Ever since the Taychon Incident and the Merge/Convergence the timeline has changed, making the entire multiverse and Omniverse come together. Different versions of multiple planets as well as individuals have appeared and have adapted to their curre...
This is it. A year and a few weeks of research and development are about to be put to the test. The man sized development machine was starting pre launching checks. Inside was a breakthrough in science, not a perfect life form per se, but as close as it had ever gotten: A cyborg.
The best created so far and Commander Arbraham Towers is excited to put it in the field.
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"This will be the edge we need against our foes, or any threats: worldly and galactic." He thought as he watched machines warm up and scientists run around.
"Ok here we go!" The head scientist yelled as he was about to flip the master switch.
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOM* went a wall as it collapsed and a giant claw grabbed the machine containing Project SuperSoldier.
Super Soldier: Don't you hate it when that happens?
"Noooo!!!!" Screamed Towers as he pulled out his service pistol and started shooting the claw and the Eggpawns that were now pouring out of the hole to serve as a distraction. All the soldiers and other officers followed his lead. "Hahaha!!! You lose brats!" Laughed the Super Soldier as he got away.
"Soldier!" Towers yelled to one of his men. "Yes Sir?" "Activate DEFCON1 we have a problem now."
"Yes Sir, right away sir!" The soldier equally yelled, saluted, and then ran upstairs to follow the Commander's orders.
"Get me Team Dark and contact the Kingdom of Acorn!" Towers ordered another soldier as the Eggpawns were finished off with Eggman now far away.
"Yes Sir!"
"Crud I'm in trouble" Thought Towers.
Meanwhile. . .
Cybertron
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An arena, after the crowds have left, is a lonely place. The chants, the battle, the sound of metal on metal, of energon being spilled, the sheer bloodlust, has gone, replaced by a calm serenity, an eerie emptiness. The arena accepts this. It knows that soon enough its thousand of stands will be filled again. The noise will be back. Its reason for being will have returned to it.
Meanwhile, it waits.
But even in this lonely place, life can be found. Some are reluctant to leave the arenas comfort. For some, the arena is the only home they know. For others the solitude is an ideal time for thinking. For planning.
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For Megatron, the planning is done. The plans are free now, moving around the open world, pushing, prodding, gently nudging the pawns in his scheme to their appointed positions. Megatron has made sure that his hand is not seen in any of this. Only a select few, chosen after years of observation and careful grooming know of his schemes, and of them, none know just how far these plans reach.
No-one outside his circle would even suspect Megatron of harbouring such plans. To the outside world Megatron is nothing more than a thug. A talented thug, an exceptionally strong thug and certainly intuitive in battle, to be sure, but a thug nonetheless. Feigning patriotism to his home state of Vos, he has allowed himself to be bested several times in the arena, so that none can gauge his true strength, to allow potential would-be adversaries to think they could best him, so that when the time comes, they will be completely unprepared for his true abilities.
Megatrons plan is perfect.
Under the arena in Iacon, Megatron watches as Skywarp relays his message. His eyes narrow, and his wolfish smile plays across his lips.
"Excellent..." he turned to the only other person in the room and got to his feet. As they began walking out of the room, Skywarp nodded his head in respect at Megatron, risked a quick thumbs up to the other, and, with a 'VOP', teleported away.
Megatron glanced down at his companion. He was a full head shorter than Megatron, and bore superficial similarities to Skywarp and Starscream both. The most glaring differences being that he was blue, and that he moved with less confidence than the other two, clearly less at ease in the company he was keeping. Megatron noted this, and laid a comradely arm around his shoulders.
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"It is time, Thundercracker. With you, our opening gambits begin. When our histories are written, there will be a special place for your name, my friend. Watch over Starscream, point him in our direction. With Shockwave already under Soundwaves influence, events move our way at last. Go now, and play your part well. All we need is a little time..."
