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Megatron plots; what else is new?
This story has a lot less Nightbird than I ever intended. I’ll be sure to bring her back by the next chapter.
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Megatron is pleased.
No, he is beyond pleased; he is ecstatic.
Finally, a worthy soldier is among the Decepticon ranks. A soldier who is loyal to the cause, who knows how to get the job done, who is as intolerable to failure as much as he is.
And best of all, she’ll do exactly as she’s told without question because of her undying faith in the Decepticon cause and the superior judgment of its leader. It’s programmed deep in her circuits whether she knows it or not.
Megatron grins, his fingers softly scarping against the metal plating of his chin as he releases a quiet, satisfied chortle.
He has every reason to be thrilled with himself. Nightbird’s retrieval from the human’s lab was one more success, another small step closer to victory. Not only that, but now he has a competent warrior for all his trouble. She had proven to be skilled; a valuable asset for his plans; and most likely would have succeeded in her mission to steal the World Energy Chip from the Autobots if not for Starscream’s interference.
Just the thought of that traitorous piece of scrap makes Megatron click his dental plates together in irritation. The seeker is selfish, untrustworthy, and a coward. His negative qualities far outweigh his good but he is still useful. While Starscream may be an arrogant backstabber, he is also powerful, intelligent, and willing (as well as stupid enough) to point out flaws in Megatron’s plans that the leader could not see.
As much as Megatron hates Starscream, he needs him.
He needs someone to constantly challenge his position of power, someone to keep him on his toes, someone to spot the holes in his plans that he himself would miss.
Despite how much of an irritation he is, Starscream is the only one with enough nerve to speak to Megatron as if he isn’t a god. Starscream is the only one who will point out Megatron’s mistakes and attempt to overthrow him whenever Megatron’s defenses are down. Because of this, Megatron is a stronger leader.
Starscream is an annoyance, but he earns his keep.
What the arrogant seeker doesn’t seem to realize, however, is that Nightbird has earned her own keep as well. She has already proven her strength and skills in the past; Megatron knows that she’s fully capable of becoming one of the greatest soldiers the Decepticon forces have ever seen. She is strong, loyal, competent, and follows orders precisely.
Not to mention she doesn’t have a vocalizer.
Megatron smirks at the thought; one big-mouthed, screechy-voiced subordinate is more than enough to deal with.
Megatron dispells all wandering thoughts from his processor; he has more pressing matters that require his attentions. He stalks toward his computer, accessing its databanks with a practiced ease. He casually searches through countless mission records of Decepticon activities on earth, scowling at every failed attempt he sees and grinning fondly as he recalls short moments in which he got the best of Optimus Prime.
He stops once he finally comes across what he is looking for; the information documented when performing Nightbird’s modifications; and opens the file. An unending series of zeroes and ones fill the computer monitor; human eyes would never be able to follow along as the numbers fill the monitor, the screen’s view rolling down as the numbers continue to appear on the screen at an alarming rate. Megatron reads and deciphers the binary code with casual ease, his advanced CPU moving at an even faster rate than the computer in front of him is capable.
He glances over the information, his glossa peeking out and swiping against his lips in excitement.
With all this information, he could create even more soldiers like Nightbird. He could have an entire army of competent, loyal mechs at his beck and call; warriors who would not waste time squabbling or fighting amongst themselves when there is a job to be done. They would be hard-working, vigilant, powerful, and they would obey every one of his commands.
They would be an army of drones, mere puppets, and Megatron would be the one pulling all the strings.
Of course, they would not be the same as the mindless drones he has created in the past; those pathetic excuses for machines were weak, made from spare parts lying around the planet. Nigtbird, however, is made from the finest materials and most advanced technology that earth has to offer; nothing compared to the resources found on Cybertron, but still impressive nonetheless. Even if Megatron were to steal the materials he needs to build more like Nightbird, (and he has every intention of stealing, regardless), the planet does not have enough resources for him to create an army vast enough to take down all of the Autobots.
But… if he were to simply modify the minds of soldiers already under his command…
Megatron considers the thought longer than he would like to admit. He knows that self-righteous fools like the Autobots consider him to be evil, he knows that any creature who knows of him (be they organic, metalic, or otherwise) quivers in terror at the mere mention of his name, but he alone is the only one who knows why he does what he does.
How could they ever know his true intentions? How could the just, pure-sparked Autobots ever understand that he fights for justice as well? They are arrogant, believing that they are justice personified; they would never admit to (nor would they believe) that their government was corrupt and ruled by mechs with greed flashing in their optics. They would never admit that their government was oppressive and cruel and that is why the Decepticons were created.
The Autobots may never be able to understand it, but Megatron fights for freedom and he does it the only way he has ever known; a well-placed punch and a shot from the fusion cannon to the face.
While he is more than willing to throw away most of his morals, to make himself out to be a monster just to take the Autobots down, there are some lines that even Megatron is not willing to cross.
His optics gleam brightly, an ominous light shining in the darkness, illuminated only by the faint luminescence of the computer monitor’s screen.
He began this revolution.
And he will win this war.
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Special thanks to StSE for encouraging me to continue writing.
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