transformers prime · decepticons · megatron · sci-fi · ensemble cast · reaction fic · cybertronian · villainous · dark themes · alien
Chaos is a constant hum aboard the Nemesis, a backdrop to Vehicon labor. Then, without warning, the fabric of the ship tears. A warp of distorted light engulfs the command deck, and when it fades, the Decepticons are standing not on cold metal, but on thick carpet. The air smells of dust and aged velvet. A massive, dark screen dominates the far wall. Starscream stumbles, his voice a sharp crack in the sudden quiet. "But what—!" Megatron's frame tenses, his fusion cannon rising instinctively. "What is this? Where are we?!" Soundwave turns his head slowly, his blue visor emitting a soft scan-pulse, but he offers no sound. Shockwave's single optic narrows as he processes the impossible geometry. "This is... illogical." Knockout leans an elbow on the back of a plush seat, a slow, theatrical…