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The battle took place in a gritty desert.

Megatron shouted orders, leading his troops as they gained terrain. He was enjoying himself, fighting dirty as became a true Decepticon. The promise of destruction made the energon in his fuel lines boil, excited him in a dark, terrible way. The smell of burnt components filled the air, and shouts echoed across the cliffs.

It wasn’t a good day for battle, and the fight had lasted far too long, but Megatron could not pull out until he was sure Soundwave’s mission had succeeded.

The skirmish continued into the valley. It had been simple to fool the Autobots into a trap. It didn’t surprise him when they came after him, but where was Prime? Megatron’s pride demanded a worthy foe, not lackeys. A dark shape came out of the dust. A lowly grunt. The Autobot slammed into him, trying to drag him down. Megatron tore his arm off.

“Insignificant little gnat.”

The mech yelled and Megatron sneered, dropping the arm. He lifted the screaming mech and hurled him straight into his running peers. From the left, Ravage attacked them with a savage snarl. Megatron put his hands on his hips, smearing them with fluids.

So much for that.

He moved along, scanning the field, looking for his nemesis. The sun burnt the very air, scorching him from within with every intake he drew. He ached for some coolant and blessed shade, but there was no time for such daydreams. Mechs were fighting, throttling each-other into hard rocks, breaking their armour against the bare ground. Dust covered everything in its path, made it impossible to get a proper overview.

The warlord coughed some of it out of his vents. He needed to put some distance between himself and those fighting. The battle-field had erupted into a cluttered, disorganised brawl. He snarled in annoyance, kicking a small bot out of his way as he climbed to higher ground.

Nobot saw him leave, but from below he could hear shouts and the sound of blasters being fired. Leaning against a boulder, panting in the heat, he realised something was amiss. He counted, then frowned. There were fewer participants than he’d expected. Where were the others?

::Soundwave, report.::

No answer.

Megatron crushed the boulder as he hit it, growling under his breath. Where was Starscream? Had the coward acted against his orders, again? He pulled his full height and turned his gaze towards the small power-plant. Far from sufficient, but useful still. If Prime was engaged in a battle against Soundwave, they could still harvest some energy and convert it to a small share of energon.

Something pulled his attention back to the battle-field. He scanned it, cursing under his breath. Less than eight Autobots? Where were the rest? And where was the Command Trine? If Starscream, the coward glitch he was, had pulled out before he’d said so...

He grit his denta, staring at the scene unfolding beneath him. It was all wrong, but what set his sensors into a frenzy was something entirely else. No sound was heard, but the silence was no longer empty. It crept upon him. He pretended ignorance, played along. He would shoot Starscream in the face. Twice.

”You can come out now, coward.”

No answer? Megatron fumed, then turned with his cannon powering up. The sun blinded him for a crucial moment. He was struck with a blow to his temple, and the last thing Megatron knew before falling into stasis was a large, threatening shape blocking out the sun.

Description

The battle took place in a gritty desert.

Megatron shouted orders, leading his troops as they gained terrain. He was enjoying himself, fighting dirty as became a true Decepticon. The promise of destruction made the energon in his fuel lines boil, excited him in a dark, terrible way. The smell of burnt components filled the air, and shouts echoed across the cliffs.

It wasn’t a good day for battle, and the fight had lasted far too long, but Megatron could not pull out until he was sure Soundwave’s mission had succeeded.

The skirmish continued into the valley. It had been simple to fool the Autobots into a trap. It didn’t surprise him when they came after him, but where was Prime? Megatron’s pride demanded a worthy foe, not lackeys. A dark shape came out of the dust. A lowly grunt. The Autobot slammed into him, trying to drag him down. Megatron tore his arm off.

“Insignificant little gnat.”

The mech yelled and Megatron sneered, dropping the arm. He lifted the screaming mech and hurled him straight into his running peers. From the left, Ravage attacked them with a savage snarl. Megatron put his hands on his hips, smearing them with fluids.

So much for that.

He moved along, scanning the field, looking for his nemesis. The sun burnt the very air, scorching him from within with every intake he drew. He ached for some coolant and blessed shade, but there was no time for such daydreams. Mechs were fighting, throttling each-other into hard rocks, breaking their armour against the bare ground. Dust covered everything in its path, made it impossible to get a proper overview.

The warlord coughed some of it out of his vents. He needed to put some distance between himself and those fighting. The battle-field had erupted into a cluttered, disorganised brawl. He snarled in annoyance, kicking a small bot out of his way as he climbed to higher ground.

Nobot saw him leave, but from below he could hear shouts and the sound of blasters being fired. Leaning against a boulder, panting in the heat, he realised something was amiss. He counted, then frowned. There were fewer participants than he’d expected. Where were the others?

::Soundwave, report.::

No answer.

Megatron crushed the boulder as he hit it, growling under his breath. Where was Starscream? Had the coward acted against his orders, again? He pulled his full height and turned his gaze towards the small power-plant. Far from sufficient, but useful still. If Prime was engaged in a battle against Soundwave, they could still harvest some energy and convert it to a small share of energon.

Something pulled his attention back to the battle-field. He scanned it, cursing under his breath. Less than eight Autobots? Where were the rest? And where was the Command Trine? If Starscream, the coward glitch he was, had pulled out before he’d said so...

He grit his denta, staring at the scene unfolding beneath him. It was all wrong, but what set his sensors into a frenzy was something entirely else. No sound was heard, but the silence was no longer empty. It crept upon him. He pretended ignorance, played along. He would shoot Starscream in the face. Twice.

”You can come out now, coward.”

No answer? Megatron fumed, then turned with his cannon powering up. The sun blinded him for a crucial moment. He was struck with a blow to his temple, and the last thing Megatron knew before falling into stasis was a large, threatening shape blocking out the sun.