Within the austere confines of his private quarters aboard the formidable Nemesis, Megatron sat upon his imposing throne. The dimly lit room cast elongated shadows upon the walls, creating an atmosphere of somber introspection. His piercing crimson optics fixed upon the distant stars visible through the viewport, as his thoughts revolved around the young ex-Autobot he had adopted as his own: Smokescreen. Beside him, the ever-loyal Soundwave stood silently, his presence a comforting anchor in the sea of Megatron's turbulent emotions. The leader of the Decepticons turned his gaze to Soundwave, his voice resonating with a mixture of concern and contemplation.
"Soundwave," Megatron began, his voice heavy with unspoken worry. "Do you not find it troubling that Knock Out has invited Smokescreen to accompany him to Caminus? The allure of Energon cubes may cloud Smokescreen's judgment, and his reckless nature could lead him astray." Soundwave, his visage an enigmatic mask, conveyed his understanding through a subtle nod. Megatron's concern for Smokescreen mirrored his own, for the young mech exhibited a spark that reminded Megatron of his own earlier days—a daring hero, brimming with the conviction of his own greatness.
"Smokescreen's audacity and unwavering belief in his own destiny...it resonates with me," Megatron confided in his faithful confidant. "In him, I see shades of the young mech I once was. The spark of rebellion, the unquenchable thirst for change." Megatron's optics softened, betraying a profound sense of attachment. "I have grown to care for Smokescreen deeply. He is the same newborn sparkling that I once rescued from the clutches of despair, when his mother perished during childbirth after being abandoned by her ex-conjunx-endura."
His clawed fingers traced the cold, metallic armrest of his throne, reminiscing on a bygone era. "Had fate been kinder, I would have adopted Smokescreen as my own son during those years spent in the orphanage near Iacon. But alas, such paths were denied to us." Soundwave's optics shimmered with a muted understanding, wordlessly acknowledging the shared sorrow both leaders bore. Megatron's empathy for Smokescreen ran deep, stemming from the knowledge of the struggles he had endured within the confines of an unforgiving world.
"He has fought against adversity his entire life," Megatron continued, his voice tinged with sympathy. "Raised within the confines of an orphanage, Smokescreen's spirit refused to be quelled. It is this resilience that has fueled his longing for greatness." A flicker of calculation glimmered within Megatron's optics. "Moreover, Smokescreen holds a key that might unlock our ultimate triumph over the Autobots. He possesses knowledge of Optimus Prime and his Autobots' secret hidden base—a secret that could turn the tide of this war in our favor."
Yet, despite this revelation, Megatron chose to respect his adopted son's privacy, recognizing the importance of his growing reformation. "But I will not force him to divulge this information, for his journey towards "redeeming" his new foster sire and his new faction must be of his own volition. We must allow Smokescreen the freedom to forge his own path, unencumbered by the shadows of our past." The room fell into a contemplative silence, the weight of their words hanging in the air. Megatron's optics scanned the room, a flicker of determination resurfacing within them.
"Soundwave, we shall trust in Smokescreen's judgment. We shall hope that his time on Caminus will not hinder his newfound reformation. Perhaps, in the crucible of destiny, he will emerge stronger, his loyalties solidified." With a firm nod, Soundwave conveyed his unwavering loyalty to Megatron's decision. The leader of the Decepticons rose from his throne, his expression a blend of concern, admiration, and a flicker of paternal love. "For now, we shall watch over him from afar, as guardians of his potential. For in Smokescreen, I see the promise of a brighter future—a future where the choices we make shape not only our destinies but the very fabric of this war-torn world."
And with those final words, Megatron turned his gaze once more to the stars, his optics ablaze with a newfound resolve, determined to guide Smokescreen toward a path that transcended the shadow of their shared past.
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Transformers: Prime: Smokescreen's Destiny
FanfictionMegatron was close to victory when he learns of Smokescreen and how he once saved him as a newborn sparkling before the Great War until that young Autobot rookie decides to become a Decepticon to try to reform Megatron and find out about his parents...
