees Drachen's right-hand, Nightburn. "Lord Shockwave, we've picked up a transmission. It's Lord Galvatron, sir. He engaged the Galactic Council and sent a message to them." Shockwave nods. "Play it." As Shockwave listens, he grows slightly concerned. "Prepare all defenses and have the armada set a defensive position all around Cybertron. Prepare for war." Nightburn salutes and nods. "Yes, sir." The communication cuts. Shockwave knew this was a possibility and now has to enact the contingency plans.


"My Lord, you could have at least informed me of this." Shockwave shakes his head and gets to work.


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Drachen's POV:


As Drachen gazes at Nightburn, he nods and a red alert is sent across the planet. The new armada, under the command of Admiral Decimus, is seen flying out of the shipyards and dispersing across Cybertron.


Drachen turns to Onslaught. "Stay on alert and get the army ready, but keep all projects ongoing. We will await Lord Galvatron's return before starting the offensive." Onslaught nods. "Don't worry about the Galactic Council. You have nothing to fear. I'm more concerned about Megatron and the other Decepticon splinter groups. But with what we have, there's nothing to worry about." Drachen looks concerned before brushing it off and continues working at his desk.


"You were close to most Decepticons during the Great War. Go command the army and work on plans to incapacitate them if they come here. You have personal command of all PBMs that are available. I'll continue work here." Onslaught nods and leaves.

 

[Devastator21]

Galvatron Pov:



As I sit on my throne and go through the essays I had the Vehicons write, I am pleasantly surprised that the Vehicons have improved this much compared to previously. This is most excellent news, for as they improve, so does my empire.



I sense it as soon as we enter the system, I feel it, I rise from my throne, and the vehicons all look at me in concern, but one vehicon quickly looks at me urgently. "My lord, we have arrived at the All-Sparks location, but due to the large amount of asteroids and debris, it would be unwise to continue forward as we might damage the All-Spark." I nod, of course I would have to get it like Prime did, I pat the Vehicon who looks a bit scared, I laugh, "Do not worry, you have proved yourself well equipped with your new position."



The Vehicon looks confused "My new position, my Lord." My mouth forms a smile. "Yes, Captain, you are now in charge of the Decimator until I return."



Before the Captain could process the information and respond, I was already gone, making my way to the hangar bay. I pass Vehicons by the dozen, and I smirk. That was pretty funny. As I near my destination, I see a squadron of seeker Vehicons waiting for me.



As they notice me, they quickly salute and make their way to me, "My lord, we are here to accompany you to retrieve the All-Spark." I smirk, I guess this is what happens when everyone is fanatically loyal "That will not be needed, only I can make the journey, and you are all needed to ensure the safety of the Decimator." The Vehicon seeker looks unwilling but nods in acceptance. Good, it would be unwise; they wouldn't survive the journey. I transform into my jet mode and take off.



This is my first time flying through space, it's peaceful besides the asteroids and pulsing energy of the All-Spark and by god, it's annoying. It was worse when Primus decided to judge me and put a fraction of his power on me.



But no, the All-Spark seems determined to kill me, due to the All-Spark being a part of Primus but not connected due to the Great War. I imagine it thought me an abomination due to Unicron having a part in my creation, a pulse of energy hits me and sends me flying into an asteroid.



[STRUCTURAL DAMAGE DETECTED]



Yes, I f*cking know it's painful, I transform again and fly directly towards the All-Spark and utilise some slight Dark Energon manipulation to bear the brunt of the damage and after flying for a few minutes at maximum speed.



I see it and I transform and grab the All-Spark and it stops trying to erase me, I feel a familiar presence again and then it vanishes as I take a few moments to let my natural healing systems to fix any damage and I sigh as the pain of what I imagine being thrown into a sun is gone.



"F*ck you Primus." I sigh and fly back towards the ship and wait. Was that an explosion? Wtf.

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Captain of the Decimator Pov:



As I finally sit on Lord Galvatron's throne, and by Primus, this is amazing, I quickly get to work and I pick up a fleet, enter the system, and quickly scan them with the Decimator.



[ANALYSE COMPLETE SHIPS OF DECEPTICON ORIGIN]



Oh, that's not good. I quickly scramble to order everyone to arm the ship for combat.



"Get ready for battle." The Vehicon's surrounding me get to work.



I quickly make use of the ship's communication table to open communications with the ship, and I see a figure similar to Commander Drachen, but as he speaks, I lose any hope that it is Commander Drachen.



"Unknown Decepticon vessel, my name is Tarn, head of the Decepticon Justice Division, and you are in violation of our true Lord and Master, Lord Megatron. You have one chance of surrender before we decimate your ship." I quickly respond.



"You serve the Great Deceiver. You have one chance to join us and our Lord Galvatron, but you will not receive another." My voice echoes, and soon Tarn looks at me with barely disguised hatred and cuts the feed. I turn to look at the Vehicons surrounding me and nod, and we open fire upon the fleet of Tarn, decimating a few ships in the first volley. I link to the speakers on the ship.



"Today, our unjust and misjudged brethren of the Great Deceiver are here to stop our righteous mission. We must win against them for Lord Galvatron."



I hear the hangers open and hundreds of seeker Vehicons and drones fly out and engage the enemy the fleet attempts to fire at the Decimator but no damage is inflicted until a massive ship drives into the Decimator a massive explosion engulfs the tip of the ship for a few moments the enemy fleet fires volleys at the ship attempting to exploit the supposed weakness.



Until a massive laser pierces a few ships, their optics show no damage is seen upon the Decimator, minus a few superficial damages.



"Open fire. Unleash everything. We must not fail, Lord Galvatron." Everyone nods, and thousands of missiles fly from the Decimator and decimate the fleet until a small ship crashes on the hull of the Decimator. Tarn exits the ruins and makes a beeline towards the bridge.

Until a purple object crashes into him.

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Lord Galvatron Pov:



I quickly survey the battle and notice, wait a minute, is that Tarn? I put the All-Spark in my hammerspace and fly into Tarn.



I transform and grab Tarn by his face and smash his face into the hull of the ship. "YOU DARE." I pick him up and drag him to my face. "You're a disappointment, Glitch." Tarn looks shocked and terrified as I rip his Decepticon mask off his face "Lord Megatron?" Tarn looks at Galvatron, confused.



I see the DJD running towards us; I point my cannon at Helex, and the blast tears through him. I then see a turbo fox lunge towards me; I draw my sword and impale the creature. Oh, that was Vos. I hear a scream and see Kaon... cry. i throw Tarn at him.



And I quickly block an attack with my sword from Tesarus I roll out of the way before he tries to pull me towards his blades in his chest i quickly formulate a plan, I coat my sword with Dark Energon and plunge the sword into Tesarus "You are no longer Scissorsaw, now die Tesarus." Lines start appearing throughout his body, and I feel the energy flowing through me from him. By the time I pull the sword out, Tesarus turns to dust.



Wtf? Ahh, never mind, I'll deal with it later. I turn to see a small bot tending to Kaon and Tarn. I quickly blast the insect and march towards them.



I wonder what they see. Do they see Megatron or a monster that tore through their ranks, with the backdrop being a war zone? I wonder how the ship's cameras are getting this because imagine a propaganda piece.



Tarn or Glitch now looks at me in fear and confusion. I see him on his knees "Why, my Lord, I am loyal to you and the Decepticon cause." I see Kaon draw a blade, and I catch him when he lunges towards me. As I hold Kaon's face in my hand, I turn to Tarn. "You are a failure, and I have no need of you, Glitch. I have a new tool now." I crush Kaon's head, and I see Tarn slump. I charge my fusion cannon to max and blast him, leaving nothing behind.



I turn to look upon the battle. Explosives reign in the sky. I link with the ship, and my super weapon fires upon the last capital ship and the rest of the smaller ships. A few moments later, the rest of the ship explodes in a chain reaction.



As I turn to leave and enter the Decimator my foot hits Tarn's mask his legacy and devotion to the Decepticon cause and Megatron, I pick up the mask and put it in my hammerspace while taking the All-Spark out, oh thank Primus it was bloody awful to have it near my spark I start planning a course to Cybertron while priming the engines and activating the hyperdrive I then start walking towards the bridge.

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The Captain of the Decimator Pov:



As we all see Lord Galvatron decimate the enemy, we stand in awe until cheers and 'All hail Lord Galvatron' ring across the ship as Lord Galvatron enters the ship, we all bellow out in cheer as he raises the mythical and legendary All-Spark in the air, then Lord Galvatron speaks.



"We have won, we've won against all odds, we have defeated the Great Deceivers' fleet, and we crushed them beneath our heel, and now we must make quick haste back to Cybertron to ensure the All-Spark is delivered safely."



We all cheer and nod, and the ship enters hyperspace, a new invention to get rid of our reliance on space bridges and to ensure quick and secure travel.

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Lord Galvatron Pov:



Good, I wonder how Cybertron is if my speech reached even the stragglers of Megatron's Decepticons. I wonder who attacked Cybertron god; I hope it's the organic vermin.



A/N

So we've had our battle, and of course, we won, but now Galvatron has proven his worth again and has some prime material for a propaganda movie and pieces; tell me what you guys think and speculate on who will attack Cybertron.

 

[Devastator21]

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Admiral Asmodeus's POV:


"Those disgusting Cybertronians think they can get away with this? NO! I refuse!" My words erupted, reverberating through the command center of the Helios Arc like a hammer striking an anvil. The metallic walls seemed to absorb the declaration, amplifying it as if the ship itself shared my fury.


I spun around, letting my gaze sweep across my crew. They stood frozen, the tension palpable. Their expressions—a mix of fear and unwavering resolve—reflected exactly what I needed. Good. Their fear would temper their loyalty, and their resolve would fuel our mission.


"Captain," I snapped, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade, "signal the fleet. We set course for Cybertron. We will burn their homeworld to ash."


My Captain saluted, his eyes gleaming with determination as he turned to relay my orders. Across the void, our fleet began to stir. Ships realigned, engines hummed to life, and weapons powered up. The final remnants of resistance in this sector would soon be nothing but smoldering wreckage.


But then, a tremor of hesitation broke the air.


"Sir," one of my crew members said, his voice shaking. He stood stiffly, his eyes darting to his comrades for support. "Shouldn't we first contact the Council and get permission? If we leave this sector undefended—"


The rest of his words were drowned by the silence that followed. An uncomfortable stillness settled over the room as I turned my full attention to him. I could feel the doubt spreading, infecting the crew like a sickness.


My scowl deepened, and I took a step forward. "You wish to let those vermin live another cycle?" My voice was a low growl, carrying the weight of my disdain. "They have already scorched countless worlds in their civil war. And you think we should waste precious time in bureaucratic dithering? You think the Council's approval will save you when the Cybertronians come for your families?"


I let the question hang, my eyes boring into his. Around me, the other crew members shifted uncomfortably, their earlier doubt dissolving under my glare. "Now," I continued, "I ask you this: will you follow my orders, or will you let cowardice rot our ranks?"


"YES, SIR!" The response came like thunder, a unified cry that swept away the last traces of hesitation. The crew returned to their stations with renewed focus, their resolve sharpened by my words.


With a grim satisfaction, I activated my neural implant, sending a direct message to the Galactic Security Bureau: Monitor the ranks. Dissent will not be tolerated. I would not allow the Council—or anyone else—to undermine this campaign.


As the Helios Arc surged into warp space, stars stretched into streaks of light outside the viewport. My heart burned with a familiar, insatiable hunger. This was no mere campaign; this was vengeance. My homeworld had suffered too long, and now, I would see Cybertron reduced to ashes.


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Galvatron's POV:


In the shadowed depths of my quarters aboard the Decimator, I sat hunched over the All-Spark. Its luminescent energy pulsed in rhythmic waves, casting faint shadows that danced across the room's metallic surfaces. This artifact, the lifeblood of Cybertron, was both a relic and a key—a gateway to untold power.


I reached out, letting my fingers hover just above its surface. Its energy seemed to resonate with my presence, as if recognizing the authority I held. To harness its potential fully, I would need time—and precision. With Shockwave's help, I could unlock its secrets, replicate its function, and breathe life into Cybertronians scattered across the stars.


A sharp knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. I activated the external feed, and my Captain's image appeared, standing stiffly outside. His metallic blue trim, a recent upgrade, glinted under the corridor lights.


"Enter," I said, my voice calm yet commanding.


The door hissed open, and the Captain stepped inside, kneeling immediately. His posture reflected respect, though his hesitation betrayed unease.


"My lord," he began, his optics darting briefly to the All-Spark before returning to me. "I wish to voice a concern."


I raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly. "Speak."


He hesitated, clearly weighing his words. "With the All-Spark secured and our defenses strong, is it wise to provoke the Galactic Council? War could spread us thin."


A faint smile touched my lips—a mixture of amusement and disdain. "You question me, Captain?" I rose to my full height, towering over him.


His optics flickered nervously, but he didn't falter. "Only out of loyalty, my lord. I mean no disrespect."


"Very well," I said, my tone softening slightly. "But understand this: war is the crucible in which we are tested. If the Council seeks to challenge us, we will not falter. Cybertron's future will be forged in the fires of conflict, not coddled by me I can not always be here ."


To emphasize my point, I allowed a tendril of Dark Energon to seep into the room, its faint glow casting an eerie light. The Captain shuddered, his resolve wavering under its influence.


"Your concerns are noted," I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "And appreciated. But remember, Captain: doubt is a luxury we cannot afford."


He bowed low. "Understood, my lord. Forgive my hesitation."


As he left, I returned to the All-Spark, my thoughts turning inward. The Dark Energon pulsing through me was unlike anything I had ever wielded it was new not off Primus or Unicron but born from them. It was raw, unyielding, and wholly mine. Soon, I would master it completely.


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Location: Cybertron—Admiral Asmodeus's POV


Cybertron loomed ahead, a vast metallic sphere scarred by centuries of war. From the bridge of the Helios Arc, I stared at the planet, my hatred simmering beneath the surface. "Cybertron," I muttered, my voice low and venomous. "A monument to their arrogance. Today, it falls."


"Sir," my Captain reported, his voice tight with anticipation. "All ships are in position."


"Then let us begin." My command was calm, deliberate, and absolute. "Signal the fleet: full assault. Not one Cybertronian survives this day."


The void erupted into chaos as the fleet surged forward. Missiles streaked across the blackness, colliding with the faint shimmer of Cybertron's defensive grid. Energy beams cut through space, illuminating the battlefield in flashes of fire and light.


"Destroy their space station," I ordered, my voice steady amidst the chaos. "Tear down their defenses. Break their pride."


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Location: Cybertron—Decepticon Station Drachen's POV:


"Raise the shields! All weapons, open fire!" My voice thundered across the station's command deck, echoing with authority. The Galactic Council's fleet bore down on us, their relentless assault battering our defenses. But we would not yield.


"We cannot allow them to breach Cybertron," I growled, turning to my crew. "Our world's survival depends on this station!"


Around me, my subordinates moved with precision, their movements a reflection of the discipline instilled by Lord Galvatron. The station's massive plasma cannons roared to life, beams of crimson energy tearing into the Council's ships. Explosions lit the void as their vanguard disintegrated under our counterattack.


"FOR LORD GALVATRON!" The cry rose across the deck, filling me with renewed determination.


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Location: Cybertron—Admiral Asmodeus's POV


"Damn them!" I hissed, watching as the initial wave of our assault failed to break through the Decepticon station's defenses. The holographic display before me showed our fleet faltering, their formation splintering under the enemy's fire.


"Increase firepower!" I barked, slamming my fist against the console. "Focus everything on their shields. We must break through!"


The realization hit me like a cold blade: a direct assault wouldn't be enough. The Decepticons were too entrenched, their defenses too well-coordinated. I needed a new strategy.


"Prepare a pincer maneuver," I commanded. "Divide the fleet. We'll strike from both flanks simultaneously. Give them no time to regroup!"


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Location: Cybertron—Drachen's POV


"They're splitting their forces," I muttered, my optics narrowing as the enemy's new strategy unfolded on the tactical display. A low growl rumbled deep within my chassis. "Clever. But not clever enough."


"Reinforcements to the flanks!" I barked, turning to my communications officer. "And alert Onslaught. We need the Combaticons in position now!"


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Ground Assault on Cybertron—Admiral Asmodeus's POV:


"Now, push to the surface!" I commanded, my voice carrying the weight of inevitability. "We will finish them on their wretched homeworld. Prepare for ground assault!"


The first wave of our forces descended, their drop pods slamming into Cybertron's scarred surface with thunderous impacts. The landscape was a grim testament to millennia of war—jagged spires of metal rose from the ground like skeletal remains, and craters littered the terrain.


"Advance!" I ordered, leading my elite squad forward. The sound of combat surrounded us—gunfire, explosions, and the screech of metal against metal as we engaged the enemy.


But the Decepticons were ready.


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Ground Assault on Cybertron—Decepticon Counterattack (Bruticus's POV)


"Combaticons, merge!" Onslaught's command was a roar that carried across the battlefield. In an instant, my components fused together, their individual consciousnesses becoming one. I was Bruticus, the embodiment of Decepticon might.


"Decepticons, rally to me!" My voice boomed as I charged into the fray, my massive fists slamming into the enemy's tanks, crushing them like insects. Energy blasts ricocheted off my armor, barely leaving a scratch.


The Galactic Council's forces swarmed like ants, but their numbers meant nothing. I was an unstoppable force, and they would break against me.


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Location - Command Center Kaon Shockwave Pov:


The battle raged on, the tide shifting as Shockwave activated Cybertron's ancient defenses. Hidden turrets emerged from the ground, firing beams of energy that tore through the enemy's ranks. Mines buried deep within the metallic terrain detonated, creating seismic shockwaves that sent their forces reeling.


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Admiral Asmodeus's POV:


"Sir!" my communications officer cried out, her voice trembling. "Sensors are picking up… something massive!"


"What do you mean massive?" I snapped, my patience wearing thin.


The officer's face was pale as she replied. "It's… it's a ship, sir. Unlike anything we've encountered."


Before I could respond, the viewport darkened, a colossal shadow blotting out the stars.


The Decimator had arrived.


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The Decimator's POV (Galvatron's Arrival)


"Now," I said, my voice calm yet resonating with power, "witness your doom."


The Decimator's supercapital weapon fired, a beam of violet energy that tore through the Galactic Council's fleet. Ships disintegrated in its wake, their debris scattering like ash on the wind.


I opened a channel to all frequencies. "You dared challenge the might of Cybertron. Now, you will learn the price of your arrogance."


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Location - Decepticon Command Station Drachen Pov:


I stood firmly at the command center of the station, there was a shift in the atmosphere. Asmodeus's flagship had thundered into action with the ferocity of a storm, but even with the tides turning against us, I knew the creator's arrival would reshape the entire confrontation.


"Creator, with the Decimator, we will ensure total victory," I addressed the comms with certainty, voice a mix of fatigue and newfound energy. "We're pushing the Galactic Council fleet back, but with you, we will claim our triumph."


"I am prepared to see this through, Drachen," Galvatron replied, my voice solid and unwavering. "Prepare for our final push. We will annihilate the remnants of their forces. Leave no survivors."


My optics ignited with resolve as I acknowledged my orders and responded. "Understood, my lord. The fleet stands ready for your orders."


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The battle was over. The Galactic Council's forces lay in ruins, their fleet shattered, and their survivors scattered. From the bridge of the Decimator, I gazed down at Cybertron, a faint smile touching my lips.


"Fellow Decepticons," I said, my voice echoing across every comm channel. "We have been unjustly attacked by the Galactic Council, but we have endured! We have stood strong! Each and every one of you has made me proud! Cybertron stands unwavering—look at how they flee! Will we remain idle while they regroup? NO! We will annihilate them! We shall make them pay for their trespasses! LET THE GALAXY BURN FOR THE DECEPTICONS AND FOR CYBERTRON!"


The cheers of my warriors filled the comms, a symphony of defiance and triumph.


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A/N

I really want to write a Nemesis Prime story and a Shattered Glass Optimus Prime story but I'll hold off on those for now.

 

[Devastator21]

It wasn't the call of a leader or the stirring words of a great warlord that brought Thunderblast speeding through the void. It was sheer happenstance—or perhaps fate. She had been adrift for cycles, flitting from star system to star system in search of something. Or someone.



Her scanners had picked up fragmented transmissions by chance: Cybertron restored, a powerful leader risen, and whispers of a name that sent shivers through her circuits.



"Galvatron," she murmured, her tone reverent yet giddy. Her sleek speedboat alt-mode hummed with energy as she shifted course, the star charts lighting up with her new destination. "The greatest leader in Cybertron's history... and the only one worthy of me."



Her optics glimmered with a fervent, almost manic intensity. She wasn't just coming to serve him. No, her purpose was far greater. She imagined herself by his side, assisting his conquests, and—perhaps, in time—earning a place in his spark. The mere thought made her throttle up, pushing her engines to their limit.



The sight of Cybertron nearly made her spark burst. The planet gleamed, its surface unmarred by the scars of war she remembered. Towers of metal rose into the sky, and streams of energy coursed through the rebuilt cities.



"Perfect," she whispered, her alt-mode transforming into her lithe robot frame. "He's done it. He's truly brought Cybertron back."



She landed gracefully in a bustling plaza, her optics scanning the scene. Vehicons moved in precise formations, their gleaming frames a testament to the planet's restoration. The air buzzed with energy, and everywhere she looked, there was purpose and order.



But her focus was singular. "Where is he?" she muttered, her claws flexing with barely contained excitement. "Where's my Galvatron?"



Her optics caught sight of two imposing figures near a massive courtyard. One, dark and gold, exuded a commanding presence—Drachen. Beside him stood a tall, stoic figure with a single glowing optic—Shockwave. Thunderblast's lips curled into a sharp smile. They would lead her to him.



As she approached, her pace quickened, her optics gleaming with excitement. Drachen and Shockwave turned simultaneously, their gazes locking onto her.



"Who is this?" Drachen asked, his tone even but with a faint hint of annoyance.



Thunderblast came to a halt, straightening herself and giving a mock bow. "Thunderblast. I've come to pledge myself to Galvatron."



Shockwave's optic flickered slightly. "And how did you come to this decision?" he asked, his voice cold and analytical.



"Oh, I overheard a little chatter," she said, waving a clawed hand dismissively. "Cybertron restored, a mighty leader rising to power... It was obvious I needed to be here. Galvatron is everything the Decepticons need. Everything I need."



Drachen raised a brow plate, exchanging a glance with Shockwave. "You're... eager," he said, his tone guarded.



"Eager doesn't begin to cover it," Thunderblast said, her voice laced with fervor. She stepped closer, her claws twitching. "He's the strongest, the smartest, the most incredible leader Cybertron's ever seen. I'll do anything to prove myself to him. Anything."



Shockwave tilted his head slightly. "This level of... devotion is abnormal. Perhaps even counterproductive."



"Oh, you'll see," she said, her optics gleaming. "I'm exactly what he needs."



Drachen crossed his arms. "Right. Well, he's in the courtyard. Let's see how this goes."



As they stepped into the courtyard, Thunderblast's optics widened. There he was—Galvatron. The mighty leader of the Decepticons stood in the middle of the space, his armor gleaming under Cybertron's restored light. But he wasn't giving orders or planning an assault. No, he was playing fetch.



Galvatron tossed a massive chunk of metal across the courtyard, and Predaking, the enormous dragon-like Predacon, bounded after it like an overgrown turbo-puppy. When the beast returned, Galvatron patted its head before wrestling it to the ground in a playful tussle.



Drachen leaned closer to Shockwave, his voice low. "I know he's our leader and all, but this is a bit... unexpected."



"Unexpected, perhaps," Shockwave replied, sipping his energon calmly. "However, the interaction likely strengthens Predaking's loyalty. Logically beneficial."



Thunderblast, however, was transfixed. Her optics sparkled with admiration and adoration as she watched Galvatron. "Oh, he's perfect," she whispered, her claws clutching at her chest.



Drachen gave her a sidelong glance. "She's serious, isn't she?"



"Unquestionably," Shockwave replied.



As Galvatron dusted himself off and gave Predaking a final pat, his optics caught sight of the trio by the entrance. He approached, his presence towering and magnetic.



"Drachen. Shockwave. And... who is this?"



Thunderblast stepped forward, dropping to one knee with a flourish. "Thunderblast, my Lord. I've come to join your cause and pledge myself to you."



Galvatron studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. "You're... very enthusiastic," he observed.



"Of course I am!" she exclaimed, rising to her feet. "You're the greatest leader Cybertron has ever known. I'll do anything to serve you, to prove myself worthy of standing by your side."



Shockwave tilted his head slightly. "Such fervor is... unique."



"Intense, you mean," Drachen muttered.



Galvatron smirked faintly, addressing Thunderblast directly. "Very well. You'll have your chance to prove yourself. But loyalty is earned through action, not words."



Thunderblast's optics lit up. "Thank you, my Lord. I won't disappoint you."





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Predaking's POV:



Something was wrong.



Predaking stood by his Master, watching the new arrival with narrowed optics. She was small—insignificant, even—but her voice grated against his audio receptors. Too high, too excitable.



She was too close.



His snout twitched as he sniffed the air, catching her scent. It was sharp, eager, and unfamiliar. She was different from the others who followed the alpha his master. Too different.



When his master turned his attention back to him, Predaking rumbled softly, nudging Galvatron's arm with his snout. His leader scratched behind his horns, soothing him, but his optics never left Thunderblast.



She was watching master too closely, her optics filled with something Predaking couldn't quite place but instinctively didn't like.



A low growl built in his throat, but stupid master placed a firm hand on his snout, quieting him.



She smiled then, a wide, unnerving grin directed at stupid master.



Predaking's claws scraped against the ground. He didn't trust her.



And he didn't like sharing.



The courtyard was quiet now, the metallic ground still scarred from Predaking's earlier game of fetch with Galvatron. The beast prowled the shadows, his massive frame eerily silent for something so large. His optics locked onto Thunderblast, who stood at the edge of the courtyard, her claws fiddling with a piece of debris as she muttered to herself.



She was always there. Always too close.



Predaking lowered his frame, his tail swaying behind him. He didn't trust her, and her constant proximity to Galvatron made his circuits itch. She moved with an unsettling energy, her optics darting around as if scheming.



He growled softly, though not enough to draw her attention. His instincts screamed at him to act, to drive her away. But he held back. For now.



When Thunderblast finally left the courtyard, her steps light and quick, Predaking followed at a distance. His massive shadow stretched over the walls as he crept after her, keeping to the edges of the rebuilt structures. She muttered something as she walked, laughing to herself.



Predaking growled again, a low, dangerous sound. She was trouble. He could feel it in his spark.



He would protect his Alpha.



---

Drachen's Pov:



Drachen stood in the command center, his optics focused on a holographic display of Cybertron's outer defenses. His claws tapped against the console as he reviewed the latest data. Behind him, the sound of footsteps drew his attention. Nightburn, a sleek and silent operative, stood at attention.



"Nightburn," Drachen said without turning around, "I need you to keep an optic on our new recruit."



Nightburn tilted his head, his visor flickering slightly. "Thunderblast?"



"Yes," Drachen said, his voice low. "She's... enthusiastic. Too enthusiastic. I don't trust her motives, and neither does Predaking, apparently."



Nightburn's visor brightened in acknowledgment. "Understood."



"Good," Drachen said, finally turning to face him. "Increase Predaking's energon rations as well. He's been restless, and I'd rather not have him take matters into his own claws."



"Anything else?"



Drachen smirked faintly. "If she does anything suspicious, let me know. Quietly."



Nightburn nodded before vanishing into the shadows of the command center. Drachen turned back to the hologram, his optics narrowing. "Let's hope she's just eccentric," he muttered.



I will protect you creator.



---

Kaon - Location Lord Galvatron's Private Quarters:



Galvatron sat in his private chamber, his optics scanning a series of tactical maps projected before him. Supply lines, defensive formations, and fleet movements filled the holographic displays. His focus was sharp, his mind calculating the next steps in their conquest.



And then, a voice interrupted his thoughts.



"My Lord!" Thunderblast's sing-song tone echoed through the chamber as she appeared seemingly out of nowhere. "I've been thinking—what if we name one of the new cities after you? Galvatronia! Doesn't it sound grand?"



Galvatron sighed, his optics dimming slightly as he turned to face her. "Thunderblast, I am in the middle of—"



"Or maybe a statue!" she continued, her claws clasped together. "A bigger one! Twice the size of the one in Kaon! Oh, it would be magnificent!"



"Thunderblast," Galvatron said more firmly, his voice tinged with irritation.



"Yes, my Lord?" she asked, her optics sparkling with anticipation.



"Get out."



Her optics widened for a moment, and then she smiled sheepishly. "Of course, my Lord. I'll leave you to your brilliance."



As she skipped out of the chamber, Galvatron groaned and deactivated the holograms. A moment later, Shockwave entered, his posture as stiff and composed as ever.



"Shockwave," Galvatron said, gesturing for him to sit. "I need to talk."



Shockwave tilted his head. "Your tone suggests irritation."



Galvatron leaned back in his chair, his optics narrowing. "It's Thunderblast. She's... annoying."



"Annoying?" Shockwave repeated, his optic glowing faintly.



"She appears out of nowhere, constantly interrupts my work, and babbles on about nonsense," Galvatron said, gesturing with one hand. "It's as if she has nothing better to do than pester me."



Shockwave regarded him silently for a moment. "Perhaps assigning her a task would redirect her energy. Something productive."



Galvatron grunted. "Productive or not, I need her to stay out of my chambers. Next time she shows up uninvited, I'm assigning her to Predaking's training regimen."



Shockwave's optic flickered, though he wisely said nothing.



---

The grand hall of Kaon's command center hummed with activity, the faint glow of Cybertron's energy conduits casting a soft light over the gathered Decepticons. Galvatron stood at the head of the chamber, his presence commanding the room as his optics swept over his lieutenants. Beside him stood Drachen and Shockwave, their frames exuding calm confidence.



Thunderblast stood among the assembled ranks, her hands clasped behind her back as she watched Galvatron with rapt attention. Despite her typical exuberance, she now carried herself with a sharpness that demanded respect. She knew this was her moment to prove herself, to show she was more than just enthusiastic devotion.



Galvatron's optics settled on her, and for a moment, the room seemed to hold its breath.



"Thunderblast," he said, his tone measured. "Step forward."



She obeyed instantly, her movements precise as she came to attention before him. "My Lord," she said, her voice steady.



Galvatron studied her for a moment before speaking. "Your loyalty is... apparent. But loyalty alone does not secure a place in my ranks. It must be backed by action, by results."



Thunderblast inclined her head. "I understand, my Lord."



"Good," Galvatron said, gesturing to the holographic map that flickered to life behind him. It displayed the sprawling aerial city of Stratos Tyrannis, its platforms and spires illuminated in vivid detail. "Stratos Tyrannis formaly know as Vos has been restored as our aerial hub, and the Seekers stationed there require a leader. Someone capable of maintaining order and ensuring their readiness for battle."



He turned his piercing gaze back to Thunderblast. "I am assigning you to this role. Prove yourself worthy of my trust, and you will solidify your place within the Decepticons."



The room murmured with surprise. Drachen raised a brow plate, glancing at Shockwave, who regarded the assignment with quiet intrigue.



Thunderblast's optics burned with determination. "Thank you, my Lord. I will not fail you."



Galvatron's voice hardened. "See that you don't."



---

Location - Stratos Tyrannis Thunderblast Pov:



The skyline of Stratos Tyrannis was breathtaking. Towers and platforms gleamed under Cybertron's light, their surfaces humming with the energy of the planet's rejuvenated core. Seekers zipped through the skies in perfect formation, their sleek frames casting fleeting shadows over the city below.



Thunderblast stood on one of the city's main platforms, her claws gripping a datapad as she reviewed the flight patterns and training schedules. Around her, Seekers gathered, their optics wary. It was clear they didn't quite know what to make of her.



One of them, a crimson-and-silver Seeker named Skyfire, stepped forward, his posture rigid. "Commander Thunderblast," he said, his tone formal. "The Seekers await your orders."



Thunderblast's optics flicked to him, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then she smiled, though there was an edge to it. "Good. Let's get to work."



Over the next several cycles, she threw herself into the role with an intensity that surprised even the most seasoned Seekers. She reviewed every training protocol, adjusted flight patterns to maximize efficiency, and pushed the squad to their limits during drills. Her keen tactical mind quickly became evident as she identified weaknesses in their formations and devised strategies to counter potential threats.



During one particularly grueling drill, a squad of Seekers faltered under the pressure, their formation breaking apart mid-flight. Thunderblast, observing from a command platform, activated her comm.



"Skyfire, regroup your squad and reform your line," she barked, her tone sharp. "If you let that happen in combat, you'll all be scrap in a klik."



Skyfire gritted his teeth but obeyed, leading his squad back into formation. This time, they executed the maneuver flawlessly.



Thunderblast's voice crackled through the comm again, this time softer. "Better. Keep that up, and you might actually impress me."



By the end of the cycle, the Seekers' performance had noticeably improved. As they landed on the platform, their frames glistening with condensation from the effort, Thunderblast approached them with a smirk.



"You've got potential," she said, her optics glinting. "But potential doesn't win battles. Discipline does. Remember that."



Skyfire nodded, his optics filled with newfound respect. "Understood, Commander."



As Thunderblast watched the squad disperse, her spark swelled with satisfaction. She had proven herself, not just to the Seekers but to herself. And soon, Galvatron would see her worth as well.



---

Location - Stratos Tyrannis Nightburn Pov:



From a distance, Nightburn observed the scene, his visor dimmed as he blended into the shadows. Drachen's assignment to keep an optic on Thunderblast hadn't been taken lightly, and Nightburn was nothing if not thorough.



"She's... effective," he muttered to himself, his tone tinged with reluctance. Her methods were unorthodox, and her personality grated on him, but there was no denying her results. The Seekers were sharper, faster, and more cohesive under her command.



Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that her devotion to Galvatron was... too personal.



---



In his chambers, Galvatron paced as Shockwave stood silently by, his optic flickering with quiet observation.



"She's competent," Galvatron admitted, his voice a low growl. "But by Primus, she's insufferable. I can't so much as review a tactical map without her appearing out of nowhere with some grand idea or unnecessary comment."



Shockwave inclined his head. "Her behavior is unconventional, but her effectiveness cannot be denied. The Seekers' performance has improved significantly under her leadership."



Galvatron stopped pacing, his optics narrowing. "I am aware, Shockwave. It's the only reason I haven't obliterated her. But if she interrupts me one more time..."



As if on cue, the chamber doors slid open, and Thunderblast strode in, her optics sparkling with excitement.



"My Lord!" she exclaimed, holding a datapad. "I've devised a new strategy for the Seekers. I think you'll find it—"



"Get out," Galvatron snapped, his voice thunderous.



Thunderblast blinked, her enthusiasm faltering for a moment. "Of course, my Lord. I'll, uh, leave this here for you to review." She placed the datapad on a nearby console and retreated, her steps quick but not without a flourish.



Shockwave watched her leave, then turned back to Galvatron. "Perhaps assigning her additional responsibilities would mitigate these interruptions."



Galvatron grunted, his optics glowing faintly. "Perhaps."



(Two Orbital-Cycles Later)



Galvatron sat in his private chamber, his optics scanning a series of tactical maps projected before him. Supply lines, defensive formations, and fleet movements filled the holographic displays. His focus was sharp, his mind calculating the next steps in their conquest.



And then, a voice interrupted his thoughts.



"My Lord!" Thunderblast's sing-song tone echoed through the chamber as she appeared seemingly out of nowhere. "I've devised a new strategy for the Seekers! I think you'll find it—"



Galvatron sighed, his optics dimming slightly as he turned to face her. "Thunderblast, I am in the middle of—"



"It's brilliant, really!" she continued, holding up a datapad. "If we adjust their approach vectors during fleet engagements—"



"Thunderblast," Galvatron said more firmly, though his tone lacked true anger. "Enough."



Thunderblast paused, her optics wide and uncertain for the first time. "My Lord?"



Galvatron shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You are loyal. And your ideas have merit. But you cannot interrupt me every time you have a thought."



"I... I didn't mean to—" she started, but Galvatron raised a hand to silence her.



"From now on," he said, his tone calm but resolute, "take any updates or new ideas to Drachen or Shockwave. They will relay them to me as needed."



Thunderblast blinked, her claws tightening around the datapad. "Of course, my Lord. I'll... do that."



She turned to leave, her steps quick and subdued. But as the doors slid shut behind her, Galvatron allowed himself a quiet chuckle.



"She's persistent," he muttered to himself.



Shockwave stepped into the room, tilting his head as he observed Galvatron's expression. "You find her amusing."



Galvatron turns sharply "How are you even here how do appear out of nowhere it's driving me insane."



Galvatron then shrugged, his optics returning to the tactical display. "She's... unique. But even I have my limits."



---

Bar location - Kaon Nightburn Pov:



The dimly lit bar hummed with energy as Vehicons and PBMs crowded around tables, their laughter and cheers filling the air. The screens mounted on the walls replayed highlights from Galvatron's recent speech, his commanding presence eliciting roars of approval from the patrons.



"To Lord Galvatron!" one of the PBMs shouted, raising his energon cube.



"To Cybertron!" another added, their voices blending into a chorus of celebration.



At the back of the bar, Nightburn sat quietly, his frame blending into the shadows. His visor dimmed as he observed the crowd, noting the camaraderie and high morale. The Decepticons were thriving, their unity stronger than ever under Galvatron's leadership.



Thunderblast She ordered an energon cube and took a seat near the screen displaying Galvatron's image. Her optics softened as she stared at it, a faint smile playing on her lips.



Nightburn's visor brightened slightly as he watched her. She was competent—there was no denying that—but her fixation on Galvatron remained troubling. He made a mental note to report his observations to Drachen.



A pair of Vehicons approached him, their frames swaying slightly from too much energon. "Hey, Nightburn!" one of them slurred. "Why so serious? Come join the fun!"



Nightburn tilted his head, his visor flickering. "Someone has to keep an optic on things."



"Lighten up!" the other said, slapping Nightburn's shoulder. "We've got the best leader in the galaxy. What could go wrong?"



Nightburn's visor glowed faintly as he scanned the room, his thoughts briefly drifting to Thunderblast. "Let's hope it stays that way."



As the bar erupted into another round of cheers and laughter, Nightburn leaned back, his optics scanning the celebration and Thunderblast keeping a Log of everything to pass to Drachen.

 

[Devastator21]

---

Cybertron location - Kaon:



Kaon stood as a shining testament to Decepticon resilience, its jagged spires piercing the hazy skies of Cybertron. The scars of battle, inflicted during the desperate defense against Asmodeus' fleet, still marred the surface of the city. Craters from orbital bombardments pocked the ground, while shattered defensive turrets lay in heaps of twisted metal. Yet even in this state of damage, the hum of reconstruction carried through the air, a symphony of rebirth.



The battle had been hard-fought but decisive. Under Galvatron's leadership, Cybertron had repelled the invaders, shattering the Galactic Council's fleet and securing the Decepticons' foothold. Now, Galvatron's forces toiled tirelessly to repair the damage and prepare for the war to come.



Galvatron stood on the balcony of the Decimator, overlooking Kaon. Below, Vehicons swarmed like insects, clearing debris, rebuilding defenses, and repairing the towering superstructures of the city. Massive cranes hauled pieces of starship wreckage into waiting foundries, where they would be melted down and repurposed for the Decepticon war machine.



Drachen, approached. His crimson optics burned brightly against his new black and gold frame, a frame built to inspire both fear and loyalty. (It's just the same as before just some bit's now have gold.)



"Creator," Drachen said, kneeling, his voice resonating with respect. "The repairs proceed as planned. The damage inflicted by the Council's fleet is being addressed, and the city's defenses will be operational within a cycle."



Galvatron nodded, his crimson optics glowing faintly. "Excellent work. Cybertron must be ready to repel any retaliation from the Council. Cybertron will stand as the unshakable heart of the Decepticon Empire."



Galvatron leaped from the balcony transforming, sweeping the air behind him as he made his way to the Decimator's hangar.

The All-Spark rested within a containment chamber, its pulsing energy illuminating the darkened room with an ethereal glow. The artifact, the lifeblood of Cybertron, had been the key to its restoration. Now, it would complete its purpose.



Shockwave followed closely, his frame radiating anticipation. "It is time?" he asked.



Galvatron nodded. "The All-Spark belongs at the core of Cybertron. Only then will our world be truly whole."



The pair descended deep into Cybertron's interior, the path lit by the faint luminescence of ancient conduits that had once powered the entire planet. The chamber of the core was vast, its ceiling disappearing into darkness above. The very air seemed to vibrate with the latent energy of Cybertron's lifeblood.



Standing before the swirling vortex of the planet's core, Galvatron raised the All-Spark high. Its glow intensified, matching the pulsing rhythm of the core itself.



"Cybertron," Galvatron intoned, his voice echoing through the chamber, "your lifeblood returns to you. With this, you will rise anew, stronger than ever before."



He placed the All-Spark into the core, and the effect was immediate. A surge of energy radiated outward, causing the conduits along the walls to blaze with light. The chamber trembled, as if the planet itself was awakening.



---

POV: Galvatron



The Heart of Cybertron pulsed with the All-Spark's energy, light radiating outward like the beating of a planet's spark. As the surge reached its peak, the chamber dissolved into brilliance, and I was no longer within the physical confines of Cybertron.



I stood in a field of infinite stars. The expanse stretched endlessly, the silence heavy with anticipation. At the center of it all, Primus emerged, his form colossal and luminous. He was less a physical being and more a manifestation of creation itself, his shifting metallic face layered with circuitry and a glow that seemed alive.



"Galvatron," Primus spoke, his voice rippling through the void like the echo of a thousand sparks igniting. "You have returned the All-Spark to its rightful place. Cybertron stirs once more."



I did not flinch under his gaze, though I could feel the weight of his presence. This was not just a creator. This was the architect of Cybertronian existence itself.



"And yet you hesitate," I said, my tone sharp but composed. "Do you fear me that your plan of what was to be did not happen?"



Primus's optics flared slightly, his expression inscrutable. "I fear not. But I am... puzzled. You are my creation, and yet you are not. I see the spark of Megatron, my wayward child, and that of Unicron's herald yet it is entwined with... something foreign. Something I do not understand."



I allowed myself a faint smirk. "Then perhaps the great Primus is not as all-knowing as he claims."



The void shifted, images flashing across the expanse. I saw fragments of what I knew—Galvatron, his desperation to leave his multiverse behind. The original Galvatron had created a device to cross into a new reality, but in doing so, he tore a wound in the fabric of existence.



Then came the collision. My essence—once a human soul, fragile and lost—was hurled into this chaos. By some cosmic joke or divine design, my consciousness became entwined with Galvatron's. Three fused into one, creating something neither wholly Primus's creation nor Unicron's.



"You see it now," I said, stepping closer to Primus. "I am not simply your child, nor Unicron's herald. I am something new, something greater. Neither of you can claim me."



Primus's optics flickered, his tone darkening. "I see it, but I do not understand it. The multiverse is vast, and its intricacies are beyond even my design. But what you have become... it is a wound. A disruption. And disruptions, left unchecked, bring ruin."



The stars around us shifted, dimming slightly as Primus's light grew harsher. "You have brought the All-Spark home, and for that, I am grateful," he said. "Cybertron lives again because of your actions. My children will thrive."



His tone sharpened, and his form seemed to loom larger. "But I cannot ignore what you are. You are a paradox and abomination, a convergence of forces that should not exist together. You carry the spark of creation, yet your essence is tainted by chaos and... unknown origin."



"Your gratitude feels hollow, then," I said, unshaken.



Primus tilted his head slightly, his optics narrowing. "Do not mistake my confusion for weakness, Galvatron. You have reshaped the fate of Cybertron, yes. But you have also attracted forces beyond your understanding. Forces that lie outside this reality, waiting to consume it and bring ruin the likes of which you have never seen."



As he spoke, the void around us darkened, the stars fading into shadows. Faint echoes of multiple monstrous beings rippled through the space—a presence vast and unknowable, lurking just beyond perception.



"These are the horrors you have attracted," Primus said, his voice heavy with foreboding. "The multiverse is not infinite freedom. It is infinite danger. Beyond this universe lie beings that do not abide by the rules of creation or destruction. They are chaos incarnate, and should they take notice of you, even your strength nor that off every Cybertronian may not be enough."



I felt the faint pull of the All-Spark within my spark, a steady reminder of my power. "Let them come by the time they arrive we will be ready," I said, my voice resolute. "I have faced gods, and I have brought worlds to heel. I will not cower before the unknown."



Primus's optics dimmed, his tone softening. "Confidence is not the same as preparation, Galvatron. Take heed of my warning. What lies beyond is not bound by the logic of our existence."



The darkness receded, and Primus's light returned, brighter now, though tinged with something I could not define—hope, perhaps, or resignation. He extended a massive hand, a beam of energy flowing from his palm and enveloping me.



"This is my gift to you," Primus said. "A fragment of my essence similar to that of the Matrix of Leadership, but woven into your spark. It will grant you strength beyond what you know but your subordinate his experiments will enhance this, but it is also a reminder—a tether to Cybertron, should you ever forget where you began."



The energy coursed through me, filling my frame with power unlike any I had felt before. It was raw, primal, and ancient, yet it felt... right. Is this what Optimus felt like or the Thirteen.



Primus's form began to fade, the void dissolving back into the glow of the Heart of Cybertron. His final words echoed in my spark.



"Walk carefully, Galvatron. You may be a force of your own making, but even the strongest can fall when faced with the horrors beyond. Do not let your ambition blind you. Be more than your predecessors."



---

Shockwave stepped back, his optics wide with awe. "Incredible…"



Galvatron rose and stood resolute, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Cybertron is whole. Let the galaxy tremble."



The effects of the All-Spark's return were felt almost immediately. Across Cybertron, dormant systems sprang to life. Ancient ruins, long abandoned and forgotten, disintegrated into energy and were absorbed back into the planet's surface. In their place, new structures emerged—sleek, towering cities designed with the efficiency and elegance of advanced Cybertronian technology.



The Well of All Sparks, deep within Cybertron's crust, overflowed with renewed energy. Streams of light cascaded from its depths, weaving their way through the planet's core and up to the surface. New Cybertronian life began to emerge—small sparks drifting upward like fireflies before coalescing into protoforms.



In Kaon, the first of these new Cybertronians stepped forth from a glowing pod, their forms gleaming with untarnished alloy. Vehicons and drones stopped in their tracks, watching in awe as their new brethren took their first steps. Some saluted instinctively, while others cheered, their voices echoing through the city.



Galvatron and Shockwave watched from a distance, the sight filling the air with an electric sense of purpose.



"New life," Shockwave murmured, his tone reverent. "Cybertron's future."



"Indeed," Galvatron said. "This is the beginning of a new era. Cybertron belongs to us now, as it always should have."



---

Light.



It was the first thing I knew. Bright and warm, it seeped into the edges of my awareness as my systems activated for the first time. My optics flickered to life, focusing on the metallic walls of the pod I was encased in. The walls opened with a soft hiss, and I stepped forward on shaky legs, my servos testing their strength as they made contact with the smooth, gleaming floor.



Around me, other protoforms emerged from similar pods, their frames radiating with the soft glow of newly forged life. The air hummed with energy, a sound I instinctively recognized as the pulse of Cybertron itself. Above us, the conduits lining the ceiling pulsed with vibrant streams of light, their rhythm matching the steady beat I felt deep within my spark.



A voice echoed through the chamber, clear and commanding, its resonance grounding me as I took my first steps.



"Welcome, young ones," the voice said. "Welcome to your home Cybertron, reborn under the banner of the Decepticons."



I turned my optics upward, and there he stood—a towering figure framed by the pulsing light of the All-Spark. His armor gleamed like forged steel, and his crimson optics burned with an intensity that filled me with both awe and a deep, unshakable sense of purpose.



Lord Galvatron.



Though I had never known him before that moment, my spark resonated with recognition. He was more than a leader. He was the one who had given me life, the force behind the energy coursing through Cybertron's veins.



The First Steps



The chamber doors opened, revealing the gleaming city of Kaon in all its glory. I stepped forward with the others, the brilliance of the cityscape unfolding before my optics. Towering spires stretched toward the sky, their metallic surfaces reflecting the golden light of Cybertron's rejuvenated core. Vehicons marched in perfect formation along the streets, their movements efficient and purposeful. Overhead, Seekers soared in synchronized arcs, their engines humming a steady song of unity.



The city was alive, not just with the movement of its inhabitants but with a hum that seemed to echo from the very ground beneath my feet. It was a hum of purpose, a rhythm that seemed to call to every spark, urging us forward.



I turned to the others beside me, their expressions mirroring my own. Awe. Curiosity. A sense of belonging. Without a word, we moved as one toward the plaza where a massive statue loomed in the distance. Its figure was unmistakable—the raised arm, the mounted cannon, the unmistakable visage of Galvatron.



As we approached, we passed groups of Decepticons engaged in various tasks. Some repaired the defenses damaged in battle, their sparks blazing with determination. Others carried supplies, their voices ringing with camaraderie as they exchanged stories of past victories. Everywhere I looked, I saw Cybertronians united under a single cause.



At the base of the statue, a massive crowd had gathered. I found myself drawn into their midst, standing shoulder to shoulder with Cybertronians of all shapes and sizes. Despite the diversity, there was a singularity in their expressions—a deep, unshakable loyalty to the figure standing atop the stage before us.



Galvatron's presence was overwhelming. He radiated power and control, his voice carrying over the crowd like a thunderclap.



"Cybertron," he declared, his optics sweeping over us, "is reborn. You stand as the first sparks of a new age, an age of unity, strength, and conquest. Together, we will reshape the galaxy. Together, we will bring order to the chaos."



The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices merging into a deafening roar. I felt the energy of their excitement vibrating in my spark, a shared pulse that bound us all together. I clenched my fists, my servos steady now, and I knew with certainty that I was part of something far greater than myself.



Later, as the crowd dispersed and the city returned to its rhythm, I found myself standing near the edge of a bustling marketplace. Decepticons moved between stalls, exchanging supplies and energon, their conversations filled with excitement for the future.



"It's incredible, isn't it?" a voice said beside me.



I turned to see another new Cybertronian, his frame as fresh and unmarked as my own. His optics glimmered with the same awe I felt. "I've never seen anything like it," he continued. "This... this is home."



I nodded, my gaze shifting back to the towering spires of Kaon. "And Lord Galvatron... He's the one who made this possible."



"He's more than that," the other replied. "He's our savior. Without him, there would be no Cybertron, no us."



His words resonated deeply. For the first time, I understood the meaning of loyalty. It wasn't just a command or an expectation—it was a bond, a connection to the one who had given us purpose.



In the cycles that followed my awakening, I found myself drawn to explore Cybertron beyond the gleaming towers of Kaon. Each city bore the mark of Galvatron's vision, and with every step, I saw more of what it meant to be Decepticon in this new era.





---

Location Cybertron The Bastion: The Fortress-City:



The Bastion was the first city I visited—a fortress that radiated strength from every angle. Its towering walls seemed to scrape the heavens, their surfaces etched with geometric patterns of defensive plating and weapons arrays. Turrets rotated methodically, scanning the skies for any potential threat. The air thrummed with the steady hum of machinery, a sound that seemed to synchronize with the beating of my spark.



The entrance to the city was flanked by towering statues of Galvatron, each holding a raised cannon aimed outward, as if daring anyone to challenge the city's might. The gates themselves were massive, sliding open with a grinding of metal that echoed through the surrounding plains.



Inside, the atmosphere was one of precision and discipline. Vehicons moved in orderly formations, their frames gleaming with fresh repairs. Heavy transport drones ferried materials to and from the foundries, their paths weaving between the towering buildings that housed weapon systems, command centers, and barracks.



A senior officer, a hulking Cybertronian with a frame built for battle, approached me as I observed the flow of activity. His optics glowed with a fierce light as he sized me up. "New spark," he said, his voice deep and resonant, "you've come to see the heart of Cybertron's defense and last Bastion."



I nodded, my gaze drifting to the massive turrets perched atop the city's tallest spires. "It's... overwhelming," I admitted. "I've never seen anything like this."



He chuckled, a sound that rumbled like distant thunder. "That's because there's nothing like it. The Bastion stands as a testament to Lord Galvatron's promise of strength and security. Every system, every weapon, every warrior here is dedicated to ensuring Cybertron's safety."



I felt a surge of pride at his words. "And the organics? Will they challenge this?"



The officer's optics burned brighter. "Let them come. They will learn that Cybertron is no longer a planet to be trifled with."



I spent the remainder of my time in the Bastion walking among its soldiers, listening to their stories of loyalty and determination. They spoke of Lord Galvatron not just as a leader but as a force of nature, a symbol of the unyielding will of Cybertron itself.



---

Location Cybertron The Citadel: The Hub of Innovation



The Citadel was unlike any city I had ever imagined. Where the Bastion was a fortress bristling with weaponry, the Citadel was a sprawling metropolis of creativity and invention. Its skyline was dominated by factories and laboratories, their chimneys emitting plumes of energy rather than smoke. Streams of glowing data flowed along the streets, weaving between buildings like rivers of light.



As I entered the city, I was immediately struck by the hum of activity. Cybertronians of all shapes and sizes moved with purpose, their frames adorned with tools, data pads, and other implements of creation. The air was filled with the sound of machinery, the hiss of welding torches, and the occasional burst of triumphant laughter as a project reached completion.



A young Cybertronian, no older than myself, approached me with a data pad clutched in his hands. "You're new, aren't you?" he asked, his voice bright and curious.



"Yes," I replied, tilting my head. "How can you tell?"



He grinned, a mischievous light in his optics. "You're staring at everything like it's the first time you've seen it."



"Well, it is," I admitted. "What is this place?"



"This is the Citadel," he said proudly. "The birthplace of ideas. If the Bastion is the hammer, we're the forge. Everything you see—the weapons, the defenses, even some of the ships—was designed here."



I looked around, my optics catching glimpses of intricate blueprints displayed on massive holographic screens. Engineers worked tirelessly to bring their designs to life, their movements precise and focused. "It's beautiful," I said softly.



The young Cybertronian nodded. "And it's all for made possible by Lord Galvatron and commander Shockwave. Every invention, every idea, every creation—it's our way of repaying him for giving us life."



I couldn't help but smile at his words. It was a sentiment I felt deeply, though I had not yet found my own way to contribute. "He's given us everything," I said. "I hope I can live up to that."



"You will," the young Cybertronian replied confidently. "We all will."



---

Location Cybertron: Stratos Tyrannis The Aerial Metropolis:



The city of Stratos Tyrannis was a marvel of engineering, its structures seeming to float above the ground on fields of shimmering energy. The city's skyline was a maze of platforms, spires, and bridges, each one pulsing with light. Seekers filled the air, their sleek forms darting between the structures with a grace that left me breathless.



As I stepped onto one of the platforms, I was greeted by a Seeker whose wings shimmered with polished metal. She tilted her head, studying me with a curious expression. "Ground-bound?" she asked, her tone teasing but not unkind.



"Yes," I replied, feeling slightly self-conscious under her scrutiny.



She smiled, her optics glinting with amusement. "Don't worry. We won't hold it against you. Welcome to Stratos Tyrannis—the sky belongs to us, but the city belongs to everyone."



I followed her as she led me through the city, her wings folding neatly against her back. The platforms connected to larger structures that housed training facilities, repair stations, and observation decks. Everywhere I looked, Seekers were engaged in combat drills, their movements fluid and precise.



One of the observation decks overlooked the city's edge, where the vast expanse of Cybertron stretched out below. The Seeker gestured toward the horizon, her voice filled with pride. "This is what we fight for—the skies, the cities, the planet itself. Lord Galvatron gave us this, and we'll protect it with everything we have."



Her words stirred something within me. "He's more than a leader," I said quietly. "He's our future."



She nodded, her expression softening. "And you're part of it now. Welcome to the skies, young one."



As I stood at the edge of Kaon's central plaza once more, watching the lights of the city twinkle like stars, I felt the pulse of Cybertron beneath my feet. The hum of the planet's core resonated through me, a constant reminder of the life and power Galvatron had returned to this world.



Each city I had visited was unique, yet they all carried the same unwavering loyalty to Galvatron and his vision. The Bastion embodied strength and the hope for a better tomorrow, The Citadel represented innovation, and Stratos Tyrannis captured the beauty of freedom. Together, they formed the foundation of a Cybertron that was unified and unstoppable.



I clenched my fist, the energy of my spark burning brightly. "For Cybertron," I murmured, my voice firm with conviction. "For Lord Galvatron."



The words felt right. They felt true. And I knew that I would follow him wherever he led, into whatever battles lay ahead. This was my purpose. This was my destiny.



As I stood at the edge of Kaon's central plaza, watching the lights of the city twinkle like stars, I felt the pulse of Cybertron beneath my feet. The hum of the planet's core resonated through me, a constant reminder of the life and power Galvatron had returned to this world.



I clenched my fist, the energy of my spark burning brightly. "For Cybertron," I murmured, my voice firm with conviction. "For Galvatron."



The words felt right. They felt true. And I knew that I would follow him wherever he led, into whatever battles lay ahead. This was my purpose. This was my destiny.



---



As night fell over Kaon, the city transformed into a spectacle of light and sound. Massive screens displayed Galvatron's victories, from his first battle against the Autobots to his destruction of the DJD to the battle against Asmodeus' fleet. Fireworks exploded above, illuminating the rebuilt spires in vibrant colors.



The crowd roared as Galvatron stepped onto the stage at the plaza's center, his presence commanding absolute attention. Drachen and Shockwave stood at his side, their imposing frames a silent reminder of Galvatron's might.



"Decepticons!" Galvatron's voice thundered, amplified by the plaza's sound system. "Look around you! See what we have built! See what we have reclaimed! This is Cybertron, reborn under our banner, forged by our strength! Not under the Great betrayer nor the Prime's but under us the common bots we have saved Cybertron."



The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices echoing through the city.



"But this is only the beginning," Galvatron continued, his tone fierce. "The Galactic Council dares to oppose us. They dared to bring their war machines to our world, and we crushed them. Now, we will take the fight to them. Their fleets, their worlds, their arrogance—it will all fall before the might of the Decepticon Empire!"



The crowd roared louder, chants of "ALL HAIL GALVATRON!" shaking the plaza.



Shockwave stepped forward, raising a clawed hand. "For Cybertron! For Lord Galvatron! Let the galaxy know that we are coming!"



The cheers reached a fever pitch as the Decepticons rallied around their leaders, their loyalty and eagerness for war undeniable.



---

The following day, in the Decimator's command chamber, Galvatron stood over a holographic map of the galaxy. Shockwave and Drachen flanked him, their expressions resolute.



"The fleet is ready," Shockwave reported. "Repairs are complete, and production of new warships is ahead of schedule. Cybertron's defenses are fully operational."



"The troops are eager," Drachen added. "Morale is higher than ever. They are ready to follow you into battle, my Lord."



Galvatron's optics glowed with satisfaction. "Then it is time. The Galactic Council believes they can hold us back, but we will prove them wrong. We will strike fast and hard, crippling their ability to respond."



He gestured to the map, highlighting several frontier sectors in red. "These are our targets. Lightly defended outposts, supply depots, and trade routes. We will sweep through their territory, leaving nothing but ruin in our wake."



Shockwave inclined his head. "Resistance is anticipated, but their forces will be ill-prepared for the speed and efficiency of our assault."



Galvatron smirked. "Let them try. The Decepticons are unstoppable."

 

[Devastator21]

Location: Decimator – Command Chamber POV: Galvatron

The Decimator hung in the void like a predator poised to strike. The immense flagship radiated menace, its sharp, jagged design catching the faint starlight of the sector. Surrounding it was the full might of the Decepticon fleet: an armada of warships, destroyers, and carriers flanked by swarms of smaller attack craft. Each bore the unmistakable emblem of the Decepticons, glinting crimson against their dark hulls.

At the heart of the Decimator, within its command chamber, Galvatron stood like a warlord surveying his dominion. The chamber reflected his dominance: high-vaulted ceilings, walls lined with glowing conduits of Cybertronian energy, and a central holographic display casting flickering images of their targets. The Galactic Council's sector maps stretched before him, each point of light a system marked for conquest.

His lieutenants had gathered, the most formidable Cybertronians under his command. At his right stood Drachen, his creation and most loyal general, a towering figure whose crimson optics gleamed with readiness. Nightburn, the shadow of the Decepticons, observed from the edge of the room, silent and calculating. Thunderblast stood with barely contained energy, her claws twitching in anticipation. The imposing Onslaught, flanked by the Combaticons, exuded an aura of brute strength. Even Shockwave, though physically absent, observed the proceedings through a glowing hologram, his singular optic unwavering.

The chamber's ambient hum seemed to fade as Galvatron began to speak. His voice was measured, each word carrying the weight of inevitability.

"My Decepticons," he began, his optics sweeping over the room. "For too long, this galaxy has been shaped by weakness."

The holographic map shifted, highlighting sectors of the Galactic Council's influence. Key targets—supply depots, shipyards, and outposts—glowed in crimson, each marked for destruction.

"The Galactic Council," he continued, his tone laced with disdain, "is a relic. A hollow institution built on the lie of peace. They claim order, but their order is stagnation. They hoard their resources, cling to outdated ideals, and call it governance."

He gestured to the projection, where grainy footage of a mining colony in flames played. Decepticon silhouettes moved through the smoke, obliterating resistance with surgical precision. Another clip showed a civilian spaceport, its once-bustling docks reduced to twisted metal.

"They will pay for their arrogance," Galvatron said, his tone hardening. "Their fleets, their armies, their worlds—they will all fall before us. We will shatter their illusions of control, and they will know despair."

A low murmur of approval rippled through the room. Thunderblast clenched her claws, her optics gleaming with a manic intensity. Drachen nodded once, his frame taut with readiness. Even the usually silent Nightburn inclined his head, a faint glow flickering in his visor.

The hologram shifted again, focusing on key tactical objectives. Galvatron's voice rose, his words carrying the force of conviction.

"Drachen," he commanded, turning to his right, "you will lead the assault on their shipyards. Cripple their ability to reinforce their fleets."

Drachen inclined his head. "It will be done."

"Nightburn," Galvatron said, his optics narrowing. "Target their supply lines. Without fuel, they will wither."

Nightburn's response was a simple nod. "Understood."

"Thunderblast," he continued, his tone softening slightly. "You will command the aerial assault from the Decimator. Scatter their fleets and control the skies."

Thunderblast smirked, saluting sharply. "Consider it handled, my Lord."

Finally, he turned to Onslaught and the Combaticons. "Take ground forces to their outposts. Leave nothing operational. Ensure the Galactic Council knows what happens to those who oppose us."

Onslaught saluted, his deep voice rumbling. "We will crush them."

The room fell silent as Galvatron stepped forward, his frame looming over the holographic map. His crimson optics burned brighter, casting an eerie glow.

"This is not just a campaign," he declared, his voice thundering. "This is our ascension. We will sweep through their sectors, leaving ruin in our wake. They will tremble at the sound of our name. And when they look to the skies, they will see one truth: Cybertron reigns supreme."

His words hung in the air, heavy with finality. Then he raised his clawed hand, his voice rising to a crescendo.

"Transform and Rise Up!"

"Rise up! Rise up!" The chant echoed through the chamber, thunderous and electrifying.

---

Location: Galactic Sector Xal'nor – Supply Depot Sigma POV: Captain Velran

The supply depot was a flurry of activity, its docks bustling with freighters and escort vessels loading precious cargo. Captain Velran paced the command deck, his uniform pristine despite the long hours. His crew worked tirelessly, their voices blending with the hum of engines and the chatter of comms.

"Commander," a communications officer called out, "we've just completed loading the last shipment of fuel cells for Fleet Quadrant 9. They're prepping for launch."

Velran nodded. "Good. Ensure the escort ships are ready to depart with them. We can't afford delays with the Decepticons raiding nearby sectors."

The officer hesitated. "Sir, the reports from the adjacent systems... they're troubling. Outposts have gone dark, and the last transmission we received showed—"

"Enough," Velran snapped, his tone sharp. "We're aware of the risks, but we can't allow fear to paralyze us. This depot is one of the most heavily fortified in the sector."

Before the officer could respond, alarms blared throughout the command center. The red emergency lights bathed the room in an ominous glow.

"Report!" Velran barked.

"Unidentified vessels entering the system!" a tactical officer shouted. "They're... they're Decepticon ships. A lot of them."

Velran's stomach sank as the tactical display came to life. A massive fleet of dark, angular ships surged toward the depot, their formation tight and menacing. At their head was the largest vessel he had ever seen—the Decimator.

"Deploy all defenses!" Velran commanded. "Scramble the escort ships and prepare the station's turrets!"

But even as the first volley of missiles and plasma rounds erupted from the depot's defenses, Velran knew it was futile. The Decimator unleashed a torrent of energy beams, its primary weapon carving through the escort ships like they were paper. Smaller Decepticon vessels darted forward, evading the depot's fire as they closed in for the kill.

Alarms blared. "Decepticon fleet incoming!"

---
Location: Decimator – Command Deck POV: Thunderblast

Thunderblast stood at the central console, her claws gripping the edges as she directed the aerial assault. The Decimator's targeting systems displayed the chaos outside in vivid detail—explosions bloomed across the void as Decepticon fighters overwhelmed the Galactic Council's ships.

"Skyfire, take your squad and hit their aft engines," she barked into the comm. "Disable their mobility and drive them toward the Decimator."

"Yes, Commander!" Skyfire's voice crackled back.

She smirked, her optics gleaming as she watched the smaller vessels scramble to obey her orders. The Seekers were performing flawlessly, their precision strikes reducing the enemy fleet to wreckage. Around her, the Decimator's weapons roared, each blast tearing through the Council's defenses.

"This is almost too easy," she muttered, her voice tinged with amusement.

The holographic display flickered, showing a wide-angle view of the depot. The defensive turrets were still operational, their fire concentrated on a squadron of Decepticon bombers. Thunderblast's claws danced across the console, redirecting a nearby wing of fighters to flank the station.

"Let's make them regret ever resisting," she said with a grin.

---
Location: Sigma-Prime – Ground Assault

POV: Onslaught

The Combaticons descended like a storm, their landing craft slamming into the surface of Sigma-2 with deafening force. The Galactic Council's soldiers scrambled to form a defense line, their energy rifles lighting up the battlefield.

Onslaught stepped forward, his massive frame absorbing the incoming fire. With a single motion, he raised his cannon and unleashed a devastating blast, reducing the enemy barricade to rubble.

"Combaticons, advance!" he roared.

Brawl charged ahead, his dual cannons blasting apart the Council's armored vehicles. Vortex swooped down from above, his rotors shredding a cluster of soldiers who had taken cover behind a ruined structure. Swindle and Blast Off provided covering fire, their weapons picking off targets with deadly precision.

"Minimal resistance," Onslaught observed, his optics narrowing as he surveyed the battlefield. "Pathetic."

The Council's forces fell back, retreating toward the outpost's central command center. Onslaught activated his comm, his voice cold and commanding. "Destroy their communications. Leave them blind."

Swindle grinned, his blaster already aimed at the communications tower. "With pleasure."

The tower exploded in a shower of sparks, plunging the outpost into chaos. Onslaught's optics gleamed as he raised his fist, signaling the Combaticons to continue their advance.

---
Location: Vercanos IV Shipyards

POV: Drachen

The shipyards of Orbital Platform Delta were a marvel of engineering, their massive docks cradling half-constructed warships. But to Drachen, they were nothing more than targets.

The Decepticon fleet under his command emerged from hyperspace, their formation tight and deadly. As the Galactic Council's patrol ships scrambled to intercept them, Drachen's voice echoed across the comms.

"Prioritize their docked vessels. Ensure they never leave these shipyards."

The fleet opened fire, plasma cannons and missile salvos tearing through the enemy lines. Drachen's flagship, Oblivion's Edge, led the charge, its weapons obliterating the station's defensive turrets.

"Deploy boarding teams," Drachen ordered. "Take the station's reactors offline."

From the Oblivion's Edge, dozens of assault craft launched, their magnetic clamps securing them to the shipyard's hull. Decepticon warriors poured into the station, cutting down resistance with ruthless efficiency.

Drachen observed the battle from the bridge, his optics cold and calculating. "Resistance is irrelevant. They will fall."


---

Location: Galactic Council War Room

POV: Admiral Krennar

The war room was in chaos. Holograms flickered with scenes of destruction as reports poured in from the Sigma sector. Admiral Krennar gripped the edge of the central table, his optics darting between the displays.

"Outposts Alpha and Beta are gone," a tactical officer reported. "The shipyards... they're—"

"I can see that," Krennar snapped, his voice strained. "Redirect Fleet Quadrant 7 to reinforce Sigma-2. We can't let them take the depot."

"Sir, Fleet Quadrant 7 is already under attack," another officer said. "They won't make it in time."

Krennar's fists clenched as he stared at the holograms. The Decepticons were everywhere, their tactics precise and brutal. Each strike crippled the Council's ability to respond, leaving entire systems defenseless.

"Send a distress signal to the High Command," he said, his voice grim. "Tell them... tell them we're being overwhelmed."


---
Location: Decimator – Command Deck POV: Galvatron

Galvatron stood at the center of the Decimator's command deck, his optics glowing with satisfaction. The Galactic Council's defenses were shattered, their resistance feeble and disorganized. On the tactical display, planets and stations marked as conquered flickered to crimson, the Decepticon insignia dominating the map.

"Status report," he commanded, his tone calm but laced with authority.

Drachen's voice came through the comm. "Vercanos IV is secured. Their shipyards are in flames."

"Onslaught?" Galvatron inquired.

"The refinery on Sigma-Prime is ours," Onslaught reported. "No survivors."

Thunderblast's voice followed, tinged with smugness. "The skies over Xal'nor belong to us, my Lord. Their fleet is dust."

Galvatron smirked, his tone filled with dark triumph. "Then it is time."

He stepped forward, his frame illuminated by the tactical display. The devastation of the Galactic Council was laid out before him like a tapestry of ruin. His voice thundered across the comms, reaching every Decepticon on the battlefield.

"Decepticons! Witness our power! This galaxy thought it could resist us, but we are the storm that sweeps away their delusions. We are the future, forged in the fires of conquest! Every ship we destroy, every city we claim, every world we burn—this is the will of Cybertron made manifest!"

His crimson optics burned brighter as he raised his fist, his voice rising to a crescendo. "Transform and Rise Up!"

"Rise up! Rise up!"

"All hail Galvatron!" Thunderblast's voice broke through the comms, soon joined by others.

"All hail Galvatron!"

The chant spread like wildfire, a symphony of triumph and terror that filled the airwaves. Across the fleet, Decepticon warriors raised their weapons, their voices echoing through the void. On battlefields strewn with wreckage, victorious ground forces bellowed their loyalty. Within conquered cities, the Decepticon insignia flew high, casting shadows over the defeated.

Galvatron's optics narrowed as he stared at the tactical display. The conquered Sigma sector was only the beginning. More systems awaited, each ripe for conquest. The Galactic Council's core worlds would tremble beneath his heel.

"This galaxy belongs to Cybertron," he declared, his voice reverberating through the chamber. "And to me."

He turned to Drachen's hologram, his expression unreadable but his tone sharp. "Prepare for the next phase. Let the galaxy feel the full weight of the Decepticons' wrath."

"Yes, my Lord," Drachen replied, his crimson optics gleaming.

As the tactical display shifted to show new targets, Galvatron allowed himself a moment of silence. The void outside the Decimator was lit with the faint flickers of dying Council ships, their wreckage drifting aimlessly. Each spark snuffed out was another step toward his ultimate vision—a galaxy unified under his iron rule.

---
Location: Decimator – Tactical Briefing Room

POV: Thunderblast

Thunderblast practically bounced as she entered the tactical briefing room, her steps light and her grin wide. The triumph of the blitz still thrummed in her systems, and the sound of her name echoing alongside Galvatron's commands was enough to make her spark race.

"My Lord Galvatron truly outdid himself," she murmured, half to herself, as she reviewed the final reports from her Seeker squadrons. "Flawless tactics, unparalleled leadership... perfection."

She glanced around to ensure no one was watching before pulling up a holographic image of Galvatron. It was one of his earlier speeches, his frame imposing and his voice filled with conviction. Thunderblast sighed, placing a clawed hand over her chest.

"Thunderblast," a cold voice interrupted.

She whirled, straightening up as she saw Drachen standing in the doorway. His crimson optics burned into her, and though his expression was neutral, there was a faint edge of irritation.

"Commander Drachen," she greeted, her voice overly chipper. "Can I help you with something?"

"Prepare your Seekers for redeployment," Drachen said, his tone clipped. "The next sector is already being targeted."

Thunderblast nodded quickly, though her optics lingered on the doorway as Drachen turned to leave. "Of course. Anything for our glorious leader."

---
Location: Stratos Tyrannis – Decepticon Military Barracks

POV: Calyx (New Cybertronian)

The world was alive with purpose.

Calyx stood in the vast halls of the barracks, his optics adjusting to the gleaming walls and the rhythmic hum of energon lines running beneath his feet. Around him, others like him—newly forged Cybertronians—buzzed with energy. Their frames gleamed with freshly polished armor, and their optics shone with loyalty as they listened to the commands of their instructors.

He flexed his servos, marveling at the strength he felt coursing through his circuits. Born from the All-Spark and Galvatron's will, Calyx and his kind were the future of Cybertron, a generation forged in a time of war. They had no memories of the caste systems of old or the chaos of the civil war. For them, there was only one truth: Galvatron's vision.

A voice echoed through the chamber, breaking his thoughts. "Recruits! Prepare for your first deployment!"

The speaker was a towering figure clad in dark purple and silver—Nightburn. His voice was a mix of command and cold indifference, but his presence demanded respect. Calyx straightened, his frame locking into a perfect stance as he awaited his orders.

"You are the first to carry Cybertron's resurgence into the stars," Nightburn declared, his crimson optics scanning the rows of newly forged warriors. "You will not falter. You will not question. You will succeed."

The recruits responded as one, their voices echoing through the chamber: "For Cybertron! For Galvatron!"

Calyx felt a surge of pride as he joined the chant. His spark burned with purpose, the weight of his duty settling on his shoulders. He had been born for this moment. There was no past to cloud his mind, no hesitation to dull his resolve. He was a soldier of Cybertron, and the galaxy would tremble before him.

---
Location: Decimator – Observation Deck

POV: Thunderblast

Thunderblast leaned against the reinforced glass of the observation deck, her optics fixed on the swirling patterns of hyperspace outside. Despite the countless battles ahead, her thoughts were firmly elsewhere—on Galvatron.

She sighed dramatically, her claws tapping against the railing. "So strong. So commanding. How does he make it look so effortless?"

A low growl broke her reverie. "Commander Thunderblast."

She turned sharply, her optics narrowing as she saw Drachen standing behind her. His imposing frame filled the doorway, his crimson optics glowing faintly. "Shouldn't you be preparing the aerial squadrons for the next assault?"

Thunderblast smirked, waving a claw dismissively. "Oh, they're ready. I made sure of it personally. You know me—I don't leave things to chance."

Drachen's expression remained stony. "Then why are you here?"

"Admiring the view," she replied, her tone airy. "And maybe... thinking about our glorious leader. Have you noticed how commanding he is? It's... inspiring."

Drachen's optics narrowed. "Your obsession is unbecoming of a commander."

Thunderblast's smirk faltered, but only slightly. "Obsession? Please. I'm simply... enthusiastic. After all, Galvatron deserves our loyalty, doesn't he?"

Drachen stepped closer, his voice dropping to a cold whisper. "Do not mistake his patience for tolerance. Galvatron values results above all else. If you cannot focus on your duties, you will find yourself replaced."

The words hung in the air like a blade. Thunderblast glared at him but said nothing as Drachen turned and walked away, his cape billowing behind him. She crossed her arms, muttering under her breath.

"I'll show him results. I'll show all of them."

---
Location: Sigma Sector – Supply Lines POV: Nightburn

The convoy moved through the void, its glowing containers filled with energon bound for the Galactic Council's dwindling fleets. The ships were escorted by a modest defense force—enough, they thought, to deter most threats.

Nightburn watched from the shadows of his ship, the Black Talon, as the convoy unknowingly approached its doom. His optics gleamed faintly, his frame blending seamlessly with the dim interior of the command bridge.

"They don't even know we're here," his lieutenant remarked, his voice tinged with amusement.

"They won't have time to," Nightburn replied coldly. "Engage the cloaking fields. We strike in 30 cycles."

The Black Talon moved silently through the void, its hull coated with adaptive plating that rendered it invisible to sensors. Around it, a squadron of similarly outfitted Decepticon ships mirrored its movements. This was Nightburn's specialty—silent, surgical strikes that left no survivors.

When the moment came, the assault was swift and devastating. The Decepticon ships decloaked in perfect unison, their weapons firing before the Council's convoy could react. Explosions ripped through the line of transport vessels, scattering debris into the void.

Nightburn watched the destruction with cold satisfaction. The convoy's escort ships tried to form a defensive line, but it was already too late. His fighters tore through them like a pack of predators, their precision strikes dismantling the fleet with brutal efficiency.

"Leave nothing intact," Nightburn ordered. "They'll have no fuel to fight back."

By the time the battle ended, the convoy was little more than a field of smoldering wreckage. Nightburn turned away from the carnage, his voice calm as he issued his final command.

"Clean up the remains. No trace."

---
Location: Sigma Sector – Ground-Level Encampment POV: Nightburn

Nightburn moved silently among the debris, his visor dimmed to avoid detection. The battlefield was quiet now, save for the occasional groan of shifting wreckage or the faint crackle of residual energy. The Galactic Council's forces were decimated, their survivors fleeing into the wilds or buried beneath the ruins of their outposts.

As a shadow among shadows, Nightburn surveyed the conquered cities. Decepticon banners hung from ruined towers, their crimson glow a stark reminder of the invasion's cost. The people here wouldn't resist; they couldn't. The crushing weight of the Decepticons' blitz had left them shattered, their defenses obliterated.

"Nightburn to Command," he transmitted through a secure line. "Sector secured. Resistance negligible."

"Return to the fleet," Drachen's voice replied. "We move soon."

Nightburn paused, his optics scanning the horizon one last time. In the distance, the Decimator loomed, its silhouette dominating the sky. The blitz was only the beginning, and he knew the next phase would be bloodier still.

"As you command," Nightburn replied, his voice cold and quiet.

---
Location: Galactic Council Headquarters – Artaeus

POV: Admiral Krennar

The Council War Room on Artaeus buzzed with frantic energy. As the largest stronghold on the border of the core systems, Artaeus was a shining bastion of Galactic Council power, its planetary defenses unmatched in the sector. But tonight, the heart of the planet pulsed with unease.

Holograms filled the war room, flickering with dire news from the Sigma sector. Red markers—symbols of Decepticon activity—dominated the maps. Each represented a fallen world, an obliterated outpost, or a destroyed fleet. The invincible image of the Galactic Council was crumbling.

Admiral Krennar stood at the center of the chaos, his expression hard as steel. Around him, Councilors debated in panicked voices, their once-assured authority reduced to desperation.

"Sigma-Prime has fallen!" shouted an officer, his voice cutting through the noise. "Their refineries are in flames. Reports confirm... no survivors."

"Supply Depot Sigma is gone too," another officer added, his tone barely steady. "We lost all comms after their last transmission. The Decepticons annihilated their fleet and leveled the depot."

The central hologram flickered to life, displaying grainy footage from the battlefield. Onslaught's brutal siege of Sigma-Prime filled the room—a mechanical juggernaut smashing through defenses while Combaticons slaughtered fleeing soldiers. Another feed showed Drachen's forces burning the shipyards at Vercanos IV to the ground, the wreckage of half-finished warships tumbling into orbit.

Councilor Valos, a pale, wiry figure, clutched the edge of the table. "Admiral, we cannot allow this slaughter to continue! We must rally every available fleet and stop them before they reach the core systems!"

Krennar didn't reply immediately. His attention was fixed on the largest marker on the map—a hulking red triangle denoting the Decimator. He had seen planetary defense data and footage of its weaponry. Nothing in the Council's fleets could match it.

"How are they moving so quickly?" another Councilor demanded. "This campaign—this blitz—it's impossibly coordinated. How did the Decepticons, of all factions, achieve this?"

"They've unified," Krennar said at last, his voice low and sharp. "They've found a leader."

He gestured to the Decimator's holographic marker. "That is their symbol of unity. Their flagship. And I fear it's only the beginning."

Valos leaned forward, desperation in his voice. "Then Artaeus must hold. It is the last defense before the core worlds. If we fall here, the inner rim will be exposed!"

Krennar's gaze turned to the holograms of Artaeus's planetary defenses—orbital cannons, shield generators, and the Council's strongest remaining fleets. "We will hold," he said, though his tone lacked conviction. "We must."

Suddenly, alarms blared through the chamber, bathing the war room in crimson light. Krennar snapped his head to the nearest officer. "What is it?"

"Multiple warp signatures detected at the edge of the system!" the officer replied, his voice tight. "It's the Decepticons—they're here!"

The holographic map shifted, zooming out to reveal a swarm of red markers materializing on the system's edge. At their center was the unmistakable silhouette of the Decimator.

Krennar's optics burned as he turned back to the Councilors. "Evacuate immediately! The fleets must mobilize at once—"

The war room's lights flickered as the first tremors shook the building. A low, guttural rumble echoed from the heavens, followed by the sound of distant explosions. Krennar's hands tightened into fists.

"Admiral!" a comms officer shouted. "They've breached the outer perimeter. Orbital defenses are collapsing—"

The feed cut to black as another tremor rocked the room. Krennar's expression darkened. He turned to his officers, barking orders with cold efficiency. "Engage all planetary defenses. Deploy every fleet. Make them bleed for every inch."

The war room descended into chaos as Councilors scrambled for the exits, their guards escorting them toward escape shuttles. Krennar remained unmoving, his gaze fixed on the holographic marker of the Decimator.

For a moment, the feed crackled back to life, showing the fleet's vanguard colliding with Decepticon forces. The Galactic Council ships were powerful, their weapons blazing with unrelenting fury, but the Decimator's superweapon fired a single violet beam, cleaving through the formation like a blade through water.

The screen went dark again. And this time, it didn't return.

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Location: Civilian Transport "Teldar Nova" – Artaeus Space Lane POV: Reeva Tanis (Civilian)

The Teldar Nova shook violently as it exited hyperspace, its overburdened engines straining to compensate for the sudden transition. Packed with refugees fleeing the Sigma sector, the transport was a cacophony of desperate voices and restless movement.

Reeva clutched her daughter tightly, her optics darting between the viewport and the crowded corridor. Around her, families huddled together, their faces pale and drawn. The air in the ship was thick with fear, an oppressive weight that seemed to grow with every passing minute.

"Do you think Artaeus will let us land?" someone muttered nearby. A young man, barely out of his teens, sat against the bulkhead, his arms wrapped protectively around a bundle of belongings.

"They have to," another replied. "It's the last safe place. The Council will protect us."

Reeva wanted to believe it. She wanted to believe that the lights of Artaeus, shining in the distance, were a promise of safety. But her gut churned with unease. The stories she had heard—the ones she hadn't wanted her daughter to hear—painted a much darker picture.

"Mommy," her daughter whispered, tugging on her arm. "Are we safe now?"

Reeva forced a smile, stroking her daughter's hair. "We're almost there, sweetheart. Just a little longer."

Suddenly, the ship jolted, throwing passengers against the walls. Cries of alarm filled the cabin as the emergency lights flickered to life.

"What was that?" someone shouted.

Reeva turned toward the viewport, her heart stopping as a massive shadow loomed over the transport. A Decepticon warship—a sleek, angular predator bristling with weapons—descended upon them like a bird of prey. Its crimson insignia glinted ominously against the starlight.

"No..." Reeva breathed, pulling her daughter close.

The warship fired. The first volley obliterated the Nova's engines, sending the transport spiraling into the void. Screams filled the air as passengers were thrown about, their terror reaching a crescendo. Panels burst, wires sparked, and the stench of burning metal filled the cabin.

The Decepticon ship didn't stop. Another barrage struck the Nova's hull, tearing through the vessel with brutal precision. The lights went out, leaving the cabin bathed in darkness punctuated by the red glow of emergency beacons.

Reeva held her daughter tighter, her optics filled with tears. "Close your eyes, sweetheart," she whispered. "Just close your eyes."

A final explosion ripped through the ship, consuming the Teldar Nova in a blinding burst of light. When the flames died, all that remained was debris, drifting aimlessly in the cold void.

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Location: Decimator – Command Chamber POV: Galvatron

The Decimator's command chamber was silent save for the rhythmic hum of energy conduits. Galvatron stood at the central display, his crimson optics fixed on the tactical holograms. With every passing moment, another world fell, another system succumbed to the iron will of Cybertron and his Decepticon Empire.

His thoughts were not on the logistics of the campaign—those he left to Drachen and Shockwave—but on the greater vision that fueled his actions. The Galactic Council was a relic, clinging to outdated ideals. They represented stagnation, a failure to adapt to the ever-changing tides of power. In contrast, the Decepticons were the future, their strength forged through fire and conflict.

"Strength is the only truth," Galvatron said aloud, his voice reverberating through the chamber. "Weakness is a disease, and the Galactic Council is riddled with it."

He turned to the hologram of Shockwave, who observed from his distant laboratory. "Their fleets are scattered, their leaders panicked. But tell me, Shockwave, what do you see when you analyze them?"

Shockwave's single optic glowed faintly as he responded. "I see potential though they are organic they can be forged into something more."

Galvatron smirked. "An interesting thought. But a thought it will be I see a vision of Cybertronian dominant galaxy and remember my friend it may seem cruel to eradicate them but on a grander scale there are multiverses full of them and we require a staging ground to combat the threats I have seen."

He turned away, his claws tracing the edges of the holographic map. "In years to come when this galaxy looks upon the ruins of the Council, they will see more than devastation. They will see Cybertronian supremacy. They will see me and the strength that represents."

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Location: Conquered World Erion V – Outer District

POV: Elira Velton (Civilian)

The air was thick with smoke and despair. Erion V, once a thriving industrial hub, now lay in ruins. The Decepticons had descended like a plague, their ships blotting out the sun, their weapons reducing the city to rubble in hours. Resistance had been crushed before it could even take form.

Elira stood in line with dozens of other captives, her hands bound in front of her, her legs trembling as she was pushed forward. Around her, the cries of children and the muffled sobs of the defeated filled the air. The acrid smell of burning metal clung to everything, making it hard to breathe.

Ahead, the execution platform loomed—a stark reminder of their impending fate. The Decepticons were everywhere, their massive frames casting shadows over the broken civilians. Their crimson optics gleamed in the dim light, emotionless and cold, as they herded the captives with ruthless efficiency.

"Move!" barked one of the towering warriors, his metallic voice grinding like machinery. Elira stumbled forward, her bare feet scraping against the cracked ground. Beside her, a man faltered and fell, only to be lifted like a ragdoll and thrown aside by one of their captors. He didn't move again.

Elira craned her neck, daring to look at the figures that had destroyed her home. They stood impossibly tall, their armor gleaming like polished obsidian. They were not just soldiers—they were titans, beings of unimaginable power. One of them, his massive form framed by jagged crimson plating, stepped onto the execution platform. His fusion cannon hummed ominously, the sound filling the square.

The first prisoner was forced to their knees at the base of the platform. There was no ceremony, no words of judgment. The cannon fired, and the captive crumpled to the ground in an instant, their body reduced to lifeless metal.

A collective gasp rippled through the line of captives. Some sobbed openly; others merely stared, their faces hollow with resignation. Elira felt her legs weaken as she was pushed closer to the front of the line. She wanted to scream, to cry, to run, but there was no escape. The Decepticons loomed on all sides, their presence inescapable.

The next captive was dragged forward, a young man no older than twenty. He looked back at the crowd, his eyes wide with terror, before the cannon fired again, silencing him forever.

One by one, the line moved forward, and one by one, they fell. Elira's breath hitched as she reached the edge of the platform. She could feel the heat of the cannon, see the lifeless bodies piled in a heap below. She closed her eyes, her mind filled with thoughts of her daughter—hidden away in the ruins, far from the square. She clung to the faint hope that her child would survive, even if she would not.

The last sound she heard was the hum of the fusion cannon.

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Location: Vercanos IV – Predaking's Hunt

POV: Predaking

The ruins were silent but for the faint crackle of distant fires. Predaking moved through the devastation like a shadow, his massive frame low to the ground, his talons scraping against the metal floor. The air was heavy with the scent of energon and fear, his senses sharp and unyielding as he hunted.

In the distance, faint whispers carried on the wind. The organics thought they could hide, huddled in the crumbled remains of their outpost. Predaking tilted his head, the faint glow of his optics piercing the gloom. His movements were slow, deliberate, each step calculated to mask his presence.

He crouched behind a shattered wall, his nostrils flaring as he caught their scent. There were three of them—two soldiers and a technician, their bodies trembling as they whispered frantic plans of escape. Predaking could hear their hearts pounding, smell the sweat of their fear. They were prey, and the hunt was nearly over.

With a single, powerful leap, Predaking launched himself into their midst. His talons struck first, tearing through one of the soldiers before they could react. The others screamed, scrambling backward as their weapons fired wildly into the dark. The shots sparked harmlessly off his armor.

The second soldier tried to run. Predaking's tail lashed out, striking him with a sickening crack. He fell, his body limp as it hit the ground. The technician remained, frozen in terror, his hands raised in a futile gesture of surrender. Predaking's massive jaws opened, his hot breath washing over his prey before clamping down with a crunch.

The ruins were silent once more. Predaking straightened, his frame towering over the carnage. His optics scanned the horizon, but his quarry was gone. For now. There would be more hunts, more prey to test his strength.

Without a sound, he vanished into the shadows.

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Location: Stratos Tyrannis – War Memorial Square POV: Calyx (New Cybertronian)

The square of Stratos Tyrannis was alive with energy, a stark contrast to the cold efficiency of the barracks where Calyx had been forged. Massive holographic banners bearing the Decepticon insignia hung from towering spires, casting a crimson glow across the plaza. Hundreds of Cybertronians filled the space, their voices rising in unison as they celebrated their triumphs.

Calyx stood near the edge of the square, his optics wide as he took in the sight. For a newly forged soldier like him, the spectacle was overwhelming. He could feel the energy in the air, the raw power of unity that radiated from his comrades. They had returned victorious from the campaign's first phase, their frames gleaming with the pride of conquest.

In the center of the square stood a massive monument—a jagged, metallic obelisk that pulsed with faint purple light. It was a beacon, a reminder of their shared purpose and the strength of their leader. At its base, Decepticon officers mingled with newly forged Cybertronians, their voices loud and animated.

A booming voice cut through the noise, silencing the crowd. Calyx turned, his optics locking onto the towering figure of Drachen as he stepped onto the central dais. The crimson glow of his optics seemed to pierce through the haze of celebration.

"Decepticons!" Drachen's voice carried across the square, commanding absolute attention. "Today, we celebrate not just victory, but the promise of what is to come."

The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices blending into a symphony of loyalty and fervor. Calyx felt his spark swell with pride as he joined the chant, his voice merging with those of his brothers and sisters.

Drachen raised a hand, silencing the crowd once more. "The Galactic Council believed themselves untouchable. They believed their fleets, their defenses, their worlds could withstand the might of Cybertron. They were wrong."

He gestured to the obelisk behind him. "This monument stands as a testament to our strength, to the unyielding will of our leader. Our Lord Galvatron has shown us the way. Under his command, we will not falter. We will not break."

The crowd's response was deafening. Calyx felt his circuits hum with the energy of the moment, his loyalty to Lord Galvatron solidified even further. He looked around, seeing the same fervor mirrored in the faces of his comrades.

As the cheers began to subside, Drachen stepped aside, making way for another figure. Calyx's optics widened as he recognized Galvatron himself, his imposing frame illuminated by the glow of the monument. The crowd fell silent, their anticipation palpable.

Galvatron's optics swept over the assembled Cybertronians, his presence alone commanding their unwavering attention. When he spoke, his voice was calm yet filled with power.

"Decepticons," he began, "you have done well. Each of you has played a part in this campaign, proving that our unity and strength is our greatest strength. But this is only the beginning."

He gestured toward the obelisk. "This monument is not merely a symbol of our victory. It is a reminder of our purpose. The Galactic Council stands as a relic of a stagnant era. We are the storm that will sweep them away and we together shall forge a new era of Decepticon supermancy."

The crowd roared in agreement, their voices echoing through the square. Calyx felt his spark burn brighter as he gazed up at Lord Galvatron, the embodiment of strength and purpose made manifest for he could do no wrong he who brought our race back he who defended us.

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Location: Sigma-Prime – Surface of a Conquered World POV: Onslaught

The refinery burned in the distance, its plumes of smoke twisting into the darkened sky. Onslaught stood at the edge of the ruined city, his optics scanning the devastation his forces had wrought. The Galactic Council's defenders had been obliterated, their resistance crumbling under the might of the Combaticons.

Now, it was time to send a message.

"Prepare the insignia," Onslaught commanded, his voice low and measured. "Make it visible from orbit."

Swindle and Brawl moved quickly, their frames disappearing into the ruins. Onslaught's optics followed them for a moment before turning to the massive platform that had been erected at the center of the city. It was a crude structure, built from the remnants of the Council's defenses, but it would serve its purpose.

Minutes later, the ground trembled as the insignia was unveiled. A massive Decepticon emblem, its jagged edges glowing with molten metal, was raised into the air. The heat radiating from it warped the air, casting distorted shadows over the city. From orbit, the symbol would dominate the landscape, a stark reminder of who now controlled Sigma-Prime.

Onslaught stepped back, his frame towering over the gathered soldiers. "This is what happens to those who defy us," he said, his voice carrying across the ruins. "Let it stand as a warning to all who dare oppose Cybertron and our Lord Galvatron."

The soldiers responded with a salute, their movements precise and unified. Onslaught's optics narrowed as he looked toward the horizon. This world was just one of many. The Galactic Council would learn to fear the Decepticon insignia, burned into the surface of every planet they conquered.

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Location: Decimator – Command Chamber
POV: Galvatron

Galvatron stood at the tactical display, his optics glowing with satisfaction. The Galactic Council's worlds burned, their symbols of power reduced to ash. He could see the glowing markers of conquered planets on the hologram, each one a testament to the might of Cybertron.

"Their fear grows," Shockwave's voice crackled over the comm. "We have intercepted transmissions from the Council. Their leadership is fractured. Their fleets are disorganized."

Galvatron's claws traced the edges of the hologram as a faint smile crossed his face. "Good. Let them panic. Let them see the shadow of their demise creeping ever closer."

He turned to face his lieutenants—Drachen, Thunderblast, and Nightburn—each standing at attention. "The next phase begins now. We will strike deeper into their territories, taking their core systems and leaving their remnants scattered."

"Understood, my Lord," Drachen replied, his voice firm.

Galvatron stepped forward, his presence commanding. "Remember this: every world we take, every fleet we destroy, brings us closer to our destiny. Cybertron will rise. And the galaxy will kneel."

The room fell silent as Galvatron's words sank in. Outside, the Decimator prepared for its next assault, its engines humming with power. The blitz was far from over.

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Location: Galactic Council Fleet – Sector Artaeus POV: Admiral Krennar

The bridge of the Sovereign Flame was a cacophony of voices and flashing lights. Officers barked orders, their hands flying over consoles as the fleet mobilized. Outside the viewport, Artaeus's orbital defenses bristled with activity, their turrets swiveling to lock onto the approaching Decepticon fleet.

Admiral Krennar stood at the center of it all, his face a mask of grim determination. This was it—the last stand before the Decepticons breached the core systems. If Artaeus fell, there would be nothing left to stop them from reaching the inner rim and the Council's homeworlds.

"How many ships do we have in the field?" Krennar demanded.

"Thirty-seven capital ships and sixty-three escorts, Admiral," an officer replied, her voice tense. "The planetary cannons are operational, and our reinforcements are en route."

"En route isn't good enough," Krennar snapped. "We need them now."

The holographic display flickered, showing the Decepticon fleet as it advanced. Their numbers were staggering—dozens of massive warships flanked by swarms of smaller vessels. At their center loomed the Decimator, its jagged hull illuminated by the glow of its engines.

"They're holding formation," the tactical officer reported. "They're... waiting."

Krennar's optics narrowed. "They're toying with us. They know they can crush us, but they want us to see it coming."

A sudden flash of light drew his attention to the viewport. The Decimator's primary weapon fired, a beam of violet energy that tore through one of the orbital platforms. The platform erupted in a fiery explosion, its debris scattering across the planet's atmosphere.

"Target their flagship!" Krennar barked. "All ships, fire at will!"

The fleet's guns roared to life, filling the void with streaks of plasma and missile trails. The Decimator absorbed the onslaught, its shields flaring brightly but holding firm. Smaller Decepticon ships broke off, their engines blazing as they closed the distance to the Council's fleet.

The battle had begun.

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Location: Decimator – Command Deck
POV: Galvatron

Galvatron stood at the heart of the Decimator's command deck, his optics fixed on the unfolding chaos. The Council's fleet fired desperately, their weapons a futile attempt to stem the tide of destruction. Around him, his officers worked with precision, their movements a testament to Decepticon discipline.

"Focus fire on their command vessels," Galvatron commanded. "Leave their escorts for Thunderblast's fighters."

"Yes, my Lord," Drachen replied, his voice steady. "The Sovereign Flame is moving to intercept."

Galvatron's optics glinted. "Let them come. They will see the futility of their defiance."

The Decimator's weapons lit up, unleashing a barrage of energy beams and missiles. One by one, the Council's capital ships fell, their hulls breaking apart under the relentless assault. Galvatron's frame remained motionless, a pillar of control amidst the chaos.

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Location: Decimator – Aerial Assault Wing POV: Thunderblast

"This is too easy!" Thunderblast's voice crackled over the comms, her laughter carrying an edge of manic glee. Her Seeker squadrons weaved through the Council's formations, their plasma cannons ripping apart escorts and fighters alike.

"Skyfire, cover my six!" she barked, rolling her jet form to avoid a missile volley. "Let's show these weaklings what happens when they face Cybertron's skies!"

Her fighters responded with precision, their movements a symphony of destruction. Thunderblast smirked as she watched another escort ship spiral out of control, its engines engulfed in flames.

"This is why we're the best," she muttered to herself, her optics gleaming. "Galvatron will see—he'll see how indispensable I am."

A transmission from the Decimator cut through her thoughts. Drachen's voice, cold and sharp, filled her comms. "Thunderblast, focus your attack. The Sovereign Flame is moving to flank the Decimator."

"Already on it," she replied, though her tone lacked its usual enthusiasm. Drachen's presence always had a way of souring her mood. Still, she couldn't deny the thrill of proving her worth on the battlefield.


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Location: Sovereign Flame – Bridge POV: Admiral Krennar

The bridge shook violently as another explosion rocked the Sovereign Flame. Krennar gripped the edge of the tactical table, his optics locked on the holographic display. The Decepticons were overwhelming them, their coordination flawless and their firepower unmatched.

"Admiral, the Decimator is targeting us directly!" an officer shouted.

"Brace for impact!" Krennar roared.

The beam struck the ship with a deafening roar, tearing through its shields and cutting deep into its hull. Alarms blared as fires erupted across the bridge, sparks raining down from damaged consoles.

"Damage report!" Krennar demanded.

"We've lost half our weapon systems and main propulsion!" the officer replied, her voice strained. "The Decimator's next shot will finish us!"

Krennar's optics burned with frustration. He had fought countless battles, faced impossible odds, but this—this was different. The Decepticons were more than a military force; they were a storm, unrelenting and merciless.

A new transmission crackled over the comms, but it wasn't from his fleet. It was Galvatron.

"Admiral Krennar," the voice said, calm and measured. "Your resistance has been commendable, but it ends here. You face the will of Cybertron. Surrender, and your death will be swift."

Krennar clenched his fists. "Never."

"So be it," Galvatron replied, his voice devoid of emotion.

The Decimator fired once more, its beam cutting through the Sovereign Flame. The flagship split apart, its remains swallowed by the void. Krennar's final thought was of Artaeus, and the countless lives he had failed to protect.

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Location: Artaeus – Surface of the Capital City POV: Civilians in the Square

The sky above Artaeus burned.

From the central square, civilians looked on in horror as the orbital defenses failed one by one. Fiery debris rained down, striking the city with devastating force. The once-proud capital of the Galactic Council's outer sectors was collapsing, its people powerless to stop it.

A young woman clutched her child as Decepticon warships descended, their dark forms casting shadows over the ruins. Soldiers marched through the streets, their frames towering over the frightened masses. Resistance was futile; the Decepticons had made that abundantly clear.

A deep, mechanical voice boomed from the sky, amplified by the descending ships. "Citizens of Artaeus, your world belongs to Cybertron. Submit, or be annihilated."

The woman squeezed her child tightly, tears streaming down her face. Around her, others fell to their knees, their faces pale with terror. The march of the Decepticons grew louder, their presence suffocating.

A single shot rang out, silencing the square. The message was clear: there would be no mercy.

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Location: Artaeus – Central Command District POV: Galvatron

The streets of Artaeus were awash in fire and rubble. Decepticon banners hung from the shattered remnants of the Galactic Council's once-proud architecture, their crimson glow casting eerie shadows over the ruined city. Galvatron walked at the head of his forces, his stride steady and unyielding. Behind him, Drachen, Nightburn, and a cadre of elite warriors moved with precision, their weapons at the ready.

A lone battalion of Galactic Council soldiers had gathered near the central command district, their energy shields shimmering under the light of the burning city. They were the last defenders of Artaeus, a desperate force clinging to the faint hope of survival.

Galvatron paused, his optics narrowing as he assessed the battlefield. "Drachen," he said, his voice calm but commanding. "Take the left flank. Nightburn, secure the perimeter. Ensure no one escapes."

"Yes, my Lord," they responded in unison, peeling off with their squads. Galvatron stepped forward, his frame towering over the rubble-strewn streets. The soldiers ahead raised their weapons, their fear palpable even from a distance.

A single energy blast cut through the silence, striking the ground near Galvatron's feet. He didn't flinch. Instead, he raised his fusion cannon, the barrel glowing with ominous energy.

"You dare?" he said, his voice a low growl that reverberated through the ruins. Without another word, he fired. The cannon's blast tore through the defensive line, scattering debris and bodies alike.

The surviving soldiers hesitated, their resolve wavering. Galvatron strode forward, his clawed hands flexing with anticipation. One of the defenders—a young officer with trembling hands—raised his weapon and fired. The shot struck Galvatron's chest but barely left a scorch mark.

Galvatron's optics locked onto the officer, and in a flash, he was upon him. With one swift motion, Galvatron's claw crushed the weapon and sent the soldier sprawling. He loomed over the fallen officer, his frame casting a shadow that seemed to envelop the man entirely.

"This," Galvatron said, his voice filled with disdain, "is the best the Galactic Council can muster? Pathetic."

He raised the soldier by his collar, his claws tightening around the fragile metal. "Let your death be a message."

With a single, brutal motion, Galvatron hurled the officer into the ranks of his comrades. The body struck the ground with a sickening crunch, sending the defenders into chaos.

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Location: Central Command District – Side Street POV: A Galactic Council Soldier

The battle was lost. Every instinct screamed at him to run, to find a corner to hide in, but there was nowhere to go. The towering figure of Galvatron dominated the battlefield, his fusion cannon blazing with unrelenting fury. Every shot carved through the ranks of the defenders, their screams swallowed by the roar of destruction.

The soldier crouched behind a crumbled wall, his heart pounding in his chest. Around him, the sounds of combat raged—explosions, the shriek of twisting metal, the mechanical roars of the Decepticons. He peeked over the edge of the rubble, his optics widening as he saw Galvatron wade through the fray.

"Fall back!" someone shouted, but it was futile. Galvatron was everywhere, his frame a blur of lethal motion. He tore through the defenders with a precision that was almost surgical, his claws rending armor and flesh with equal ease. Each step he took left behind a trail of carnage, his crimson optics glowing like the fires of some unholy forge.

The soldier turned to run, but a shadow fell over him. He froze, his body trembling as he turned to see Galvatron towering above him. The Decepticon leader tilted his head, his optics narrowing as if deciding whether the soldier was even worth the effort.

"Run," Galvatron said, his voice cold and final. "Tell your leaders what you have seen."

The soldier didn't hesitate. He scrambled to his feet and ran, his legs carrying him as far from the battlefield as they could. But even as he fled, he knew the truth—there was no escaping Galvatron. There was no escape for anyone.

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Location: Central Command District – Galvatron's Final Strike POV: Galvatron

The battlefield was silent now, save for the crackle of distant fires. The defenders had been broken, their forces scattered or destroyed. Galvatron stood amidst the ruins, his frame unmarred despite the ferocity of the battle. Around him, the remains of the Galactic Council's last stand lay in smoldering heaps.

"Report," he said, his voice cutting through the stillness.

Drachen approached, his frame darkened with soot but otherwise unharmed. "The perimeter is secure. No survivors."

"Good," Galvatron replied. He turned to the central command building, its once-pristine facade now a crumbled wreck. "The Council thought this place was untouchable. They were wrong."

He raised his fusion cannon, aiming it at the base of the structure. The cannon fired, its beam slicing through the building's supports. With a groan of metal and stone, the structure collapsed, its fall sending a plume of dust and debris into the sky.

"Artaeus is ours," Galvatron declared, his voice echoing across the ruins. He turned to face his forces, his optics burning with purpose. "This is only the beginning. The Council will fall. The galaxy will kneel."


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Location: Decimator – Command Deck POV: Thunderblast

Thunderblast watched the scene unfold on the command deck's main display, her optics wide with a mix of awe and something far more personal. "He's magnificent," she whispered to herself, her claws tightening against the console. "Absolutely unstoppable."

"Focus, Commander," Drachen's voice cut through her thoughts as he entered the room. "We're not done yet."

Thunderblast shot him a glare but said nothing, her attention returning to the display. Galvatron's silhouette stood tall against the backdrop of destruction, his presence commanding even from a distance.

"All hail Galvatron," she murmured, a grin spreading across her face.

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Location: Stratos Tyrannis – Victory Square

POV: Calyx (New Cybertronian)

The square of Stratos Tyrannis had become a sea of light and sound, the newly forged Cybertronian capital erupting in celebration. Massive banners bearing the Decepticon insignia hung from towering spires, their crimson glow illuminating the jubilant crowd below. The air vibrated with the rhythmic chants of "All hail Galvatron!" and "Cybertron supreme!"

Calyx stood near the front of the assembly, his optics wide with awe. Beside him, other newly forged soldiers shouted themselves hoarse, their fists raised in unity. For Calyx, this moment was a revelation. They had seen battle, experienced the chaos of war firsthand, and yet here they stood—victorious, unbroken.

At the center of the square, a raised dais stood illuminated, flanked by rows of elite warriors. On it stood Galvatron himself, his imposing frame a beacon of power and purpose. Beside him were Drachen, Nightburn, and Thunderblast, each flanking him like living avatars of Cybertronian might.

Galvatron raised a clawed hand, and the crowd fell silent instantly. The weight of his presence was palpable, the very air seeming to hum with his energy. His optics swept over the gathered masses, and when he spoke, his voice was a thunderclap that resonated through every spark.

"Decepticons," he began, his tone calm yet commanding, "today marks the first step in our ascension."

The crowd erupted again, their cheers shaking the square. Galvatron allowed them a moment before raising his hand once more, silencing them with ease.

"For too long, the Galactic Council has clung to power they do not deserve," he continued, his voice rising with conviction. "They hoard resources, they stagnate, they betray the very principles they claim to uphold. But we have shown them the truth."

He gestured toward a massive hologram that flickered to life above the dais, showing scenes of their conquests. Worlds burned under Decepticon firepower, their defenses shattered, their rulers fleeing in terror.

"We are the future," Galvatron declared, his optics burning like molten fire. "Where they cling to weakness, we embrace strength. Where they falter, we rise. And we will continue to rise until this galaxy is ours!"

The square erupted into chants of "Rise up! Rise up!" Calyx's voice joined the chorus, his spark ablaze with purpose. Galvatron's words were more than inspiration—they were truth.

"And so I ask you, my warriors, my brothers and sisters," Galvatron said, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. "Will you fight with me? Will you conquer with me? Will you rise with me?"

The response was deafening. "We will rise! All hail Galvatron!"

Galvatron's smirk widened. "Then prepare yourselves. The Council's core worlds await. Transform... and rise up!"

"Rise up! Rise up!" the chant thundered through the square, a symphony of loyalty and fury.

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Location: Decimator – Command Chamber

POV: Galvatron

The victory celebration had left Galvatron with a rare moment of satisfaction. Seated on the Decimator's command throne, he reviewed the latest reports. His fleet was consolidating their gains, their conquests proceeding with ruthless efficiency. The Galactic Council's territories were crumbling, their forces scattered and demoralized.

Shockwave's hologram materialized before him, the scientist's singular optic glowing faintly. "The data from our recent campaigns is promising, my Lord. The Council's logistical framework is unraveling faster than anticipated."

"Good," Galvatron replied, his tone measured. "And the next phase?"

Shockwave tilted his head slightly. "Our forces are positioned to strike at the core worlds within the next cycle. However, I have identified potential resistance pockets that may require... adjustment."

Galvatron's optics narrowed. "Resistance is irrelevant. We will crush them."

"Of course, my Lord," Shockwave said. "I have also made progress on the next generation of combat units. Their production will bolster our forces for the coming campaigns."

Galvatron nodded, leaning back in his throne. "See to it that they are ready. The core worlds will not fall without a fight."


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Location: Kaon – Night District

POV: Nightburn

The bar was a mix of chaos and revelry. Decepticon soldiers filled the room, their voices loud and boisterous as they toasted their victories. Energon cubes clinked together in makeshift toasts, and the air buzzed with the hum of countless conversations.

Nightburn sat in a shadowed corner, his optics scanning the room. He wasn't one for celebrations, but his presence here served a purpose. Among the revelers were his operatives, their subtle nods confirming the flow of information. Even in victory, vigilance was essential.

A squad of PBM units—Galvatron's experimental heavy soldiers—stood near the bar, their massive frames drawing attention even in this crowd. One of them raised a cube high, his voice booming. "To Lord Galvatron! May his reign be eternal!"

The room erupted in agreement, the chant of "All hail Galvatron!" reverberating through the walls. Nightburn allowed himself a faint smile. Loyalty like this was a weapon, and under Galvatron's leadership, it had become an unstoppable force.

As the celebration continued, Nightburn's comm link buzzed softly. He tapped the side of his helm, activating the private channel.

"Report," he said, his voice low.

A scout's voice crackled through the line. "Intel confirms the Council's remaining fleets are regrouping near the Zaranthi Nebula. Resistance is expected."

Nightburn's optics narrowed. "Understood. Continue observation and await further orders."

He ended the transmission, his gaze returning to the room. The soldiers' celebrations were well-earned, but the war was far from over. Rising from his seat, he moved toward the exit, his steps silent amidst the chaos.

A/N
I know this may be a bit confusing but I'll add some info logs and character photos to give you all a reference and a bit of history about this, is at the time it was my biggest chapter.

 

[Devastator21]

Galactic Council War Room:

The sprawling Galactic Council War Room hummed with barely restrained energy. Representatives from countless civilizations filled the chamber, their holographic projections shimmering in the dim light. At the center of the room, the image of Cybertron rotated slowly, a grim reminder of the devastation wrought by Galvatron and his Decepticons.

High Arbiter Delan stood at the head of the assembly, his pale, humanoid face set in grim determination. The murmurs of dissent and frustration swirled around him like a storm, each voice a cacophony of anger, fear, and desperation.

"We cannot allow this affront to go unanswered!" bellowed Arvid Skhal, a towering figure from the Vraug Coalition. His armored form gleamed under the chamber's lights, and his guttural voice carried across the room. "Galvatron has obliterated one of our fleets. The Council's inaction has emboldened him!"

"And what would you have us do?" hissed Lian-Tyr, a serpentine delegate from the Dracon Syndicate. Her scales glimmered like molten gold as she coiled around her dais. "Throw more fleets into the void for him to crush? Our ships are stretched thin as it is."

Arvid's fists slammed against his podium, the sound reverberating through the room. "We must consolidate our forces, form a grand fleet capable of overwhelming him!"

"And who will command this fleet?" countered the insectoid Xaltan representative, her mandibles clicking with irritation. "Certainly not the Vraug, who barely held their lines in the last engagement."

"Enough," High Arbiter Delan said, his voice cutting through the din like a blade. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him. "We face an unprecedented threat. Galvatron's resurgence has destabilized the balance of power in the galaxy. If we fail to act decisively, we risk the annihilation of everything we have built."

He gestured toward the holographic display, which shifted to show the Decimator unleashing its devastating superweapon. The violet beam sliced through the Galactic Council fleet, reducing entire capital ships to ash. Gasps rippled through the chamber as the footage replayed.

"This is the power we are up against," Delan continued. "A weapon capable of annihilating entire fleets. Galvatron has unified the Decepticons under his banner, and his ambitions will not end with Cybertron. If we allow him to grow unchecked, he will come for us all."

The room buzzed with uneasy murmurs as delegates exchanged worried glances. Delan allowed the silence to stretch for a moment before speaking again.

"Therefore, I propose the formation of a Galactic Defense Coalition," he said. "A unified force drawn from all member civilizations. Together, we can pool our resources, technology, and manpower to create a fleet capable of challenging Galvatron."

The chamber erupted into chaos as delegates voiced their objections.

"You expect us to trust our fleets in the hands of other species?" demanded the Taren Commonwealth representative, his voice tinged with distrust. "What's to stop one of our 'allies' from using this coalition to seize power for themselves?"

"Unity is our only chance at survival," Delan replied firmly. "Galvatron's forces have already outpaced our individual militaries. We must put aside our differences if we are to stand a chance."

"And what of the Autobots?" asked a small, rodent-like delegate from the Varx Compact. "They are Cybertronians too. Should we not reach out to them for aid?"

The suggestion hung in the air, met with a mix of shock and disdain. Lian-Tyr's serpentine form writhed with agitation. "The Autobots are no better than the Decepticons," she hissed. "They have waged war across the stars for centuries. Bringing them into our ranks would be inviting chaos."

"And yet they have fought against the Decepticons for just as long," countered Delan. "They are the only faction with firsthand experience of Galvatron's tactics. Their insight could prove invaluable."

As the debate raged on, a figure stepped forward from the shadows at the edge of the chamber. Tall and imposing, clad in ceremonial armor that gleamed with ancient runes, High Admiral Kael Varn of the Drelian Ascendancy commanded immediate attention. His silver eyes scanned the room, and when he spoke, his voice was calm but unyielding.

"The Arbiter is correct," Varn said. "If we are to defeat Galvatron, we must unite under a single banner. The Drelian Ascendancy offers its fleets and resources to the Galactic Defense Coalition. But I will not place my trust in a fractured council. This coalition needs a leader—someone with the experience and resolve to see this war through."

A ripple of unease spread through the chamber. "And you propose yourself, I assume?" Lian-Tyr said, her voice dripping with skepticism.

"I do," Varn replied without hesitation. "I have commanded fleets across three campaigns against the K'rivon Hegemony. I understand the intricacies of interstellar warfare. And unlike many in this room, I am not afraid to make the difficult decisions required to ensure victory."

His words hung in the air, their weight undeniable. Slowly, delegates began to murmur their agreement. The Xaltan representative clicked her mandibles in approval. "If anyone can lead us to victory, it is High Admiral Varn."

"Very well," Delan said, nodding toward Varn. "If there are no objections, High Admiral Kael Varn will assume command of the Galactic Defense Coalition. Let us proceed with the formation of this alliance."

The holographic table in the Galactic Council War Room pulsed with energy, displaying a fragmented map of the galaxy. Dozens of sectors flashed red, signaling territory either lost to Decepticon influence or under immediate threat of destabilization. The enormity of the crisis loomed over every delegate present.

High Arbiter Delan stood at the center, his expression grim. "This is the situation we face," he said, gesturing toward the map. "Galvatron's forces have already begun their expansion. Cybertron's neighboring sectors report significant Decepticon activity—raiding supply depots, targeting key outposts, and eliminating resistance. His ambitions are clear. If we fail to act now, the galaxy will burn."

The room was silent, the weight of his words pressing down on the delegates. High Admiral Kael Varn broke the stillness, his voice commanding yet measured. "To face Galvatron, we must first secure alliances. No single species can stand against the Decepticons alone, but together, we may have a chance."


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The Call for Unity

Delan nodded, turning his attention to the delegates. "We are dispatching emissaries to every corner of the galaxy. Our goal is to forge alliances with every willing civilization. Trade partners, neutral factions, even ancient rivals—no stone can be left unturned."

The suggestion drew murmurs of dissent. The Xaltan representative leaned forward, her mandibles clicking in frustration. "You expect us to align with species we've been at odds with for centuries? How can we trust them in such a fragile coalition?"

"We don't have to trust them completely," Varn interjected. "We only need them to fear Galvatron more than they distrust us. That fear will drive them to our side."

Lian-Tyr, the serpentine Dracon representative, coiled tighter around her dais. "Even so, we will need time—cycles, if not longer—to negotiate terms. Galvatron will not wait for us to prepare."

"No, he won't," Varn agreed, his silver eyes narrowing. "Which is why we must act with urgency. I will personally oversee the coalition-building efforts, ensuring no faction hesitates unnecessarily."

The Council's decision marked the beginning of a monumental undertaking. Fleets of diplomatic ships spread across the galaxy, each one carrying emissaries tasked with convincing hesitant civilizations to join the Galactic Defense Coalition. The challenges were immediate and numerous.

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The Arkansis Protectorate

A delegation arrived at the Arkansis home fleet, a sprawling armada of nomadic ships known for their unparalleled stealth technology. The Arkansis, a race of insectoid warriors, were legendary for their hit-and-run tactics, but their isolationist nature made them difficult to approach.

As the Council's emissaries presented their case, the Arkansis Matriarch listened in silence. Her multifaceted eyes betrayed no emotion as she considered the proposal.

"You ask us to fight a war that is not ours," the Matriarch finally said, her voice a low, chittering hum. "Why should we risk our fleet for your cause?"

The lead emissary stepped forward. "Because if Galvatron is not stopped, his forces will consume all they encounter. You value survival above all else, Matriarch. Joining us is the only way to ensure your fleet endures."

The Matriarch's mandibles twitched in thought. "We will consider your offer. But know this—if your coalition falters, we will withdraw without hesitation."


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The Skaar Dominion

The Skaar Dominion was a civilization built on conquest and brute strength. Their warships were massive, heavily armored, and bristling with weaponry, but their reputation for ruthlessness made them a controversial ally.

When the Council's emissaries arrived, they were met with suspicion. Skaar generals, towering reptilian figures clad in spiked armor, growled their discontent at the notion of cooperation.

"We are conquerors, not defenders," snarled General Krath, his claws tapping against the hilt of his plasma blade. "Why should we bend to the whims of weaker species?"

High Admiral Varn, who had personally accompanied this delegation, met Krath's gaze unflinchingly. "Because Galvatron will see you as a threat and crush you before you have the chance to retaliate. Join us, and you will stand as equals among the galaxy's most powerful forces."

Krath's eyes gleamed with intrigue. "Equals, you say? Prove your words, Admiral. We will join your coalition—on the condition that we are given command of the front-line assault."

Varn's lips curled into a faint smirk. "We will see."


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The Solari Concordat

Unlike the Skaar or Arkansis, the Solari Concordat was a peaceful civilization, known for their groundbreaking advancements in energy and weaponry. Convincing them to support a war effort was no easy task.

The Solari High Chancellor, a frail yet brilliant humanoid with crystalline skin, listened intently as the emissaries described the threat Galvatron posed.

"You ask us to divert our research and resources toward destruction," the Chancellor said, her voice soft but firm. "Our principles forbid us from aiding in such endeavors."

"Chancellor," Varn said, stepping forward, "your principles will mean nothing if your civilization is reduced to ash. Galvatron's weaponry surpasses anything we've seen before. Your expertise is the only hope we have of countering it."

The Chancellor hesitated, her crystalline features flickering with doubt. "Very well. We will contribute our knowledge—but only in defense. We will not condone reckless aggression."

Not all negotiations went smoothly. Some factions refused outright, citing distrust of the Council or unwillingness to involve themselves in another galactic war. Others demanded exorbitant concessions, straining the coalition's resources.

In one particularly disastrous encounter, the emissaries to the Krevvon Hierarchy were detained and nearly executed, forcing Varn to divert a task force to rescue them. The incident sparked heated debates within the Council, with some questioning whether the effort was worth the cost.

"We cannot afford to lose focus," Delan reminded the assembly during an emergency session. "Every ally we secure is another step toward survival."

The flagship Eclipse drifted in the quiet void of deep space, its massive silhouette framed by the flickering light of distant stars. High Admiral Kael Varn stood on the bridge, his hands clasped tightly behind his back as he gazed at the assembled fleet before him. Hundreds of ships of varying designs and origins orbited in loose formations, their gleaming hulls reflecting the dim light of the system's binary stars.

It should have been a sight to inspire hope. Instead, it filled him with unease.

"Status report," Varn commanded, his voice cutting through the low hum of the bridge's systems.

One of the junior officers at a nearby console straightened. "Admiral, fleet integration is proceeding, but slowly. Coordinating maneuvers between species with such varied designs and technologies is proving... challenging."

Varn nodded, though his jaw tightened. The integration process was taking far longer than anticipated. While the coalition fleet had grown in size, its cohesion was another matter entirely. Species that had once been bitter rivals were now forced to fight side by side, and their lingering mistrust created fractures that no amount of discipline could fully mend.

"Admiral." A crisp voice broke his thoughts. His aide, a slender Drelian with a datapad tucked under one arm, approached with the stiff posture of someone bearing bad news. "Reports have just arrived from the frontier sectors."

Varn turned, his silver eyes narrowing. "What's the situation?"

The aide hesitated, a rare show of discomfort that made Varn's stomach twist. "Three outposts have fallen in the past two cycles. Galvatron's forces hit hard and fast—there were no survivors."

The words hung in the air like a shadow, darkening the already somber atmosphere of the bridge. Varn exhaled sharply, running a hand over his cropped hair. "Show me."

With a tap of the datapad, the holographic display in the center of the bridge shifted. The image of the coalition fleet dissolved, replaced by grainy footage from the destroyed outposts. The first clip showed a mining colony in flames, its defensive turrets obliterated. Dark shapes moved through the smoke—Decepticon forces, systematically dismantling any remaining resistance.

The second clip was even worse: a civilian spaceport, its once-bustling docks reduced to twisted metal. The camera feed trembled as its operator ran through a collapsing corridor, only to be cut short by a blinding explosion.

A heavy silence fell over the bridge. Varn's gaze lingered on the final frame, a crimson Decepticon emblem seared into the hull of a wrecked ship.

"He's testing us," Varn muttered, his voice low and bitter. "Probing our defenses, looking for weaknesses."

The aide stepped closer, lowering his voice so only Varn could hear. "With respect, sir, our fleets are not ready to confront him. Integration is months away from completion, and even then, it will take at least a solar year to fully coordinate operations."

"A year?" Varn turned to him sharply, his eyes blazing. "Galvatron won't give us that kind of time. He'll tear through our frontier before we can even deploy a unified response."

The aide shifted uncomfortably. "What are your orders, Admiral?"

Varn turned back to the holographic display, watching as the Decepticon insignia pulsed ominously over the fallen outposts. He felt the familiar weight of command settle over him, heavy as a planet's gravity.

"We hold the line with what we have," he said finally, his voice hard as steel. "Relay my orders to all member fleets. Fortify the border sectors immediately. Every station, every ship—prepare them for combat. No ground is to be ceded without a fight."

"Yes, Admiral," the aide replied, bowing slightly before hurrying off to relay the commands.

The days that followed were a flurry of activity as Varn's orders rippled across the coalition. On every member world, the urgency of the situation became painfully clear. Fleets scrambled to deploy to the frontier sectors, their commanders wrestling with logistical challenges and untested alliances.

Varn personally oversaw the preparations aboard the Eclipse. The flagship was a marvel of Drelian engineering, its sleek frame bristling with advanced weaponry and defensive systems. It had been designed for battle against the K'rivon Hegemony years ago, but now it would serve as the vanguard of the coalition's defense.

In the hangar bay, engineers worked tirelessly to retrofit alien ships with standardized communications arrays and targeting systems. Sparks flew as welders fused mismatched components, their work illuminated by the flickering glow of plasma torches. The atmosphere was tense but focused, the weight of the galaxy's survival driving them forward.

Varn strode through the hangar, inspecting the progress. He stopped beside a towering Arkansis warship, its angular hull etched with intricate patterns that glowed faintly in the dim light. A group of insectoid Arkansis technicians scurried around its landing gear, their movements precise and efficient.

"How long until it's combat-ready?" Varn asked, addressing the lead technician.

The Arkansis worker looked up, his multifaceted eyes reflecting the admiral's imposing figure. "Two more cycles, if the upgrades hold. Your systems are... less elegant than ours."

Varn allowed himself a faint smirk. "Functionality over elegance, my friend. We'll need every weapon operational when the time comes."

The technician clicked his mandibles in what might have been agreement before returning to his work.


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Meanwhile, Varn made a point of addressing the various factions aboard the Eclipse. In the grand assembly hall, representatives from each species gathered to hear his speech. The tension in the room was palpable—centuries of mistrust and rivalry simmered just beneath the surface.

Varn stepped onto the dais, his presence commanding. He surveyed the crowd, letting the silence stretch before speaking.

"I understand your doubts," he began, his voice resonating through the hall. "Many of you have fought each other in the past. You carry the weight of old grudges, old wounds. But today, those grudges must be set aside."

He gestured toward the holographic map of the galaxy, now littered with red markers indicating Decepticon activity. "Galvatron doesn't care about your rivalries. He doesn't care about your history. To him, you are all the same—obstacles to be crushed beneath his heel."

The room was silent, the weight of his words sinking in. Varn stepped closer to the edge of the dais, his gaze piercing. "If we stand divided, we will fall. But if we stand together, united under a single banner, we can show Galvatron the true strength of this galaxy."

He raised a clenched fist. "Let him come. Let him test our resolve. We will meet him with fire and steel, and we will show him that this galaxy will not be broken!"

A rumble of agreement spread through the room, growing into a roar of approval. Even the most skeptical representatives found themselves nodding, their doubts momentarily overshadowed by the admiral's conviction.

As the assembly dispersed, Varn felt a glimmer of hope. The coalition was fragile, but it was a start. Now, all they needed to do was survive long enough to make it matter.

A/N
I'm going to post a information post on the Galactic Council

 

[Devastator21]

Overview

The Galactic Council is a massive coalition of diverse civilizations united under a common purpose: to ensure stability, prosperity, and order across their collective territories the Galactic Council formed or was thought of during the expansion of Nova Prime's Cybertronian Empire. While their influence once spanned thousands of systems, their strength has been waning due to complacency, internal divisions, and outdated strategies. Now faced with the rise of Galvatron and his New Decepticon Empire, the Council is being pushed to its breaking point.

Total Territory: ~4,000 star systems, with major hubs for military, civilian, and industrial purposes.

Military Composition: A vast but fractured fleet comprised of contributions from member civilizations, supplemented by AI-driven units and bio-mechanical weapons.

Weaknesses:

Disunity among member species.

Overreliance on static defenses and predictable tactics.

A lack of preparation for a war of Galvatron's scale and tactics as they have not fought a full Cybertronian invasion since the Age Of Nova Prime where they barely held the force off and when in which they based their entire military doctrine on static defenses and long drawn out sieges which has failed.

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Key Species and Factions

1. Dralexians (Humanoids)

Role: Politicians, administrators, and fleet strategists.

Notable Traits: Tall, humanoid, with pale skin and sharp features; known for their hierarchical and disciplined society.

Key Planets:

Teraxis Prime: Political capital of the Galactic Council.

Aegis: Fortress world and military hub.

Notable Members:

High Arbiter Delan: The political leader of the Council, determined to preserve unity against the Decepticons.

Admiral Eryon Veltren: Commander of the Inner Rim defense fleets.

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2. Velkenoids (Reptilian)

Role: Experts in bio-mechanical warfare and ground combat.

Notable Traits: Reptilian species with hardened scales; cold and pragmatic in their approach to war.

Key Planets:

Velkor IV: Homeworld and bio-weapon research center.

Notable Members:

High Marshal Kaelor: Creator of the Rust-Hate Plague.

General Xyvran Draakon: Brutal commander of planetary defenses.

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3. Vrix'thar (Insectoid)

Role: Masters of swarm tactics and hybrid organic-mechanical technology.

Notable Traits: Hive-based species resembling humanoid insects; highly coordinated through hive-mind-like communication.

Key Worlds:

Hive Axis-3: Largest hive world, critical to the Council's drone production.

Notable Members:

Hive Sovereign X'Kaleth: Queen-like leader who commands absolute loyalty.

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4. Taren Commonwealth (Aquatic)

Role: Masters of stealth technology and espionage.

Notable Traits: Amphibious humanoids with fluid movements and adaptable physiology.

Key Worlds:

Aquor Prime: A water-based planet housing research facilities for cloaking and stealth systems.


Notable Contributions:

Provided cloaking technology for the coalition fleet.

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5. Artificial Sentients (Omega Protocols)

Role: Autonomous anti-Cybertronian units and fleet support systems.

Notable Traits: Advanced AI designed specifically to counter Cybertronian threats.

Key Facilities:

Logic Spire-7: Manufacturing hub for Omega Protocol units.

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6. Skaar Dominion (Reptilian-Conquerors)

Role: Heavy combat specialists and frontline assault units.

Notable Traits: Massive, heavily armored reptilian beings with an innate warrior culture.

Key Planets:

Skaar Prime: A volcanic world known for its military academies.

Notable Members:

General Krath: An ambitious general who demanded a prominent role in the coalition.
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Key Characters

High Arbiter Delan

Role: Political leader of the Council.

Personality: Pragmatic, determined to unite the fractious Council against Galvatron, but constrained by bureaucracy.

Key Contributions:

Proposed the Galactic Defense Coalition to unify member civilizations.

Advocates for contacting the Autobots despite widespread mistrust.
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High Admiral Kael Varn

Role: Military commander of the coalition fleet.

Personality: Charismatic, ruthless, and experienced in interstellar warfare.

Key Contributions:

Leads the integration of the coalition fleet.

Personally negotiated with factions like the Skaar Dominion and Solari Concordat.
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High Marshal Kaelor

Role: Architect of the Rust-Hate Plague.

Personality: Cold and utilitarian, willing to sacrifice millions for victory.

Key Contributions:

Designed the Rust-Hate Plague to counter Cybertronian biology.
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Hive Sovereign X'Kaleth

Role: Leader of the Vrix'thar.

Personality: Cunning and opportunistic, sees the war as a chance to expand her hive's influence.

Key Contributions:

Deployed swarms of bio-mechanical drones to defend key sectors.
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General Xyvran Draakon

Role: Ground forces commander.

Personality: Brutal and determined, with a deep hatred for Cybertronians.

Key Contributions:

Led the defense of Aegis with the Colossi war mechs.

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Teraxis Prime (Capital World)

The political heart of the Council, home to the central government and administrative centers.

Aegis (Fortress World)

A military hub critical to the sector's defense.

Features planetary shields, AI-controlled defense grids, and Colossi war mechs.

Velkor IV (Bio-Weapons Research Center)

Key site for the development of the Rust-Hate Plague.

Hive Axis-3 (Insectoid World)

A hive world producing bio-mechanical drones for Council forces.

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The Galactic Defense Coalition

Formation:

A response to the Decepticon threat, uniting fleets and resources from all member civilizations.

Led by High Admiral Kael Varn.


Challenges:

Mistrust between species.

Logistical difficulties in integrating alien technologies and strategies and distrust.


Military Assets:

A diverse fleet of warships, from heavily armored Skaar cruisers to nimble Arkansis stealth frigates.

Advanced AI units designed to counter Cybertronian technology.

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Current State

1. Loss of Frontier Outposts:

Multiple outposts and world's have fallen to the Decepticons, with no survivors.

2. Rising Desperation:

The Council has resorted to deploying experimental weapons like [Redacted] against the New Decepticon Empire and going to extreme lengths to ensure there survival by meeting [Redacted] and paying for his services and the meeting and manipulating and bargaining with the [Redacted] for help.

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So hi hope this helps explain the Galactic Council most of this is oc and heavily takes inspiration from many pieces of fiction this is the best I can do I've never done a information page on a faction before so go easy on me I threw in some speculation about what the council plans to do *Hint they work but fail heavily*.

I came up with the Galactic Council from Idw the Decepticon Justice Division comic I watched a dubbed version it's really good and went humm how to get Galvatron a punching bag and testing ground for his faction as you could of guessed I'm not brilliant at large campaigns and battle *cough* Star Wars The deciver *Cough* so this is a first for me there's obviously more stuff about the Galactic Council later but I'm probably not going to Update this info thing I just found this boring to write.

Btw I'm open to any omakes and and short stories I find them funny and maybe one day we will see what Megatron the addict searching for space crack has been doing while the Galaxy Burns will Starscream ever win will Optimus eat a lunchable who knows. }

 

[Devastator21]

Location: Cybertron – Shockwave's Laboratory POV: Shockwave

The chamber stretched infinitely outward, its gleaming surfaces bathed in the glow of energon conduits. Holographic displays filled the air, casting flickering lights across rows of machinery that hummed with latent power. Automated drones moved with mechanical precision, tending to the endless intricacies of Shockwave's projects.

Shockwave stood motionless at the center of the chaos, his singular optic a glowing beacon of cold, calculated thought. He turned slightly, his voice calm and deliberate as he began his log.

"Shockwave's Log 047," he intoned. "Cybertron's reconstruction is 97% complete. The revitalized cities—Stratos Tyrannis, Nova Fortress, and The Bastion—now serve as hubs of industry and governance. Energon production and distribution have achieved maximum efficiency, ensuring the sustainability of Cybertronian operations both planetary and interstellar."

A console displayed a tactical map of Cybertron's moons, Luna-1 and Luna-2, their orbits pulsating with activity.

"Cybertron's moons, designated Luna-1 and Luna-2, are fully operational. Long-dormant facilities have been restored, including orbital factories and weapon platforms. Their outputs will bolster planetary defense grids and provide reinforcements for Lord Galvatron's campaign."

A transmission appeared on the monitor, the scarred visage of Commander Dreadhold filling the screen. "Lord Shockwave, Luna-1 reports interceptors and assault craft are being produced at maximum capacity. Reinforcements are en route to the Zaranthi Nebula as we speak."

Shockwave's optic flickered. "Commendable. Ensure all deployments maintain staggered intervals to avoid detection. Any inefficiency will not be tolerated."

The transmission ended, and Shockwave turned his attention to the next display—a sprawling array of projects and schematics.


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Project Updates

Shockwave gestured toward a series of holograms, each displaying data streams and schematics tied to his most critical initiatives.

1. Project Devastator:
A hologram of an enormous capital ship appeared, its angular design bristling with weaponry. Shockwave's voice carried an edge of anticipation.
"The final stages of Project Devastator are nearing completion. Its primary weapon, the solar annihilation array, has achieved a 96% efficiency threshold. Testing will determine its viability against celestial threats, including hypothetical interactions with the Great Devourer."


2. Project Revitalisation:
The display shifted to show Cybertron's rejuvenated landscapes—new rivers of energon coursing through its cities, its surface glowing with life.
"Project Revitalisation proceeds on schedule. Cybertron's ecosystem has been reconstructed to 80% functionality, with new energon rivers and oceans sustaining its infrastructure. By the time Lord Galvatron returns, revitalization will reach near-total completion."


3. Project Ancients: The Prime Initiative
Shockwave's optic glowed brighter as he turned toward a containment chamber lined with the remains of ancient Cybertronians. The fragments pulsed faintly with energy, glyphs etched into their surfaces shimmering in the dim light.
"The recovery of Prime remains has introduced unprecedented opportunities," Shockwave began. "These artifacts retain residual energy signatures of immense potential. Integration with Lord Galvatron's unique spark composition will amplify his power beyond all known limits."

A schematic of Galvatron appeared, overlaid with glyphic enhancements from the Prime remains. "Preliminary testing indicates compatibility. When complete, Lord Galvatron will surpass the Primes themselves, transcending conventional Cybertronian evolution. His ascension is inevitable."


4. Project Dimensional Transversal:
The final hologram displayed a swirling vortex contained within a vast, intricate mechanism. Shockwave's tone shifted subtly, almost imperceptibly, as he continued.
"Project Dimensional Transversal represents infinite potential. With the resources of the Galactic Council, we are nearing a breakthrough. The stabilization matrix now maintains dimensional integrity for extended intervals, reducing collapse risk by 74%."

He gestured toward encrypted data streams. "The multiverse offers limitless opportunities: weapons, technologies, and knowledge that defy comprehension. However, logic dictates caution. Reckless incursions could provoke entities beyond our understanding."



Shockwave's optic narrowed. "Yet, the possibilities are... satisfying. Lord Galvatron's vision is vast, but the multiverse may extend it beyond even his current reach."


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Territorial Management

The holographic display shifted, showing the sprawling map of Galactic Council territories now under Decepticon control. Planets glowed crimson, their resources being funneled into the Decepticon war machine.

"Integration of Galactic Council territories proceeds within acceptable parameters," Shockwave reported. "Local populations have been subdued, with dissenters neutralized. Resource extraction has achieved optimal levels, ensuring a steady flow of materials for continued conquest."

Surveillance footage displayed Decepticon overseers managing conquered cities. Towering PBM units maintained order, their imposing frames leaving no room for resistance.

"Rebellions in Sector Delta-47 have been eradicated," Shockwave continued. "Remaining insurgents will be repurposed as mindless labor units until deployment of the localised Omega Lock to cyberform the planet's. All conquered territories now contribute to the Decepticon empire's expansion."


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Shockwave turned to a separate chamber, where his flagship, Project Leviathan, was nearing completion. Its dark, serrated hull gleamed with energon circuitry, its size dwarfing every other vessel in orbit.

"The Leviathan is the pinnacle of Cybertronian engineering," Shockwave said. "Equipped with multi-vector shield arrays and the Null Singularity Cannon, it is both a strategic command center and a weapon of unparalleled destruction."

Beside it stood a containment pod holding S.2, an identical replica of Shockwave himself. The duplicate's optic flickered faintly, awaiting activation.

"S.2 will serve as my extension," Shockwave explained. "Once operational, it will spearhead the search for Cybertron's lost colonies. These worlds, abandoned during the Great War, may hold untapped resources and technologies critical to our resurgence."

A schematic of scattered colonies appeared, each marked as a potential site for reconnection. "Logic dictates that no asset should remain dormant. Cybertron's resurgence requires absolute efficiency."


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Closing Remarks

Shockwave stepped back, his optic sweeping over the displays that surrounded him. Each project, each initiative, was a cog in the grand machine of Cybertronian dominance.

"Lord Galvatron's vision propels our efforts," he concluded. "The Prime Initiative ensures his ascension to unparalleled strength. The multiverse project expands our reach into infinite possibilities. Together, these endeavors will solidify Cybertron's supremacy across all dimensions."

He paused, his optic glowing faintly brighter. "Emotion is illogical, yet progress is... satisfying. Cybertron will rise, and logic shall prevail."