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Megatron mourns the relationship he had once had with Orion Pax every time he and the Prime lay optics on each other. With every battle they’d had on Cybertron, with every planet destroyed and every bot killed in the ruthlessness of the war on both sides, the relationship between them had long
vanished.
Megatron remembers when he had once been D-16. Megatron remembers when Megatronus Prime gifted him with his t-cog, telling him to fix what the false profit Prime had started. D-16 had been a calm, by the books, loyal, young mech. His time as a miner had gifted him with friends and followers, though with his rebellion and clear separation from Orion..- Optimus Prime, even those bots had chosen to follow the Prime.
Megatron had not even uttered his previous designation in a very.. very long time.
He was no longer that bot. The gullible, young, loyal bot who had trusted that the system would soon be fixed. Now, he was the cause of the cracks and loss.
This war has been going on for far to long.. but Megatron cannot bring himself to step down. They once had a reason for fighting, but with lives lost and planets destroyed, the reason had vanished.. now, the goal was to defeat Optimus Prime.. to ruin the autobots. To get reveng for those of them who’d fallen.
Distant memories often come, vivid as it may be. He knows his carrier would be dissapointed in who her sparkling had become.. but when things were quiet (rarely), he found himself lost in the thought and distant feeling of his carrier smiling at him. The memory was stored so far back he had to search, logs and logs of death and war filed in his memory like paper.
His carrier had always worried so much. She’d encouraged him be good, stay on track.. and even though he may have been cogless, if he’d worked hard enough, if he’d trusted the faith of the only Prime left, peace would soon come to Cybertron.
She had been wrong.
Megatron remembers the cruelness of the officers who’d abuse him and his team. Cogless apparently meant useless in the grand scheme of things.. and even as miners, those treated with so little respect you’d believe they were lesser than a cyber-roach, they’d worked and worked. All for recognition. All for hope.. for that belief that they were important.
Currently, as he commands the ship, these memories seem almost invasive. Distracting.
He was no sparkling, and he was no longer young. There was no reason to ever mourn who he’d once been, to mourn the life he’d had.
“The auto-bots seem to have left themselves vulnerable.” Starscream grins, evil in a way that Megatron had long grown used to. The scrawny mech was no fighter, but he was clever enough.. more so then any of the other bots on the ship. When the seeker had originally joined the decepticons with his trine, they’d all been willing to fight for the decepticon cause..
That had been so, so, so long ago.
“Are you sure this is not a set up, Starscream?” Megatron feels his voice rasp and his engine rev with movement. Starscream stays a foot behind him, wings twitching as he preened under the attention of his lord.
“Fairly. We never can know with the autobots.” He spits the words out like they’re poison. “But, they have left several locations weakly guarded for cycles now. Areas that seem far to private to be a set-up. The only reason we know this is because-” Megatron watches as the seeker puffs out his Chassis and rambles on proudly.
“The mission is authorized, Starscream. Make Soundwave aware that we will be moving in as soon as possible, when the armies are ready. I will be coming along.. they have been containing a relic that we have failed to reclaim before.. Do not fail me.” His words lack any emotion, his tone dull as he looks towards his second in command.
“Yes, Lord Megatron.” Starscream says, sounding almost like an insult.
Megatron knows better then to make a comment on it, letting the Seeker strut away believing he’d come up with something great.
Megatron growls in disdain when Prime seems to jump out..the Mech seems to appear out of nowhere.
They needed the energon and the relic desperately, and while about 43% of the energon located at the base had been retrieved, the relic was still being transported. Megatron briefly remembers seeing Skywarp teleport into the building.. so there was enough hope for now.
The battle seems to go on for ano-cycles, but finally, he sees the small thing in the hands of one of his seekers.
He has long since learned what celebrating to early could do, so he stays. He fights against prime like they were two sparklings from the same carrier fighting over a cube of energon. The autobots are starting to retreat, injured just like the many bots on his team, but Optimus does not relent and in turn, Megatron will not either.
He’s aiming his cannon at the Prime when he feels the earth shake and a painful beam hid directly in the center of his backstrut. His vision goes white, and then black.. Before he closes his optics, he hears the distant shriek of Starscream and prays to primus that he wakes up soon to continue fighting.
D-16 shakes his helm and lets out a pained whine, his chasis, specifically the area around his spark and t-cog ache.. Confusion keeps his brain heavy and fogged. He is surrounded by unknown voices in an unknown area. He swears he’d bee awake, having just saved Orion from some of the guards.. again.
“Megatron!” A bot with a clearly broken synthesizer shrieks out, and D-16 looks up, searching for the Prime he’d known by that name. The Megatronus Prime sticker was still om his shoulder.. but there was no sight of his favorite prime..
Only bots, divided into two sections.. and a large bot that seemed to resemble Orion to much for comfort.. but that couldn’t be, he was far to-
“D-16?” The familiar voice makes his audials ring in shock.
“Orion..?” He croaks out, looking up at the much larger mech. “You- you’ve got a t-cog. You.. you’re huge..” He mumbles, trying to force himself up out of the dusty substance that reminded him of the grime they were always covered in because of the mining conditions.
“You… Oh primus. Do you.. remember- anything?” The worried mech asks, kneeling down and helping the dirty grey bot to sit up. It was clear he had extreme pain in his chasis-
“Get your dirty servos off of our leader!” Starscreams voice shrieks, landing quickly. He positions himself between the Prime and the now much smaller version of their great leader- “Lord Megatron.. what has happened to you?” His own null rays are pointed at the Prime, but his attention is on the still struggling mech.
“What are you talking about- and, don’t- don’t shoot at Orion!” He pushes the Seekers arm away.. and the silence that settles over the two groups is deadly.
“D-16..” Optimus whispers.. his spark fluttering.
Maybe this could finally be the end