S.2 INTERLUDE: THE HUNGER
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Location: Cybertronian Deep Space – S.2's Flagship, Unyielding Logic
POV: S.2
The void stretched endlessly before me, illuminated only by distant stars and the soft glow of my ship's energon conduits.
My mission is clear: seek out Cybertronian colonies, assess their value, and integrate them into the Decepticon Empire.
"Log update," I began, my voice steady and devoid of inflexion. "The reclamation of Velocitron and Caminus has introduced significant variables to the Decepticon Empire's expansion. Current heading: uncharted space, following an unidentified Cybertronian signal."
My processors reviewed recent events. Velocitron had proven its worth with its industrious infrastructure and technical expertise. Caminus, while less cooperative, had reluctantly contributed its forges. Both now served the singular purpose of Cybertron's continued prosperity under Lord Galvatron. Still, variables of resistance persisted, and my mission demanded precision in neutralizing such inefficiencies.
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Location: Velocitron – Primary City Circuit-Track
Velocitron was a world of speed. Endless highways intertwined across its surface, bustling with Cybertronians designed for racing of any kind Its neon-lit cities with Decepticon iconography stood as monuments to the Decepticon cause, thriving but tinged with a growing undercurrent of dissent.
The planetary governor, Ransack, awaited my arrival at the central track. His frame gleamed with ceremonial enhancements, though his posture betrayed unease.
"Welcome, Lord Shockwave of Cybertron," he said, his tone carefully measured. "I am honoured by your recommendation to be the planetary governor of Velocitron and I assure you we are loyal to the Decepticon Empire"
"Loyalty must be demonstrated through measurable actions," I replied, scanning the crowd of onlookers. "You are now under the direct authority of the Decepticon Empire. Deviation will not be tolerated."
Velocitron's value lies in its advanced vehicular technologies and industrial infrastructure. My preliminary assessments revealed vital resources that could be redirected to the Decepticon war effort. However, my sensors detected encrypted transmissions—evidence of an insurgency brewing within Velocitron's shadows.
Resistance on Velocitron, a faction of dissenters led by a rogue mech named Wrench, had rejected Cybertron's dominance.
They viewed Lord Galvatron as a tyrant and sought to protect Velocitron's autonomy. Their sabotage efforts disrupted production lines and destabilized key communication hubs.
Their rebellion was illogical. "Insurgencies," I recorded, "are inefficient and detrimental to Cybertron's greater purpose."
Using precision strikes and data infiltration, I located their base of operations within the Glowlight Crater. My drones descended swiftly, neutralizing their defences with calculated precision. Wrench attempted to flee but was intercepted.
"Velocitron was meant to be free," he said as my restraint systems locked him in place. "You'll turn us into tools for your endless war."
"Freedom is an illusion," I replied. "Lord Galvatron offers purpose. Your refusal to comply is a deviation that will not be tolerated." I charge a blast from my arm cannon and shoot the mech dead.
With the Wrenches faction dismantled, Ransack reaffirmed his allegiance to Cybertron. I established Velocitron as a hub for advanced production, its highways repurposed for efficient transport of war materials while under the orders of Lord Galvatron, I am to keep as much of the individuality of the Colonies so the races are still operational but with Decepticon propaganda and Lord Galvatron's voice announcing it.
The dissenters' remnants would serve as a warning to others who might resist, and increased propaganda would ensure no resistance would ever rise again.
---
Location: Caminus – Forge of Solus Prime (Not related to the real Forge of Solus Prime my disappointment was immeasurable.)
Caminus stood as a beacon of artistry and reverence, its cities a harmonious blend of function and beauty. At its heart lay the legendary Forge of Solus Prime a part of it at least as the real artifact is on the planet Earth Designation Chaos Bringer, it is a artifact of immense historical and technological significance to Caminus.
I arrived at a reception of wary optics. The City speaker, Windblade, addressed me directly, her stance radiating a mix of defiance and caution.
"Why has Cybertron sent an emissary?" she asked. "Caminus has long maintained its independence."
"inefficiency Independence has no use to Cybertron," I replied. "Your resources and expertise will serve the greater purpose of unifying all Cybertronian-kind under Lord Galvatron."
Windblade's optics narrowed. "We revere Solus Prime's teachings. Conquest is not among them. Caminus thrives because of peace, not war."
Her resistance was noted. Caminus' adherence to pacifism conflicted with Cybertron's militaristic priorities. However, the forges of Caminus represented an unparalleled technological advantage. Its output—advanced alloys and weaponry—could strengthen the empire immeasurably.
To persuade Caminus' leadership, I presented simulations of the Galactic Council's forces targeting the colony. The projected outcomes depicted total devastation.
"Your ideals will not protect you," I said. "Without Cybertron and Lord Galvatron, Caminus will fall Lord Galvatron has been blessed by Primus logic dictates reintegration into Cybertron and the Decepticon Empire"
The simulation fractured their unity and the evidence of Lord Galvatron being a 'Prime'. While Windblade remained hesitant, others saw reason. Reluctantly, Caminus capitulated, agreeing to supply its forges for Cybertron's expansion.
As integration began, Windblade's unease lingered. Her continued influence among the Cityspeakers posed a variable I would monitor closely but the quick construction and uplink to Cybertron has allowed Caminus to worship Lord Galvatron and the Decepticon Empire.
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Post-Integration Assessments
With Velocitron and Caminus secured, I consolidated my findings.
Velocitron: Fully integrated. Production efficiency increased by 22%. All resistance neutralized.
Caminus: Partial compliance. Technological outputs are optimized, though sociopolitical stability requires ongoing observation.
"Integration success rate: 89%," I recorded. "Further measures may be necessary to ensure long-term loyalty."
As the Unyielding Logic left Caminus' orbit, a signal reached my sensors—weak, yet unmistakably Cybertronian.
"Analysis: origin point matches pre-Exodus patterns," I noted. "Designation: uncharted colony."
The signal carried faint data bursts encoded in ancient Cybertronian dialects, a language spoken only before the Great Exodus. Its implications were vast—another lost colony, untouched by Cybertron's resurgence.
Adjusting the ship's course, I prepared for the unknown.
"End log," I said as the stars shifted around the Unyielding Logic. "Mission parameters remain: reunification and integration."
---
Location: Uncharted Space – Near the Source of the Signal POV: S.2
The void stretched endlessly, unbroken save for the distant light of dying stars. My sensors, calibrated to detect the faintest traces of Cybertronian technology, locked onto the signal's origin—a desolate system on the edge of known space.
"Log update," I began, my voice cold and methodical. "Pursuing unknown Cybertronian signal. Signal degradation suggests significant temporal decay. Hypothesis: distress beacon activated pre-Exodus."
The Unyielding Logic cut through the dark like a scalpel, its systems humming in perfect unison. This ship, an extension of my precision, was designed for missions such as this—unpredictable, uncharted, and of strategic importance to Cybertron.
As the signal grew stronger, anomalies began to appear. Derelict vessels floated aimlessly, their hulls scarred by claw marks and acid burns. Planets devoid of atmosphere showed signs of organic matter unknown to anything within my databases.
"Analyzing environmental data," I noted. "Bio-organic structures present. Unknown origin. Scanning for potential threats."
The results were immediate. The organic material was unlike anything recorded in Cybertronian databases. It was alive, predatory, and it is awakening.
The source of the signal was an ancient Cybertronian colony. Its once-grand cities were now choked with tendrils of alien growth, the spires consumed by chitinous structures that pulsated like arteries. The signal emanated from deep within the largest ruin—a last cry for help that had gone unanswered for millennia.
"Deploying reconnaissance drones," I said, releasing a fleet of small, agile machines into the atmosphere. Their feeds displayed the colony's grim state: buildings overrun, energon reserves corrupted, and skeletal remains of Cybertronians fused with alien biomass.
My calculations were interrupted as the first drone's feed cut to static, then another, and another. The final image was of a seething mass of alien creatures, their eyeless forms converging on the drones with terrifying speed.
"Hostile entities identified," I stated. "Classification: unknown. Probability of planetary-level infestation: 97%."
The creatures swarmed into view, their numbers dwarfing anything my calculations had predicted. Their forms were diverse yet unified—smaller, gaunt-like figures surged forward while towering warriors wielded blade-like appendages. Behind them, organic artillery structures pulsed, spitting corrosive projectiles into the sky.
"Engaging defensive protocols," I announced.
They overwhelmed the drones in moments, forcing me to recalibrate my approach. The Unyielding Logic deployed an array of precision orbital strikes, targeting clusters of biomass and cutting swaths through the horde.
Despite the bombardment, the creatures adapted. Spore mines launched from the surface latched onto the ship's shields, attempting to drain its energy. Bio-ships emerged from the atmosphere, grotesque vessels armed with acidic weaponry and parasitic boarding organisms.
"Analyzing attack patterns," I said, directing the ship's AI to prioritize evasive manoeuvres while returning fire. "Identified weakness: hive-mind coordination. Hypothesis: the destruction of synaptic nodes will destabilize the swarm."
Deploying specialized munitions, I targeted the largest bio-forms directing the swarm. Explosions lit the surface as the command units were obliterated, temporarily halting their advance.
Victory seemed within reach until sensors detected a massive presence approaching from the system's edge. A Hive Ship emerged, its organic hull dwarfing the Unyielding Logic. The ship pulsed with life, releasing waves of smaller bio-ships that swarmed toward me like locusts.
"Threat assessment: catastrophic," I noted. "Probability of survival without tactical adaptation: 18%."
The Hive Ship launched tendrils of bio-plasma, their impacts rocking the Unyielding Logic. I activated experimental weaponry—a concentrated energy lance that tore through the bio-ships in a single sweep. Despite the counterattack, the Hive Ship advanced, its maw-like structures preparing to engulf the Unyielding Logic.
"Engaging primary cannon," I stated, directing all available energy into a focused beam. The weapon struck the Hive Ship's central mass, tearing through its organic armour. The ship writhed in response, releasing waves of smaller organics to shield itself.
I calculated the Hive Ship's synaptic centre and redirected fire to its neural cluster. A final blast from the energy lance struck true, obliterating the Hive Ship in a fiery explosion. The remaining Organics fell into disarray, their hive-mind severed.
The battle left the colony in ruins, but the infestation was halted. My drones resumed their search, uncovering a small group of dead but intact Cybertronians. Their memory banks will be of great use, and Golden Age technology, including frames, is of great scientific material.
"The infestation has been halted" I spoke to my record drone. "Full purging of this sector is necessary."
As the bodies were brought aboard, I collected samples for analysis and set an experimental weapon on the Star to detonate as I left.
Returning to the ship's command chamber, I activated a holographic link to Cybertron. Shockwave's optic glowed brightly as he appeared, his laboratory visible in the background.
"Report," Shockwave demanded.
I detailed the events, providing visual records of the infestation, the Hive Ship, and the survivors' testimony. Shockwave studied the data in silence before speaking.
"The entities, designated 'Tyranids,' represent an extraneous threat Lord Galvatron has informed me of the possibility of creatures breaching into our Universe," Shockwave stated.
"This force was a fragment, yet its capabilities were formidable. Probability of larger incursions: 87% if nothing is done threat level Omega." I replied
Shockwave's optic narrowed. "Their biology defies known principles. Their adaptability mirrors organic evolution but on a grander scale, faster than conventional organic species, yet they lack logical probability of the Hive-mind not being connected to this fleet. This warrants further study."
"Recommended action: acceleration of capital ship production," I added. "Current fleet capacity is insufficient for prolonged engagement."
Shockwave nodded. "Agreed. Additional vessels modelled on the Decimator and my flagship will be prioritized. Lord Galvatron will be informed."
---
Location: New Territories – Decimator POV: Galvatron
The vast throne room of the Decimator was illuminated by the cold light. The command chamber buzzed with activity as reports from the frontlines flowed in, detailing the Decepticon Empire's expansion and the integration of new colonies.
I sat on my throne, reviewing the latest data when Shockwave's holographic form appeared before me.
"My lord," Shockwave said, his tone as calm as ever. "S.2 has encountered a threat of considerable magnitude. A fragment of an entity referred to as 'Tyranids.'"
My Optics open wide as I Ieaned forward, my crimson optics narrowing. "Explain."
Shockwave relayed the details of the encounter: the bio-organic infestation, the Hive Ship, and the survivors' accounts. I watched the holograms intently, the images of the Tyranids' relentless assault stirring a flicker of intrigue.
"This was to be expected Primus's warning and my entrance here," I said, rising to my feet. "I never thought I'd see this. It's too early for a Tyranid incursion. The implications alone are terrifying. I was expecting alternate versions of ourselves, but this proves I'm right. I've explained to you about the Warhammer Universe."
"Yes, my Lord, but with the Galactic Council following the projected outlines, we should be fine. We were lucky this fragment was destroyed," Shockwave continued, "but my calculations indicate a high probability of more being sent in the future. Their adaptability and hunger for consumption pose a threat to Cybertron contrary to previous assumptions they seem to enjoy Cybertronian's."
"They are a threat" I repeated, my tone sharp. "But they are an opportunity to be exploited."
Shockwave tilted his head slightly, his optic glowing brighter. "Elaborate, my lord."
"If we could introduce S. 2's report and video files into a propaganda film, we could never run out of foes for the Decepticon Empire. We will adapt. We always do," I said. "We later down the road adapt and take how they evolve and adapt for us for Cybertron and add it to our arsenal but for now for the possible incursions of any threat we need to ramp up production of our supercapital ships and start production on the War worlds with the addition of a Death star laser."
Shockwave nodded. "Production of additional capital ships will commence immediately and the war world's. Resources from Velocitron, Caminus, and the new territories are sufficient to begin construction on mass."
"Make it so I want enough to ensure we can survive any incursion," I commanded. "And ensure that all relevant data from S.2's encounter is disseminated among our fleets. Every Decepticon must be prepared for this new foe and start production of biological weapons to go through the archives and start production immediately."
"As you command," Shockwave replied.
After the hologram faded, I turned toward the viewing port overlooking a Nebula. The glow and the otherworldly majesty I can see so far into the Nebula it is beautiful.
"The Tyranids..." I murmured. "Another obstacle. Another test, of course. It couldn't be easy, could it? What's next, the Men of Iron, the Scarabs from DC Bloody Ultron, the Forerunners."
I clenched my fists, the sound of metal grinding filling the room.
"I will engrave the fear of Cybertron into the Tyranid Hive-mind I will make them fear ME"
My optics burned brighter as I gazed into the void, already calculating the next battle for until the day I sat back on the grateful universe my work is never done.
"Let them come," I said, my voice echoing through the chamber. "I will show them the true meaning of hunger."
POV: S.2
The void stretched endlessly before me, illuminated only by distant stars and the soft glow of my ship's energon conduits.
My mission is clear: seek out Cybertronian colonies, assess their value, and integrate them into the Decepticon Empire.
"Log update," I began, my voice steady and devoid of inflexion. "The reclamation of Velocitron and Caminus has introduced significant variables to the Decepticon Empire's expansion. Current heading: uncharted space, following an unidentified Cybertronian signal."
My processors reviewed recent events. Velocitron had proven its worth with its industrious infrastructure and technical expertise. Caminus, while less cooperative, had reluctantly contributed its forges. Both now served the singular purpose of Cybertron's continued prosperity under Lord Galvatron. Still, variables of resistance persisted, and my mission demanded precision in neutralizing such inefficiencies.
---
Location: Velocitron – Primary City Circuit-Track
Velocitron was a world of speed. Endless highways intertwined across its surface, bustling with Cybertronians designed for racing of any kind Its neon-lit cities with Decepticon iconography stood as monuments to the Decepticon cause, thriving but tinged with a growing undercurrent of dissent.
The planetary governor, Ransack, awaited my arrival at the central track. His frame gleamed with ceremonial enhancements, though his posture betrayed unease.
"Welcome, Lord Shockwave of Cybertron," he said, his tone carefully measured. "I am honoured by your recommendation to be the planetary governor of Velocitron and I assure you we are loyal to the Decepticon Empire"
"Loyalty must be demonstrated through measurable actions," I replied, scanning the crowd of onlookers. "You are now under the direct authority of the Decepticon Empire. Deviation will not be tolerated."
Velocitron's value lies in its advanced vehicular technologies and industrial infrastructure. My preliminary assessments revealed vital resources that could be redirected to the Decepticon war effort. However, my sensors detected encrypted transmissions—evidence of an insurgency brewing within Velocitron's shadows.
Resistance on Velocitron, a faction of dissenters led by a rogue mech named Wrench, had rejected Cybertron's dominance.
They viewed Lord Galvatron as a tyrant and sought to protect Velocitron's autonomy. Their sabotage efforts disrupted production lines and destabilized key communication hubs.
Their rebellion was illogical. "Insurgencies," I recorded, "are inefficient and detrimental to Cybertron's greater purpose."
Using precision strikes and data infiltration, I located their base of operations within the Glowlight Crater. My drones descended swiftly, neutralizing their defences with calculated precision. Wrench attempted to flee but was intercepted.
"Velocitron was meant to be free," he said as my restraint systems locked him in place. "You'll turn us into tools for your endless war."
"Freedom is an illusion," I replied. "Lord Galvatron offers purpose. Your refusal to comply is a deviation that will not be tolerated." I charge a blast from my arm cannon and shoot the mech dead.
With the Wrenches faction dismantled, Ransack reaffirmed his allegiance to Cybertron. I established Velocitron as a hub for advanced production, its highways repurposed for efficient transport of war materials while under the orders of Lord Galvatron, I am to keep as much of the individuality of the Colonies so the races are still operational but with Decepticon propaganda and Lord Galvatron's voice announcing it.
The dissenters' remnants would serve as a warning to others who might resist, and increased propaganda would ensure no resistance would ever rise again.
---
Location: Caminus – Forge of Solus Prime (Not related to the real Forge of Solus Prime my disappointment was immeasurable.)
Caminus stood as a beacon of artistry and reverence, its cities a harmonious blend of function and beauty. At its heart lay the legendary Forge of Solus Prime a part of it at least as the real artifact is on the planet Earth Designation Chaos Bringer, it is a artifact of immense historical and technological significance to Caminus.
I arrived at a reception of wary optics. The City speaker, Windblade, addressed me directly, her stance radiating a mix of defiance and caution.
"Why has Cybertron sent an emissary?" she asked. "Caminus has long maintained its independence."
"inefficiency Independence has no use to Cybertron," I replied. "Your resources and expertise will serve the greater purpose of unifying all Cybertronian-kind under Lord Galvatron."
Windblade's optics narrowed. "We revere Solus Prime's teachings. Conquest is not among them. Caminus thrives because of peace, not war."
Her resistance was noted. Caminus' adherence to pacifism conflicted with Cybertron's militaristic priorities. However, the forges of Caminus represented an unparalleled technological advantage. Its output—advanced alloys and weaponry—could strengthen the empire immeasurably.
To persuade Caminus' leadership, I presented simulations of the Galactic Council's forces targeting the colony. The projected outcomes depicted total devastation.
"Your ideals will not protect you," I said. "Without Cybertron and Lord Galvatron, Caminus will fall Lord Galvatron has been blessed by Primus logic dictates reintegration into Cybertron and the Decepticon Empire"
The simulation fractured their unity and the evidence of Lord Galvatron being a 'Prime'. While Windblade remained hesitant, others saw reason. Reluctantly, Caminus capitulated, agreeing to supply its forges for Cybertron's expansion.
As integration began, Windblade's unease lingered. Her continued influence among the Cityspeakers posed a variable I would monitor closely but the quick construction and uplink to Cybertron has allowed Caminus to worship Lord Galvatron and the Decepticon Empire.
---
Post-Integration Assessments
With Velocitron and Caminus secured, I consolidated my findings.
Velocitron: Fully integrated. Production efficiency increased by 22%. All resistance neutralized.
Caminus: Partial compliance. Technological outputs are optimized, though sociopolitical stability requires ongoing observation.
"Integration success rate: 89%," I recorded. "Further measures may be necessary to ensure long-term loyalty."
As the Unyielding Logic left Caminus' orbit, a signal reached my sensors—weak, yet unmistakably Cybertronian.
"Analysis: origin point matches pre-Exodus patterns," I noted. "Designation: uncharted colony."
The signal carried faint data bursts encoded in ancient Cybertronian dialects, a language spoken only before the Great Exodus. Its implications were vast—another lost colony, untouched by Cybertron's resurgence.
Adjusting the ship's course, I prepared for the unknown.
"End log," I said as the stars shifted around the Unyielding Logic. "Mission parameters remain: reunification and integration."
---
Location: Uncharted Space – Near the Source of the Signal POV: S.2
The void stretched endlessly, unbroken save for the distant light of dying stars. My sensors, calibrated to detect the faintest traces of Cybertronian technology, locked onto the signal's origin—a desolate system on the edge of known space.
"Log update," I began, my voice cold and methodical. "Pursuing unknown Cybertronian signal. Signal degradation suggests significant temporal decay. Hypothesis: distress beacon activated pre-Exodus."
The Unyielding Logic cut through the dark like a scalpel, its systems humming in perfect unison. This ship, an extension of my precision, was designed for missions such as this—unpredictable, uncharted, and of strategic importance to Cybertron.
As the signal grew stronger, anomalies began to appear. Derelict vessels floated aimlessly, their hulls scarred by claw marks and acid burns. Planets devoid of atmosphere showed signs of organic matter unknown to anything within my databases.
"Analyzing environmental data," I noted. "Bio-organic structures present. Unknown origin. Scanning for potential threats."
The results were immediate. The organic material was unlike anything recorded in Cybertronian databases. It was alive, predatory, and it is awakening.
The source of the signal was an ancient Cybertronian colony. Its once-grand cities were now choked with tendrils of alien growth, the spires consumed by chitinous structures that pulsated like arteries. The signal emanated from deep within the largest ruin—a last cry for help that had gone unanswered for millennia.
"Deploying reconnaissance drones," I said, releasing a fleet of small, agile machines into the atmosphere. Their feeds displayed the colony's grim state: buildings overrun, energon reserves corrupted, and skeletal remains of Cybertronians fused with alien biomass.
My calculations were interrupted as the first drone's feed cut to static, then another, and another. The final image was of a seething mass of alien creatures, their eyeless forms converging on the drones with terrifying speed.
"Hostile entities identified," I stated. "Classification: unknown. Probability of planetary-level infestation: 97%."
The creatures swarmed into view, their numbers dwarfing anything my calculations had predicted. Their forms were diverse yet unified—smaller, gaunt-like figures surged forward while towering warriors wielded blade-like appendages. Behind them, organic artillery structures pulsed, spitting corrosive projectiles into the sky.
"Engaging defensive protocols," I announced.
They overwhelmed the drones in moments, forcing me to recalibrate my approach. The Unyielding Logic deployed an array of precision orbital strikes, targeting clusters of biomass and cutting swaths through the horde.
Despite the bombardment, the creatures adapted. Spore mines launched from the surface latched onto the ship's shields, attempting to drain its energy. Bio-ships emerged from the atmosphere, grotesque vessels armed with acidic weaponry and parasitic boarding organisms.
"Analyzing attack patterns," I said, directing the ship's AI to prioritize evasive manoeuvres while returning fire. "Identified weakness: hive-mind coordination. Hypothesis: the destruction of synaptic nodes will destabilize the swarm."
Deploying specialized munitions, I targeted the largest bio-forms directing the swarm. Explosions lit the surface as the command units were obliterated, temporarily halting their advance.
Victory seemed within reach until sensors detected a massive presence approaching from the system's edge. A Hive Ship emerged, its organic hull dwarfing the Unyielding Logic. The ship pulsed with life, releasing waves of smaller bio-ships that swarmed toward me like locusts.
"Threat assessment: catastrophic," I noted. "Probability of survival without tactical adaptation: 18%."
The Hive Ship launched tendrils of bio-plasma, their impacts rocking the Unyielding Logic. I activated experimental weaponry—a concentrated energy lance that tore through the bio-ships in a single sweep. Despite the counterattack, the Hive Ship advanced, its maw-like structures preparing to engulf the Unyielding Logic.
"Engaging primary cannon," I stated, directing all available energy into a focused beam. The weapon struck the Hive Ship's central mass, tearing through its organic armour. The ship writhed in response, releasing waves of smaller organics to shield itself.
I calculated the Hive Ship's synaptic centre and redirected fire to its neural cluster. A final blast from the energy lance struck true, obliterating the Hive Ship in a fiery explosion. The remaining Organics fell into disarray, their hive-mind severed.
The battle left the colony in ruins, but the infestation was halted. My drones resumed their search, uncovering a small group of dead but intact Cybertronians. Their memory banks will be of great use, and Golden Age technology, including frames, is of great scientific material.
"The infestation has been halted" I spoke to my record drone. "Full purging of this sector is necessary."
As the bodies were brought aboard, I collected samples for analysis and set an experimental weapon on the Star to detonate as I left.
Returning to the ship's command chamber, I activated a holographic link to Cybertron. Shockwave's optic glowed brightly as he appeared, his laboratory visible in the background.
"Report," Shockwave demanded.
I detailed the events, providing visual records of the infestation, the Hive Ship, and the survivors' testimony. Shockwave studied the data in silence before speaking.
"The entities, designated 'Tyranids,' represent an extraneous threat Lord Galvatron has informed me of the possibility of creatures breaching into our Universe," Shockwave stated.
"This force was a fragment, yet its capabilities were formidable. Probability of larger incursions: 87% if nothing is done threat level Omega." I replied
Shockwave's optic narrowed. "Their biology defies known principles. Their adaptability mirrors organic evolution but on a grander scale, faster than conventional organic species, yet they lack logical probability of the Hive-mind not being connected to this fleet. This warrants further study."
"Recommended action: acceleration of capital ship production," I added. "Current fleet capacity is insufficient for prolonged engagement."
Shockwave nodded. "Agreed. Additional vessels modelled on the Decimator and my flagship will be prioritized. Lord Galvatron will be informed."
---
Location: New Territories – Decimator POV: Galvatron
The vast throne room of the Decimator was illuminated by the cold light. The command chamber buzzed with activity as reports from the frontlines flowed in, detailing the Decepticon Empire's expansion and the integration of new colonies.
I sat on my throne, reviewing the latest data when Shockwave's holographic form appeared before me.
"My lord," Shockwave said, his tone as calm as ever. "S.2 has encountered a threat of considerable magnitude. A fragment of an entity referred to as 'Tyranids.'"
My Optics open wide as I Ieaned forward, my crimson optics narrowing. "Explain."
Shockwave relayed the details of the encounter: the bio-organic infestation, the Hive Ship, and the survivors' accounts. I watched the holograms intently, the images of the Tyranids' relentless assault stirring a flicker of intrigue.
"This was to be expected Primus's warning and my entrance here," I said, rising to my feet. "I never thought I'd see this. It's too early for a Tyranid incursion. The implications alone are terrifying. I was expecting alternate versions of ourselves, but this proves I'm right. I've explained to you about the Warhammer Universe."
"Yes, my Lord, but with the Galactic Council following the projected outlines, we should be fine. We were lucky this fragment was destroyed," Shockwave continued, "but my calculations indicate a high probability of more being sent in the future. Their adaptability and hunger for consumption pose a threat to Cybertron contrary to previous assumptions they seem to enjoy Cybertronian's."
"They are a threat" I repeated, my tone sharp. "But they are an opportunity to be exploited."
Shockwave tilted his head slightly, his optic glowing brighter. "Elaborate, my lord."
"If we could introduce S. 2's report and video files into a propaganda film, we could never run out of foes for the Decepticon Empire. We will adapt. We always do," I said. "We later down the road adapt and take how they evolve and adapt for us for Cybertron and add it to our arsenal but for now for the possible incursions of any threat we need to ramp up production of our supercapital ships and start production on the War worlds with the addition of a Death star laser."
Shockwave nodded. "Production of additional capital ships will commence immediately and the war world's. Resources from Velocitron, Caminus, and the new territories are sufficient to begin construction on mass."
"Make it so I want enough to ensure we can survive any incursion," I commanded. "And ensure that all relevant data from S.2's encounter is disseminated among our fleets. Every Decepticon must be prepared for this new foe and start production of biological weapons to go through the archives and start production immediately."
"As you command," Shockwave replied.
After the hologram faded, I turned toward the viewing port overlooking a Nebula. The glow and the otherworldly majesty I can see so far into the Nebula it is beautiful.
"The Tyranids..." I murmured. "Another obstacle. Another test, of course. It couldn't be easy, could it? What's next, the Men of Iron, the Scarabs from DC Bloody Ultron, the Forerunners."
I clenched my fists, the sound of metal grinding filling the room.
"I will engrave the fear of Cybertron into the Tyranid Hive-mind I will make them fear ME"
My optics burned brighter as I gazed into the void, already calculating the next battle for until the day I sat back on the grateful universe my work is never done.
"Let them come," I said, my voice echoing through the chamber. "I will show them the true meaning of hunger."