Transformers Galvatron Self-Insert (TFP)

[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.

 

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[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."

 

[Lillie Jones]

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[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.

 

[Lillie Jones]

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[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."

 

[Lillie Jones]

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[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.

 

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[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.

 

[Lillie Jones]

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[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.