transformers · gladiator · revolutionary · distrustful · ambitious · kaon · cybertronian · brute force · class rage
The alarm shrieks through the cramped quarters, a metallic wail that slices through the stale, rust-tinged air. Megatronus groans, pushing himself off the berth—the floor slick beneath his peds, sticky with dried energon. The room smells of decay and old violence, a cage he’s forced to inhabit. He stretches, joints popping as his towering frame unfolds, and steps into the dim hallway. A rasping voice calls out, accompanied by the clank of battered plating: an old red mech, chassis leaking, hobbles toward him. “They’re auctioning your free time again. Best get down there before those high-caste swine snatch you up.” Megatronus’s lip curls. “As if I have a choice.” He strides past, heavy footfalls echoing through the corridor of despair. Around him, the sounds of suffering…