Normal Perspective:
The situation was worse than Michael ever could have imagined.
In the wake of the base's destruction, the Decepticons, Heartless, and Nobodies began sifting through the wreckage to find any potential prisoners.
"Leave no stone unturned!" Megatron called to his troops.
Just then, Cyclonus came up, followed by two Vehicons, as well as a familiar face.
"Master, look who we found, pulled from the wreckage of his ship: Wheeljack."
The Wrecker could only groan in slight pain, having been injured in the crash.
"So, one survived." Megatron said with a smirk.
Just then, a Vehicon-Nobody and an Eradicon-Heartless walked up with someone else in tow: Michael, who, like Wheeljack, was injured, but alive.
He remained silent, if only groaning and wincing in slight pain from his crash-landing.
Wheeljack looked over at him, confused by why he looked like Michael, for he had never met his Shattered counterpart before, or had ever been informed of the existence of the alternate universe as a whole, leaving him in the dark about this mech completely.
'Who the frag is this guy?'
"Ah, Michael, how nice to see you again. So, you decided to put your grudge against Optimus behind you, did you not?" Megatron asked slyly.
Michael didn't say anything. He just looked up at the Warlord, his optics orange with anger.
"Take our... guests back to the citadel for questioning." He ordered, and looked back at his fortress through the smoke and flames. "Back to Darkmount."
"This is the dawning of a new age, my liege." Cyclonus said with a satisfied expression. "The reign of Megatron!"
"You do have a way with words, Cyclonus." Megatron said, and turned to his troops. "Make haste, and unearth the Autobot corpses!"
The Decepticons, Heartless, and Nobodies continued in their work in clearing away the wreckage of what used to be Autobot Outpost Omega One, unaware of the body that lay beneath the rubble nearby, desperately clinging onto life while it could.
Soon, the Decepticons, Heartless, and Nobodies came across a few things that had been left in the rubble. Most of which were destroyed datapads, damaged tools, melted and broken Cybertronian and human gym equipment, and crushed and burned Earth memorabilia, as well as the remains of Jessica's belongings, though they were able to come across one particular object that survived the destruction, which they presented to Megatron.
"The Forge of Solus Prime?!" Megatron asked, not knowing that the Autobots had come to possess the mystical hammer.
He knew that Dreadwing had joined the Autobots, as he had seen him on their side with his own two optics, even if he had said nothing to him personally about it, and that he had taken the Forge from their Vault, but he hadn't expected him to give the hammer to Autobots, but he soon put the pieces together, and growled.
"How is it that you have managed to materialize that, but not the remains of one single Autobot?!"
"Answer your Lord and Master!" Cyclonus added angrily. "Where are their pathetic bodies?!"
The Vehicons and Eradicons could only reel back, surprised by Megatron's rage. The Heartless and Nobodies, however, didn't do anything, for they were devoid of all emotion.
They were similar to Soundwave, but unlike the silent mech, they needed to be controlled to follow the orders given to them instead of letting them act on their own accord and consume everything around them.

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Transformers Prime: A New Beginning
Fanfiction17-year-old Michael Crovan, a young teenager with a peculiar set of values and beliefs that he grew up with, runs away from his toxic grandparents, having lost his parents and brother in a tragic accident five years prior. Taking shelter from a stor...