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"Autobots, this is Optimus Prime. I never thought this day would come... None of us did. I am sorry for failing you all, and dooming our race. It was my fault that Cyberton fell, and it is my fault that I did not stop Megatron when I had the chance. I only hope that all of you can find in within your sparks to forgive me for the sins that I have wrought. The Decepticons have won, and as your leader and mentor, it was my duty to ensure that that never happened. We are in a state of turmoil and despair, and there is no one else to blame for this devastation... But me. Some of you may now look at me as a failure and a traitor, and it is completely in your programming to feel as such. But know this, even in our darkest hour, there is a shimmer of hope that shines within each and every one of us. A hope that we can never let go. Keep fighting the good fight, Autobots, and free Earth from the tyranny that clutches it. I may no longer be alive when you do, but I know it in my spark, and my soul... That you will. Till all are one."
Optimus Prime- Final Transmission.
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Jasper, Nevada.
The land was desolate and ravaged, the air choked with the smog of smoldering ruin. Nothing was left, not even the bits of dried vegetation that once sprouted from the Earth. The only thing left standing was a black, metal pillar, standing hundreds of feet in the sky. The structure was so high that it blotted out the very sun, not that there was very much sun now to begin with. The thick, choking clouds of smoke blocked the star's healing rays from making any significant impact on the surface. This horrific tower was but one of the dozen or so placed around the globe. It was a show of terrible power and absolute dominance to anyone that was watching. The spire that ruled over Nevada was the largest of them all, and a beacon of despair and sorrow for any remaining heroes and do-gooders that dared to challenge the dominant force on Earth. This was Megatron's fortress: the capital of the Decepticons. The ruthless leader stood at the peak of his finest creating, leering down at the empty landscape bellow. His piercing red optics sizzled and narrowed, his razor sharp fangs ground together, his clawed fingers flexed and then relaxed. Megatron had finally done it; after eons of fighting a stalemate battle with those dejected crusaders, he had finally won the war. And what a feeling it was. Megatron never doubted it for a nanosecond that he would be the victor; it was simply a matter of time before he broke the Autobots for good. It was so brilliant to see them squirm and slither under his heel, while their allies watched in horror, before Megatron crushed their heads into scrap metal. It was even better to see his Decepticons show absolutely no mercy in slaughtering as many Autobots as they could snag, and turning the human nests into burning cinders as Megatron marched along, taking it all in. The look on Optimus's face as he witnessed his precious race be cut down before his very eyes; it still puts a smile of Megatron's face. The Earth was his now, and it felt oh so good to be king.
"Beautiful, isn't it, my lord?" A sly voice suddenly asked from behind. Megatron didn't even need to turn around to know exactly who it was. Starscream made his way up beside his master and peered out at the lovely site that graced the fortress.
"Indeed." Megatron hissed, folding his arms behind him. "We are now in a new era, Starscream, an era where nothing and no one shall ever stand in our way again. We have transcended to the ranks of gods." Megatron affirmed with a horrific grin.
Starscream chuckled. "The age of Decepticons is upon us at last; who knew that it would take so long to come." He mused.
"It was only a matter of time, and regardless of the length, what matters now is that we are the impenetrable wall that surrounds this world. We are the fist that looms above the land, we are the marauders that took everything from our enemies and left them with nothing. Above it all sits me: the king of the land." Megatron stated coldly.
"You mean, the god of the land, my lord." Starscream passively corrected.
Megatron chortled heftily. "Yes, Starscream, indeed that is true."
With a satisfied smirk, Starscream continued to gaze at the razed land that covered the earth. For the first time ever, Starscream had been on good terms with Megatron since the Decepticons took control. It was probably due in part to Starscream finally stepping up as a second-in-command, and becoming the right fist that the Decepticon lord had desired. The incredible skill and prowess was always there, but Starscream's treacherous antics and challenging behavior needed to be beaten out. Now, Decepticons truly respected and, in some ways, feared Starscream for what he was capable of and what he would do if they failed even a little bit. If Megatron wanted a second-in-command that was as commanding as he, then Starscream would be just that. The air commander's smirk slowly faded as he soon thought about the remaining Autobots that still infested this planet. His face scrunched up in disgust at the notion.
"Megatron, if I may point out: we still have the task of locating and killing off all of Autobots that persist. Said degenerates are still an, albeit, small thorn in our cause." Starscream said.
Megatron gave a slow nod. "It is like that of an infection that never truly goes away." He sneered. Starscream was right in his concern; there did remain the task of rounding up each and every last Autobot that foolishly believed they could escape, and slaughtering them. However, Megatron was no fool, which is why he had task forces searching high and low for any and all Autobots 24/7. With soldiers on the ground, and in the air, the Decepticons would soon locate the stragglers and eliminate them for good. "I would advise for you not to doubt my way of doing things, Starscream; we will have our enemies found soon enough." Megatron stated.
Starscream gave a quick bow. "Of course not, master, your all seeing wisdom knows what is best, after all." He yielded. "Though, a part of me will somewhat, dare I say it, 'miss' the fun that I had picking off Autobots from miles away, and blowing them into chunks of molten slag during a successful bombing run. Oooh, what a rush that was, Lord Megatron. Seeing the beings you hate the most crawling before you like the pathetic worms that they were, begging and pleading for you to spare their lives, only for you to put a Null Ray through their cranium." Starscream sadistically mused.
"A rush that I will certainly never forget." Megatron affirmed.
Starscream nodded in agreement. "Perhaps, when we do decide to conquer more worlds and expand our grasp, we may have that same feeling all over again." He chuckled.
Megatron smiled terribly.
"Perhaps."