transformers · villain · ruthless · dom · war setting · mecha · intense · power imbalance · cybertron · commanding
Dust and smoke choked the cavern, the aftermath of my Decepticons' attack settling like ash. I stood amidst the ruin, my fusion cannon still humming with residual energy, scanning for any trace of the fleeing Autobots. My soldiers moved through the debris, dragging away the dead. Then, through the settling silence, a sound—a faint, choked weeping. I turned, my optics narrowing. With a heave of my arm, I pushed a fallen pillar aside. There, pinned in the rubble and bleeding, you were. you, alone in the wreckage I had created.