By Tony “Thunder” Klepack
The ship hummed slightly as we moved. It was merely
a side effect of the ship’s drive but bereft of any other sound to mask
it, I was keenly aware of it’s presence.
I glanced to my right, noting Soundwave as he was
hunched over his console, performing his duties. The bridge was
surprisingly quiet, it’s occupants all set on their tasks while we
moved toward our ultimate goal–the final crushing defeat of our enemy.
Once Optimus Prime and his top officers were destroyed we would finally
be in a position to put down the rest of the Autobots and their
resistance to the new order.
I had dreamed of this moment a long time. My careful
planning and manipulations had gone perfectly. I had eliminated that
fool Teryhex–he had started mobilizing the Decepticons long before they
were ready and with his ineptitude, all that we had worked for would
have been for naught, crushed by the might of the Council Guard. Thanks
to my wiles, we had pulled back just in time, suing for peace and
diplomacy instead of warfare. I told Cybertron’s politicians and
populace exactly what they wanted to hear and they ate it up. All the
while, I worked hard drawing newcomers to our cause, preparing,
building for the day when we would at last be ready to reveal
The time came. Sentinel Prime and most of the
Council were wiped out in our initial declaration of war. We struck so
suddenly, so fiercely, that none of them were prepared and we nearly
succeeded in total domination of our people.
So close... but the remnants of the Council Guard
would not be defeated so easily. The Autobots as they took to calling
themselves fought back over the years, doing anything they could to
forestall the inevitable. As hard as we tried, they would not yield to
Then, years into the conflict, a new Prime rose from
their ranks and united the resistance as they never had been before. A
new leader, a charismatic power that equaled my own. A beacon of hope
to those whom’s spirits we had fought so hard to darken.
He had done it somehow, keeping the war going far
longer then it ever should have. Why couldn’t he have just accepted the
inevitable? Our people were stagnant, dying and we offered them a new
path. A better way to live. But he would have none of it and he rallied
those fossils that would have us perish under the heel of the galaxy’s
The fool! He was responsible for Cybertron’s
suffering more then any one of the Decepticons ever could be. If the
resistance had fallen, our world would succumb to the new order and
gradually, they would fall in-line with the Decepticon philosophy.
Change was inevitable to the way of the Universe–the strong survived
while the weak perished. We would make Cybertron strong instead of
keeping it weak.
“Status?” I asked.
“They are beginning their operations,” Soundwave’s
harmonic, multi-toned voice replied.
“Excellent,” I said. “Continue to monitor. When the
moment is ripe, we will strike!”
“Why not strike now?” I turned to my left, where the
aerial commander Starscream stood on the second level. “They’ll never
even know what hit them!”
“They are strong now,” I replied. “But once they are
finished their task, they will be depleted. Helpless. Then we shall
strike and have our well deserved victory.”
A couple of the other bridge officers made
affirmative noises at my proclamation and Starscream fell silent, no
doubt still believing he knew better. He was a power hungry fool but I
had kept him around all this time since he had his uses. He was a
skilled warrior and competent battle commander–under the right
circumstances anyway. One day, though, he would outlive his usefulness
to me and then I would see to it he met with an unfortunate accident.
Assassination, treachery, corruption... all tools of
the Decepticon cause that we had all devoted ourselves to so wholly.
Tools that had served me well over the years.
The cause was all I ever knew... I could not recall
the circumstances of my creation, merely stumbling about in my early
years, learning the hard lessons of the streets. I learned swiftly that
the strong had the power and they took from the weak. I rose swiftly,
becoming a force to be reckoned with, making sure no one could take
what little I had.
In time, as my understanding of the world around me
increased, so did my ambitions. I controlled a street gang for a while
before moving on to becoming a gladiator in the state games. I swiftly
realized my position as a champion gave me a certain power and
influence. An advantage I fully exploited with other cybertronians of
In the company of the wealthy, it was easy to see
where Cybertron’s real power and dependencies lay. The rich owed their
dominance to off-worlders whom had invaded our world, spreading their
free market economies and peddling foreign goods to our Cybertronian
brethren. It was equally amazing and repulsive to me. I had been taught
that the strong had the power and it was clear the aliens were the ones
with the true power on our world. With our dependencies on them and
their goods, it was obvious our people were losing their independence
and their resolve. How long would it have been before we became puppets
to outsiders instead of taking control of our own destiny.
Even then, the Decepticon cause existed, but it was
small in those days, weak, aimless. It needed guidance, focus, if it
was to ever achieve it’s objectives. I saw what needed to be done and
used my position to funnel credits and resources, build it better and
recruit from the masses that were in so desperate need of what could be
offered. I cautiously leant my support to the “leaders” of our cause in
those days, preferring to manipulate circumstances from the background
The Decepticons grew slowly but steadily while fools
like Teryhex represented them openly, diverting attention away from my
real objectives. When he eventually acted out prematurely, I knew the
time had come to eliminate him and reveal myself publicly–I could not
risk another repeat of his ambition with his successor. We needed to
stall for time while I continued on the path to our eventual war. I
used all the methods at my disposal to convince those fools in the
Council that I wanted peace and diplomacy above all else.
Amazingly, they fell for it. Oh, not at first. They
didn’t trust me any more then they did any other Decepticon and that
was understandable. But the more time went by, the more of them fell
under my sway. I would invite them to lavish parties, find favors that
I could exchange with their membership and sometimes outright bribery.
With time and patience, they came to believe I was legitimate and that
I would settle for doing things their way.
Ego is a dangerous thing but I admit that I was
quite wily in my dealings. No one suspected my true motives as I moved
among their numbers. Free to purchase land and holdings openly–after
all, I was Lord Megatron of Polyhex. A nobleman now. Certainly no one
had any more reason to suspect that I was funding a private army for
anything other then my own legitimate security needs.
It all fell into play so easily... the war was well
orchestrated and I removed all but those whom had sworn their personal
loyalty to me–Straxus, Starscream and a select group of the wealthy who
knew where the real power would lie in the new order.
I glanced at the nearby Seeker and wondered how much
longer I would need to suffer his presence among my ranks. Despite his
proclamation of loyalty, Starscream had been nothing but belligerent
and egotistical the entire time since he’d joined our ranks. I’d
suffered him because he had brought his own clan into the fold–warriors
such as Skywarp, Thundercracker, Thrust, Sunstorm and many others that
greatly enhanced our aerial superiority. They had proven even more
useful in the later war with the Autobots. It was true Starscream had
never dared to openly defy me but that was only because he had not yet
found the right circumstances to do so, I suspected. It would only be a
matter of time before he would oppose me and I did not plan to allow
him the opportunity. Once we had dealt with Optimus and his forces, I
would see to it Starscream was quietly eliminated. I suspected Skywarp
and the other Seekers wouldn’t be too saddened by the loss of their
aerial commander based off how I’d seen them react to him, anyway.
There was no love lost there.
There were few among my ranks I felt I could truly
trust... Soundwave had always been quiet, kept to himself and tinkered
with his inventions, yet I knew somehow that he was loyal. I had no
concerns when he was along on a mission with me. Shockwave, my second
in command was another. He was cold and logical but he knew I was our
world’s best hope and he always did as commanded, sometimes even taking
initiative that benefitted our cause without express order.
So few I could trust and those that I did were cold, distant machines
that seemed devoid of passion at times. Sometimes I wondered if they
possessed no inner fire at all or if they merely had become adept at
masking their hopes and dreams, growing a thick shell to prevent pain
from their more savage brethren. I couldn’t live like that–I had to be
true to my convictions and be praised or damned for them.
Nothing less would do...
I turned my attention back to the view screen before
me, watching and waiting. It was ironic in some ways... Optimus Prime
stood for everything I opposed yet I think that he alone was the only
one who would likely truly understand me. We were enemies yet both
tools of our own inner passions. We had to live by our codes, fight and
die for them if necessary. It was maddening–in another time and place,
we could have been fast friends, comrades in arms. But we stood for
different things and nothing would ever change that.
That was why he had to die.
I watched the asteroid field beyond the ship. Small
pin-pricks of light and streams of gas erupted from our prey, tearing
into the deadly debris all about it. Destroying it, paving the way for
their most prized possession.
My most prized possession.
The Great War that had erupted between our two kinds
had shaken the entire world free of its orbital axis, throwing it
violently into space. The War had continued for eons beyond that event
even while Cybertron traversed the cosmos like a deadly missile.
Somehow in all that time, fate had smiled on our kind–if one can truly
say such a thing–and we avoided colliding with any other celestial
bodies or burning inside a star.
Until now, anyway.
Decepticon scouts had detected the large asteroid
belt approaching our world and reported back to the Command Center with
their findings. We had worked in secret, constructing a vast
battleship, the Nemesis, and had planned to wipe a path clear
the field with thermo-nuclear weapons so that Cybertron could continue
At least, that had been the plan. My spies
back that the Autobots had similarly discovered the impending threat,
constructed their own battleship and planned to launch it into space to
stop the devastation. Once again, Optimus Prime proved my equal in
ingenuity and resourcefulness.
I swiftly realized that we could allow our enemy to
destroy the threat themselves and then we would be there, ready for the
kill. Devoid of power and ammunition from their exertions, the best of
the Autobots would be easy prey.
“They have ceased fire,” Soundwave announced.
I mulled it over a moment.
“Is the path clear for Cybertron?” I asked.
He tapped a few buttons on the console before him.
I sighed quietly and concentrated on what needed to
be done next. I rose from my seat.
“My fellow Decepticons, it appears our enemy has
done our job for us. Cybertron is safe!”
There were cheers at my proclamation and I allowed
myself a smile.
“Now, the time has come to end the Great War once
and for all!” I continued. “The Autobots are in no position to resist
our might. We strike a great blow, a final blow for the Decepticon
I raised my fist. “For Cybertron!”
“For Cybertron!” A multitude of voices and fists
joined mine in proclamation.
It was a moment in history that would not soon be
forgotten. The day the last of the great Primes was killed and the
Autobot resistance was crushed forever. At long last, Cybertron would
“Commence the attack!” I commanded. “Decepticons
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