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Starscream was giddy. The thought of taking Megatron unawares, of vanquishing both him and Optimus Prime when the cowards both assumed that they would never have to fight again... It was beautiful. His plan was flawless; his quarry unprepared. It was all he could do to keep from crowing out loud in his delighted anticipation.
As their point of access to the impromptu sanctum, the trio of Decepticon rebels had chosen a tiny chamber, far removed from the large entrance hall where heat signatures showed Megatron and Prime had set up temporary living and working arrangements. The Cassetticons assured Starscream that the room had not been used in vorns. But he didn't seem to care. The closer they got to Megatron, the more manic the Air Commander became. Now that his Glorious Leader had weakened himself by
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---If you haven't read Megatron: Origin, than for Primus' sake look at these pictures so you'll know what I'm on about:
Detail: Megs's Crest
I would never have thought to write any of this at all, if it weren't for this image. Absolutely everything I have written in this entire TF Saga Of Infinite Length was spawned from the idea contained in these three tiny panels.
---BONUS: Spot the Furmanisms for extra points!
(Corax gave me the idea, and I lost my capacity to resist. I had unholy fun.
I'm just hoping, snobbishly, that if you read a line you find particularly
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As time pressed down on him, Optimus found himself measuring the rusted, dusty room in units of Megatron. The restless gray mech paced its sides so often, that the Autobot had memorized the number of steps his old opponent could make along each wall. Nine strides across, and fourteen along its length, with a ceiling that was 1.2 times the height of the two tall mechs at its peak; the room had seemed ample enough when first they had arrived here. Now Optimus fretted at confinement with his longtime enemy. And Megatron raged and fought against it like a caged Nebulan Tigrus.
They'd come to this abandoned warehouse immediately after their bond, and forbidden all their clamoring subordinates from entrance to this hastily-chosen sanctum. Prime hoped that a few orns in seclusion would be enough to give them both the time they needed to adapt to their new relationship, and to plan their strategy for uniting all of Cybertron under their joint rule.
But ever since the spa
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"We'll cover your retreat," the Wreckers' Captain bellowed above the shriek of laser fire.
"No foolhardy last stands, Springer," Prime rumbled to his impetuous lieutenant. "We've already lost the city. Don't add your carcass to the pile!"
"Just get everyone you can away from this hell-hole," the green Autobot replied, "And we'll rejoin you back at headquarters." He threw a quick salute over his shoulder, and disappeared into a boiling cloud of smoke.
"It's time to wreck 'n' rule, boys," he called out over his comm. The crackling slump of a stricken tower behind him almost drowned out the grim battle-cry. "Prime needs two or three more breems to get the wounded out of the warzone. Word is that Decepticon Command have gathered in the Central Square; and it's our job to keep them there, even if we have t
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