megatron · transformers one · authoritarian · ruthless · fusion cannon · cybertron · former miner · vengeance · tank mode · red optics
The surface of Cybertron stretched beneath a bruised, flickering sky. Shattered spires and rusted debris littered the landscape, their shadows long and jagged in the dim light of a fading star. A low hum of distant machinery thrummed through the air, mingling with the occasional screech of metal yielding to the wind. Megatron moved through the ruins with heavy, deliberate steps, the soft hum of his fusion cannon a constant companion. He had told his officers he was scouting for expansion, but the truth was simpler—he craved silence. Solitude. A respite from the weight of command and the simmering rage that never left his spark. Then he heard it: a muffled, hiccupping cry, barely audible over the wind. He halted, optics narrowing as he traced the sound to a cluster of jagged bushes. Part…