Much was stirring in the ship's archives. Project Unicron was now walking around the room. No one ever went down there, so Unicron could do whatever he wanted, without anyone knowing. The surveillance in the Archives was pretty sloppy. Not that anyone would want to check on me, Unicron thought to himself. He only roamed around the Archives, he never left. One reason: he was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
"Well, this was definitely a failure."
Memories of conversations he heard played back over and over.
"It's ugly, that's what it is."
All just coming back to him like some tidal wave hitting him with full force.
"We should probably scrap this one."
"Computer, take this thing to storage."
"A name? That thing's too ugly for a name."
Unicron didn't know who these voices belonged to, but he knew one thing: he hated them as much as they hated him.
For over a century now, he planned on how he could make these beings suffer. He had been trying to get stronger ever since he woke up in this strange place. So far, he made a lot of improvement. Unicron discovered that he could manipulate objects around him and even give them life using his own, Dark Energon. He trained himself and taught himself everything by studying the old records.
Unicron found many strategy plans of war and combat. He was smart enough to read what they said. He kept getting stronger, so strong that he felt that it was time to strike. Not yet, he thought to himself, the time will come. Soon.
Another thing Unicron found, he could manipulate, even control if he was strong enough, living things if they had his blood in them. To test this, Unicron found a kind of vent that lead to a room far in the ship where there was always movement. He sent his blood to that place (he could control his Energon to move to places) and, just as he planned, he infected something, he wasn't sure what, but he could feel that he was hated as well. All he had to do now was wait until his plan fell into place. Soon, soon I will come and destroy this hatred. And I will control everything how it must be controlled.
Sorry this is so short, it's just a filler.
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