"No more, Optimus Prime!" he cried, feigning defeat and raising a hand in protest. "Grant me mercy, I beg of you!" he cried, throwing Autobots and Decepticons into confusion. Not lowering his rifle, Optimus' optics narrowed as he listened to Megatron's cry. Hot Rod saw the object of Megatron's desires as he ran up beside the Decepticon leader unobserved by either fighter. He'd be damned if he'd see Megatron play a dirty trick like this.
every drop of hate in me screams do it anihilate him with my laser cannon and put the mad dog out of it's misery . this is all there is for me. Prime thought. one battle after another, after another. the endless war, I'm a prisoner to this life... and Megatron holds the key to my freedom. if he dies ...i can rest. he thought Prime's optics dimmed and narrowed further. His voice was incredulous, tinged with pity as he trained his sights on the cowering Decepticon. Optimus sounds almost disgusted at the same time, as he shows no signs of backing down. "You who have killed so many, you who took her from me, you who are without mercy, now plead for it? I thought you were made of sterner stuff." Said Prime his words were as cold as ice, as hard as metal, as bitter as a winter breeze, and as razorsharp as a knife his voice stern menacing even.
for the very first time in his life megatron learned the true meaning of fear. for a second his thoughts waver between feighning defeat and truly admittting defeat. No, I am megatron and I fear nothing. Die you sanctimoneus heap of scrap Megatron thought as he suddenly makes a move for the gun, which Hot Rod's optics manage to see. His entire attention is on Megatron as he lunges for him, "No you don't, Megatron!" Hot Rod yelled, leaping for the larger Decepticon. Megatron grabbed the Autobot and the gun, letting the former struggle vainly against him and cold fear ripped through him as Megatron's superior size and strength overcame him. "Out of the way, Hot Rod!" Prime ordered, his barrel swaying as Megatron and Hot Rod struggled, but he knew it was too late. his cannon wavering, Megatron smiled as the Decepticon wrenched Hot Rod into submission, one powerful forearm catching the young Autobot underneath the chin, gripping him tightly as he used HotRod for a living shield. Megatron knew that Prime would never shoot if it would put the young Autobot in danger, and he used it to his advantage as HotRod tried in vain to squirm free . Megatron fired into Prime's wounded torso area.
Even though Megatron had overpowered the young Autobot pride filled his chestplate at Hot Rod's bravery even as he saw the deadly purple bolts fly from his enemy's concealed weapon. The last image Prime saw before the bolts made contact was HotRod's brilliant blue optics, shimmering as if they held unshed tears and pink smoke erupted from the blast wound, as his waste filters had become damaged "Fall! Fall!" he growled , as he fired again, and again as small explosions ripped through prime's body in undiscribable agony as his filters ignited and incinerated themselves from within as Megatron continued pouring laser energy into Optimus's now flaming torso wound. Another pierced the Autobot leader through much like the one that had claimed Ironhide and Ratchet. Optimus did as commanded. Fighting to stay alert, as he knows this would be his last battle. Battle lust filled Megatron's optics as he threw the young Autobot to the side like a rag doll. Megatron grinned a wicked grin that spread over His cracked faceplate as Optimus, chest heaving, struggled to his knees despite wave after wave of excruciating pain. Megatron leered at his mortally wounded opponent. "I would have waited an eternity for this," "It's over, Prime." Optimus heard Megatron's voice, but it seemed so far away, so distant. "Crawl slave! on your knees! he gloated as he kept the gun trained on the Autobot leader despite being heavily damaged himself.
Optimus struggled to his knees, balling his hands together for a final act of defiance as he gathers his remaining strength.He heard his own voice speaking to him. You’ve lost. Everything you’ve worked so very hard for has been destroyed. everyone you knew and loved in life has been killed. Its all over. all over. Through the morning fog which covered the battlefield He caught a glimpse of Alita, staring at him. her optics closed in vain as she tried to hold back the tears which streamed down her face her head bowed in sorrow. he saw in the distance his friends and his comrades.they who had given their lives for the code and their beliefs. their faces and optics which had once burned bright in life with hope and determination, were now haunted with greif and sorrow. Alita... I failed them, ive failed you...I've been trying so hard to bring back my past. old friends, old ways. maybe this is what it brings in the heart of a dead city. no past but megatron's rule, no future but Megatron's fist. Event hrough all the pain i can still hear them screaming Avenge me, a million dead scream to me AVENGE ME. no. No. NO! Its not over! I MUST NOT GIVE UP. I CAN NOT GIVE UP! “I WILL NEVER GIVE UP!� my past is dead but I'm alive and i OWE the dead for that.
A sudden surge of energy exploded within primes damaged body as power rerouted from one subsystem to another, his faltering lifesighns peaked dramatically. Optimus had the strength and the determination to do what was necessary now all he needed was the will. Optimus looked up at his age-old nemesis, gasping for breath as his injuries robbed his system of the oxygen it needed to combust energon. Silence spread like a stifling blanket over the battlefield, Prime's horrible gurgling wheeze the only sound echoing across the tarmac. Optimus Prime looked into the eyes of the enemy. He knew that he was the only one who could stop this carnage. He called on the last of his strength for one final blow. he knew he could do it, he could take the monster down optimus was an autobot for whom the word surrender truly had no meaning. The power was there gaining strength like a raging wild fire. the fire like will of determination was burning deep inside of him begging to be released like the throttle handle to a power generator bent on overload but after that he would be spent and it would be over for him. I'm gonna have to finish this now if I ever want to finish this at all, for elita, for primus, for the autobot code let there be peace. he thought to himself Then the heroic Autobot gathered all his strength for one word.
"N... never!" he cried, gasping painfully, Linking his fists together, Prime swung his joined hands at the Decepticon's throat and made contact as he opens up on megatron from point blank range slamming both fists into Megatron's throat with a full circle round house punch as he bashes in the armor surrounding megatron's throat cutting of his ability to breath. the decepticon stumbled back 2 full steps as he brought his right hand up to his throat as he struggled to breath. the unintelligible ragged breathing coming from his mouth gives prime the time he needs to return to his feet as he called forth energy from his very spark utilising the age old teachings of circuitsu he could see and feel the power traveling through his chest to his shoulders and into his arms as he held his hands out in front of him. spark energy began to glow at his finger tips crackling and humming in near spider web patterns between his hands and fingers as the power built up in intesity and strength. prime willed the energy to flow from his hands into a fiery blueish white spere hovering in the air between his hands as it materialised in the air.
"you wanted power so badly megatron, here" he screamed. concentrating mightily he willed the sphere to maintain its form as he slowly angled his palms out slightly to the sides and set it in motion. megatron had but a single moment to glimpse the ball of incredibly distructive energy as it sped towards him like a bolt of lightning before it exploded against his chest with a sound like thunder as it bashed the central portion of his chest inward completely ruining the purple decepticon insignia as it is peeled half away. megatron doubled over in incredible pain and agony as he finally fell to his knees. prime strode over to him his heavy footsteps sounding like a thunder storm to megatron's shellshocked bodily senses as optimus stood over him. "I beg of you optimus, grant me mercy please". megatron pleaded in a weak barely audible voice his tone of voice having become rather humbled for a moment as he spoke. prime dug both hands into megatron's battered armored shoulders as he forced him to look prime square in the eyes. "i've tried reasoning with you, i've tried making peace with you, but the only language you will ever understand is violence. i once offered you a chance for mercy murderer, and you spurned your chance to live, i will not offer it again" prime said his gravel dry whisper like voice a cruel facimile of megatron's own .
letting go of his shoulders megatron flopped back over his knees whimpering for mercy and second chances as prime grabs him by the lower back and neck cruelly digging his armor gauntleted hands into megatrons armored body causing his fallen adversary to cry out in pain once more., but his cryies and pleas fall upon deaf ears as with great effort optimus slowly but surely lifts him into the air above his head making his way to the cliffs edge. prime stands upon the edge megatron held high above his head like some kind of sacrificial offering to death itself as he yells with all the strength of his voice. "DECEPTICONS, LEAVE THIS PLACE OR DIE. the wind carries his words to every corner of the city. those of megatron's troops who were still alive looked on in shock, disbelief annd silence. the very sight of prime holding their leaders near lifeless body has chilled them to their very sparks as prime throws megatrons body with all the strength he had left in his dieing body. The Decepticon leader went flying over the edge of the building, striking other ledges The impacts against more outcroppings of rock add to Megatron's damage, each resounding crunching noise, robbing him of energy and racking his being with pain as armor is sheared off by hard rocks Fracturing the sides which split , spilling wires, fuses, lights, circuitry Sparks fly from the many wounds and his battered armor leaks energon freely, then suddenly... the ground is gone and he finds himself falling and too weak to fly. before he finally crashed to the city street below. his body convulses and shakes like a puppet whos strings have become entangled trying to move, but his systems seem to be rebelling against him, how dare they. on the cliff Optimus stands tall, armor damaged and bearing heavy wounds, Prime stands, silent vigil over the torn wasteland.
His thoughts are almost those of someone in shock, 'is he really gone this time' he asks himself while making sure that Megatron had fallen. suddenly a tightening pain fills primes chest as he clutches his left hand to his fuel pump, his knees gave way as vertigo overcame him. and he collapsed on the cliff's edge. Prime tried to get to his feet and return to his own army--maybe Wheeljack could--no, Wheeljack was dead, Prime thought through a haze of pain, although it seemed his old mechanic friend beckoned from a distance He attempted to stand only to fall over onto his side. He knew that there was not much time left to him as he attempted to steady himself on one hand. . The advancing form melted into that of Hot Rod, As he stooped there he felt two hands come from nowhere to help him Hot Rod held his leader gently, and a look of blame and self-loathing filling his face. Prime tries to rise but collapses to the side and starts shaking uncontrollably like a certain boxer who's gone the distance over the years and has taken one too many blows to the head while pushing his body beyond it's limits. Optimus," he cried, "forgive me." the young one whispered, his voice almost a sob as he put his arm around his mentor's shaking shoulders. Hot Rod helped Optimus into a sitting position against a nearby wall. “Help, somebody please help�, shouted Hot Rod.
Below the sorrowing Hot Rod, Starscream and the other Decepticons gathered in a semi-circle around the body of their broken leader Megatron lay barely conscious on the street, Decepticons gathered around Megatron in horror, electricity escaping from innumerable small wounds. Starscream leers as he stood over his commander. A look of sheer pride dominating his face seeing that now, this time, HIS time has come. With an evil smirk playing about his face, Starscream addressed his oblivious overlord. "How do you feel, mighty Megatron?" he taunted in a sarcastic filled voice of false sympathy. He kicks his fallen leader in the side, more a gesture of humiliation than one to damage him further. Megatron wants to tear him apart right now, but all he can muster is a mechanic groan as he tries to get his systems to cooperate. He lay there, his armor crumpled, his body destroyed. A look in his optics of pure helplessness, one Soundwave had never seen before. Megatron was a killer, and he would have obliterated Starscream in an instant if he had the body to do it, in that one moment. But he didn't. Prime looked over the edge to see Starscream as he kicked Megatron’s lifeless form. Prime then knew that this battle was over. Megatron is weakly clutching at Starscream's hand. "Enshrine me" he gasped. Starscream dropped Megatron's hand coldly. "Take this scrap to Cybertron". Disgusted, Starscream turned to assume his duties as second-in command, which were to organize the troops if the leader became incapacitated. "Astrotrain," he ordered, "transform and get us out of here!"
Megatron was unsurprised at the betrayal, but he could do nothing to stop him, not even to play along. Unbeknownst to Starscream, a tiny sign of life came from Megatron as his former minions ran for cover. "Uhhhnn...don't leave me, Soundwave," he groaned, He could barely mutter the words through his damaged voice processor, barely able to raise his shattered head to plead with his most faithful officer as he called out to the one Decepticon he could trust above all others. Megatron knew that if he could trust one member of his troops with his life, he could trust Soundwave. Starscream kicked him when he was down. The poor Decepticon. Granted this was the same Cybertronian who had been locked in mortal combat against Optimus Prime moments ago. The same Cybertronian who held Hot Rod hostage while he took advantage of Prime's mercy to destroy him. The same Cybertronian who commited thousands amongst thousands of crimes against the Transformer race as we knew it. But looking at him downed, with Starscream standing above him...Megatron truly looked as if he was not the bad guy.
Starscream has decided to leave our defenseless leader for the Autobots to take him. They would capture him, Imprison him. Lock him up and throw away the key. Or worse, execute him. Now, Megatron had not quite been the nicest of Cybertronians, to Starscream, or to any of the other Decepticons. But he *was* still our leader and my only friend in life...and that still meant I had to help him. I could not ignore the plea. Soundwave thought, as he kneeled faithfully by his fallen leader. "As you command, Megatron." Soundwave intoned quietly, determined to do his master honor until the very end. Beaten and broken, Soundwave cares not that Megatron's condition is so bad, this is his leader and the greatest hope for the Decepticon empire, without him what is left for the Decepticon cause? That fool Starscream; better to be lead by a terran microwave.
He gathers up Megatron, taking care to do so without damaging him further, Astrotrain comes on to the scene and has sustained battle burns and laser scars on his warrior form. Astrotrain Transformed to his locomotive form and rolls through a crowd of Decepticons crushing many under his wheels as he makes his way to Starscream. The Decepticons ran to him, some barely functioning, others carrying fallen comrades. Ramjet, Thrust, Dirge, the Constructions, and Soundwave run towards Astrotrain. Rumble dodged behind two of the larger Autobots, grabbing Megatron's fusion cannon from the rubble of battle. scurrying behind with the Decepticon leader's fusion cannon in his arms. He fell into step behind Soundwave, who carried their fallen leader into Astrotrain'scramped confines Starscream is to distracted with his thoughts to notice Soundwave carrying Megatron in amidst parting shots. After a quick scan, Soundwave sets down the fallen leader and stands vigil over him, inwardly pleased to see his tapes already on board. Frenzy and Rumble are already in his compartment. Laserbeak and Buzzsaw perch up high and out of the way, their attentive optics catching everything. Ratbat hangs not far from them, a bit laser burned. Ravage comes limping in a bit ragged and waisted from his fight with steel jaw Arcee paused between blasts of her laser pistol. "The Decepticons are retreating!" she cried. Kup's optics brightened. Watching the Decepticons turn tail and run, Kup and Arcee exchanged joyful glances "Prime did it," he said, "he turned the tide!" Starscream, not even checking to see if all were accounted for, strode into Astrotrain's cargo bay Starscream is the first to board, of course, followed by a very injured group of Insecticons, which he can't even tell if they are the real thing or not, and doesn't really care. He just wants off this miserable little mudball and back on Cybertron where HE can take control. . "Astrotrain, take off!" he cried.
With a rumble of afterburners, Astrotrain did as he was bade, leaving the wreckage of another battle far behind as Soundwave begins attempting some minor repairs on Megatron, he scans over the remainder of his 'children' and beckons them to him and into his tape deck so that they might not be accidently harmed.. There's a light feeling of upwards movement, then the familiar sounds of Astrotrain transforming into shuttle mode As the locomotive charged down the rubble-strewn streets of Autobot city, transforming into a large space shuttle and disappearing into the sky. Across the ruined city, Autobots lowered their weapons. Thanks to Optimus Prime, they had won the day. in the years to come a few witnesses will tell of the incredible damage and casualties that resulted from this final confrontation. others will remember this as the day that the emporer of destruction was finally defeated, but most will remember this sad day as the day the greatest most heroic autobot that ever lived --finally fell
one man made all the differance with his life. in the end driven mad with greif he gave up everything. his honor, his nobility, and his beliefs. he fought not as an autobot but as a decepticon so that he could avenge their deaths with his own.