Transformers: Primed To Fall

Chapter Ten

Part Two

Prologue

Entry #6 of Megatronus the Fallen's Personal Log

I am not a Prime. But is that how I will be remembered? I may have been one of the Thirteen, but I am definitely not one of them anymore. I am alone in this universe. I have no love. I have no friends. I have no home. I have no destination. I only have this ship, the special armor I will never don, and my own powers.

Speaking of which, I have taken the time to learn more about them. At first, I never understood where the chaotic energy within me came from. Energy cannot be created or destroyed. My Requiem Blaster, no doubt adrift in some unknown section of the universe by now, could only obtain its firepower from siphoning energy from dying stars, sonar pulses, and the gravity wells of black holes. It never contained a power source of its own.

Nor did I. But now, it all makes sense to me. If anyone reads this someday, then they should know the meaning of the word "entropy".

Entropy is a word of many definitions. But I can apply all of them to myself. I was never learned in the science of thermodynamics, but I believe I understand their basic principles.

One definition of entropy is in space as the random function of various thermodynamic properties. It is the energy released from a stable state upon the existence of disorder, causing it to become a chaotic release of energy. I have the ability to literally cause enough disorder inside myself to actually create the effect of entropy, allowing myself to release violent bursts of visible energy. But the mystical powers that come with it are entirely supernatural. I do not understand it completely.

Another important definition is the more psychological sense. The word, I believe, is synonymous with the words discord, decline, and collapse. It is the inevitable falling apart of social stability, the disorder causing a society of people to eventually divide and decline.

All of that has already happened on Cybertron, from the seeds of darkness from Unicron creating the entropy between us. It may seem unusual at first that my dark power relates to the degeneration of brotherhood between us among the Thirteen. But I learned something unusual a long time ago, right after we had defeated Unicron himself. Primus appointed us roles to follow through with that would bring balance to our world. Synchronously, I was appointed the guardian of entropy.

Now I understand it after millions of megacycles of drifting alone in space what that means. Solitude allows one to come to great self-revelation. I was meant to protect Cybertron from the effects of social entropy, yet also safeguard the physical entropy within me from being released.

In both aspects, I obviously failed. And because I did not follow through with such responsibilities, I now have decided to no longer follow the obligations of my creator. If I have failed my original purpose, then I should create a purpose for myself. And I certainly have done that. I am no longer a "guardian of entropy". I am now its master and deliverer. I am a warrior of darkness who will never see anyone as a superior. I am a Cybertronian, and my homeworld is my only home. And I will soon make it my own world as well.

I have been traversing the galaxy, searching for a new source of power far greater than what I could simply have. In fact, I have spent millions of solar cycles, or thousands of years, in the depths of space. Of course, not all of that time has been exhausted searching, or else I would have found the power a very long time ago. No, I spent much time in stasis lock, a state of being I discovered not long after leaving Cybertron, while aboard my ship. Put simply, I was sealed in a deep hibernation where my body ceased to age or do anything. It worked as a time capsule in which I slept through much of the universe's history. When I awoke, I resumed my search for that new might that would give me the edge to accomplish my goals.