Millions of years later...
Megatron fired blast after blast from his fusion cannon at the Insecticon drones.
"Is it just me, or are the drones getting easier?" he asked.
A hammer flew out from behind him, bowled over a few drones, and returned to one of the few female gladiators, Helios.
"We've been practicing," she replied, swinging her hammer around and crushing a few drones' heads.
They cleared the area in under a minute, and a warbling screech sounded from one of the tunnels.
"I got this," Helios said, spinning her hammer around. Megatron moved aside as his partner stepped forwards.
The giant stag beetle-like Insecticon charged forwards, its jaws aimed at Helios. She raised her hammer and once the tips of its jaws passed her, she brought her hammer down, connecting with the Insecticon bruiser drone's head with a loud clang. She raised her hammer in victory.
Then another bruiser came out, knocking her aside in its path towards Megatron.
Megatron grabbed its jaws and split them apart. He brought his knee up as he brought his arms down. The spike on his knee impaled its head, stopping it. Megatron eased his knee spike out of the drone, which was covered in fake energon.
The lights around the arena lit up, and the crowd roared. They chanted their names over and over.
Megatron smiled, raising a fist at Helios. She bumped hers into his.
Megatron and Helios started as nameless gladiators, as did every other. Over time, they gained a huge following in the Pits of Kaon due to their unbeatable record, both individually and as a team. They were pitted against each other only once, and the fight lasted for three whole days, finally ending because they were exhausted.
"Wanna go for a high grade?" Helios asked. A high grade was the Cybertronian equivalent of alcohol.
"I cannot, I have a lecture at Polyhex in a few hours," Megatron told her.
"Oh, stop being so formal, you're not making a speech."
"Yeah..." Megatron paused for a moment. "That high grade? After the lecture, maybe."
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::Next stop, Polyhex University.::
After the train stopped, Megatron stepped out of it. Two hulking robots stepped out of the shadows, holding swords and heading straight for Megatron.
"Who are you?" Megatron asked.
The duo said nothing, but stabbed with his sword. Megatron's arm cannon flipped around and deployed a blade. He stopped the sword with his barrel, and with his other arm, bent it.
"I asked you a question," Megatron said pointedly.
The first thug resorted to grabbing Megatron's arms. The second one tried to slice his sword across Megatron's back.
Turning around and crossing his arms above his head, Megatron kicked the second thug's hand, making him drop the blade. The first thug pulled on him, but Megatron flung him over his head and slammed him onto the second, who was trying to pick up his blade.
"Rumbler, deploy." The fusion cannon on Megatron's arm detached, hovering with its blade end over the first thug's neck and its cannon end at the other's.
"Why are you here?" Megatron asked. When they stayed silent, he continued. "If this is a robbery, and you really need the money, I'll give it to you. Just don't rob people, it's bad. If not..." They didn't reply.
"Rumbler, return." Megatron pointed the cannon drone at the thug on top. Click. He lifted the other one's chin so he was facing Megatron. Click.
Megatron transformed into his jet mode and flew towards the lecture room. While he was doing so, he made a call.
::Senator? I need help identifying these two,:: Megatron called through their comm, sending the pictures of the thugs to the recipient as well.
::How many times have I told you, Megatron, I've quit the job already. I work for the Diplomatic Corps now,:: the voice on the other end told him.
::Organics?::
::Yes, organics. I've told you that a lot of times too.::
Megatron couldn't help shuddering.
::Why do you hate them that much? They're just like us.::
::They're fluid and squishy and inefficient! And just look at the Black Box Consortia and the Galactic Council! And if the myths are to be believed, the Time Lords! They're all so arrogant and powerful and there's lots of them! Who knows how many can kill us at their whim? This galaxy is from the flesh and for the flesh. We inorganics aren't welcome.::
::I'll have you know that not all of them are bad. The Dalek Empire, for instance, is quite agreeable.::
::They are cyborgs.::
::They are still part organic.::
::We'll speak later, I'm close to the lecture room.::
::Talk to you later. Good bye.::
Megatron transformed and landed in the room. "Today, we will tackle differential geometry, essential to the understanding of our universe." He noticed someone raising his hand. "Yes?"
"Why is there energon on your knee?"
"I, uh... Spilled a high grade."
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"...numerous bots were attacked today, mostly intellectuals..."
Megatron ignored the TV. "So, Senator, who are they?"
Shockwave sighed. This mech never remembers. "They're the Senate's muscle, Hammer and Anvil. Fitting names. They have as much subtlety ad them. They're also secretly Functionists. It might be because the Functionists think you should stay a gladiator or a soldier. Attacking such a famous figure and claiming responsibility would give them an edge, but I am just speculating. I have no idea."
"Breaking news: The Senate has decided to bring back Functionism, declaring that it is Primus's will that..."
"WHAT THE SCRAP?!" Helios shouted from beside Megatron.
"This is unacceptable." Megatron stood up.
"...Thank you, Monstructor. Now we pass the time to Rook, who will be interviewing Megatron, professor at Polyhex University, author of bestselling book Towards Peace, and political activist."
Someone knocked. Megatron opened the door.
"This is Rook, speaking to Megatron. Megatron, what do you think of the Senate's order?"
"Unreasonable, impractical. How do you expect a senator to be a miner? How would you expect a miner to be a soldier? And how would you expect a soldier to be a data clerk? Limiting one's freedom using superficial conditions such as one's alt-mode is just like defining one's position by eye colour.
"I would like to ask the Senate to reconsider the decision. I request an audience tomorrow."
