This is Crazy, but I'm in the Bayverse!

Pieces back together

The Decepticon leader gazes to the dark sky. Megatron has not really encountered this feeling where he feels connected to a single femme who he shared the first emotional bonding processs. When it’s used commonly it just becomes something that entertwins their sparks temporally until the connection is severed.  They’ll find her parts.

            “Megatron, we cannot find any  cybertronian-protoform-remains.” A high pitched voice broke through Megatron’s comnlink. A heavy sigh is heard from Megatron who raises his head up at the glittering stars. He seems hopefull, an expression that is not seen on a want-to-be-prime villain.

            “Look harder.” Megatron’s go-to response came through. We’ll find her… Megatron looks to the side. His optics is dipped in some sadness. Megatron did some research about Romeo and Juliet after their last meeting. Her decision to go slow made sense since a life can be cut short when a relationship is taken very fast without really knowing each other. Strangely, when Megatron tried to remember what happened after their last meeting he comes to a dead end right after she had dozed off.  He found himself somewhere near where the Fallen and the Decepticons were based.

            “Fine,” Starscream ends the comnlink at his end, grumbling about his rather futile task.

            The night they had shared together did reassure Megatron; that he may have found his own femme, one who he can find a way to stay for eternity without returning to her universe. There’s always a way, even for love. Her laugh reminded him of energon novelty that was so high grade it is considered sweet. His spark feels as if it were put into pieces. Until now, I had not realized how love could be associated to music. The memory of last night made him smile. Something inside told Megatron it was fairly new to the femme as a Cybertronian.

             But one thing did worry Megatron. He touches what remains of his face. How will she react about my nearly destroyed face? What sensory wires remained of Megatron’s face clearly sent pain signals into his processor. Anyone who put their hands into hot-steaming coal can probably relate to Megatron’s pain. Megatron had to find something to cover his injury something like a cloak.  If there’s something good to explain their relationship as…it would be this: Something along the lines that now he didn’t want her in the Autobots hands, not just because she knew too much, it’s just that he cares for her.

            “I need a cloak.” Megatron acknowldes, considering a suggestion some distant individual made to him so long ago. “Something old…something….big.” Behind Megatron is some group of veteran Decepticons and newer ones as well, they seem eager to be in combat.

Our scene transitions to Starscream searching in Egypt with a few remaining Decepticon for the remains of Ivy’s body. The humans have left their guard down just for this night. The funeral of Sam Witwicky will be happening straightly tomorrow so plans are being made to decide what protocols should be in place when the Decepticons strike again. But it’s slightly a doubtful event ever happening; Protocols, but wait, there could be a team created just for this threat. Vehicles are left unattended. People are not in Egypt because ‘radioactive’ material is present and are at some other unknown area.

            “He wants us to find cybertronian small humanoid structured parts…”  A new Decepticon, Swerzdfright, stomps on a tent that is not accoupied. He has a light Dutch accent. He balls up his flat wide digits into fists. “This is very impossible!”

            Starscream rolls his optics.           

            “Not as impossible finding you in the Mitchigan triangle..” Starscream mutters to himself, flipping over a dirty jeep on its back.He scans the ground searching for distrubence within the sand. The scanner read ‘No lifeforms detected’ in the seeker’s optics. There’s a tranquil sigh that did not seem to be of relief , just that belonging to grief.