In the final days of peace on Cybertron, one warrior's destiny is forged in the fires of conflict. ShadowDread, a fearsome Triple-Changer with the ability to transform into both a jet and a tank, was bred for war but desires only the thrill of the h...
I stood amid the ashes of Kapustin Yar, the remnants of the humans' fleeting presence still echoing in my processors. They had escaped—this time. Their weakness repulsed me, yet it served as a reminder of their fragility. A flicker of amusement coursed through my circuits at the thought of their panic, but I quickly quashed it. Weakness is unacceptable.
Around me, my Decepticon brethren moved with purpose. RazorSpine was already scanning a nearby KamAZ-6560, his form shifting seamlessly into the heavy utility truck. He moved with the kind of methodical precision I appreciated, a true predator loyal to his pack.
"ShadowDread," he called out, his voice low but laced with excitement. "What do you intend to do with these relics?"
"Utilize them," I replied coldly, scanning the hulking form of an AMX-56 Leclerc tank. My systems analyzed its capabilities, assessing how to enhance my own. A flicker of energy pulsed through me as I activated the Omega Keys, feeling their power ripple through my frame.
ShrikeClaw darted past, his chaotic energy igniting the air. He transformed, taking the sleek form of a Mikoyan MiG-29. "What's the plan, big guy?" he asked, his tone reckless and eager for the thrill of battle.
I surveyed the remnants of vehicles around me. They were nothing but scraps, unworthy of their previous glory. I would become something more, something lethal. "The humans have ventured too close to our business. They must not be allowed to discover what we are capable of."
As I focused, the components of the F-14 Tomcat began to merge with my systems, forming a new frame that echoed power and intimidation. My new form took shape—a visage of deadly elegance with angular features and a mask emblazoned with a Decepticon symbol. It was a design that radiated authority, both fearsome and magnificent.
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(The Cannon is just how he uses his weapons where it transforms into his arm and backs out, similar to how Megatron from The Last Knight does it.)
"ShadowDread, the ship is approaching," RazorSpine reported, his voice steady as he completed his transformation. "We'll need to be ready to move."
I nodded, my optics narrowing as I finished calibrating my new structure. "Prepare for extraction. We've gathered what we need. Time to regroup."
The thrill of anticipation surged within me as I sensed the Decepticon signal I had sent moments ago. My mind buzzed with thoughts of the hunt ahead. The humans might think they had escaped, but I had no intention of letting them slip through my fingers again.
Just then, a shadow passed overhead, darkening the ground beneath us. The Decepticon warship descended, a massive silhouette against the smoky sky. Its engines roared to life, a sound both familiar and empowering, igniting the latent warrior spirit within us.
