Transformers: Survival of Defective Products

Megatron didn't answer. He first opened the United Communications, but found there was no sound.

He then tried calling out sound waves.

[Sending failed.]

The communication icon was still lit up, and the signal hadn't completely disappeared, but all information seemed to be hitting an invisible wall, trapped in this small area whether it was receiving or sending.

Megatron looked at Unicron before him: "You cut off the communications."

Unicron did not deny it.

"You once traversed the sea of ​​stars in search of my blood, and now I stand before you."

"so?"

The face, composed of dark energy and rubble, lifted slightly.

"Have you forgotten why you even looked for me in the first place?"

Megatron certainly hadn't forgotten that at the beginning, the Cybertronian War was still ongoing, with energy shortages and troop losses. He was willing to chase after anything that could turn the tide of the war for countless light-years.

He learned about the Dark Super Energy Body, which was rumored to be able to drive the dead body and provide power far exceeding that of ordinary energy bodies, allowing him to touch the level of gods.

Even after the ceasefire, his desire for power never disappeared.

Megatron once thought that would be his chance.

The voice of the Cosmic Emperor came from in front of me.

"You hate that the parliament decides your fate, you hate those who are born to stand on high, so you break free from the order they have set."

Dark energy surged gently.

"But what about now?"

"The armistice agreement restricts your army, the judicial system reviews your actions, you are required to compensate the weak for their losses, and hand over your weapons, files, and secrets that once belonged to you."

Megatron's expression remained unchanged.

Unicron continued: "Even that tiny life form."

The dark eyes shifted slightly, gazing into a distant direction.

"She judges you, rejects you, and demands an explanation for every decision you make."

"You once broke the chains that bound you, but now you willingly let them bind you again."

Megatron smiled slowly: "You seem to know quite a bit."

"I've seen it."

Megatron immediately realized that the miniature gripper probably had access to a lot of past records from the judicial center.

Unicron saw more through it than they could have imagined.

"Then you should have seen it too."

"Which ones?"

"I accepted those rulings myself."

Unicron did not speak immediately.

Megatron continued:

"I can be judged by the 'vector,' or I can refuse; I simply choose to accept."

"Obedience is obedience."

"No," Megatron answered decisively. "I can disagree with her, I can argue, or I can leave, or even start another civil war."

"But I didn't do that." The crimson optical mirror coldly reflected the dark purple before him. "Because it was my own choice."

The deep voice of the Cosmic Emperor resounded once more.

"You take this weakness as freedom."

Megatron no longer felt anger because of that word.

If it were a long time ago, he probably would have already fired back, but now he just finds it laughable.

"No wonder a god who can't even distinguish these things sleeps for so long."

The darkness surged violently, and the surrounding rubble trembled simultaneously as Megatron's Fusion Cannon lit up.

But the Cosmic Emperor did not attack; instead, he slowly restored the original peace.

"You still crave power."

Megatron did not refute this point.

"I can sense that you still want the Ultimate Lock when you see it."

Megatron's eyes darkened.

"You seek my blood, want to turn the dead into your army, and even once tried to infuse my power into your own fire."

These are all things he has done or seriously considered.

"You think you've changed, but you've never stopped yearning."

Megatron remained silent for a moment; he had no need to deny it.

"I do still want power. Besides, when did I ever say I didn't want it anymore?"

Megatron slowly raised the Fusion Cannon: "But craving power and becoming your servant are two different things."

"ridiculous."

The voice carried a hint of mockery.

"Submit to me, and you will have everything you have been searching for."

Dark purple light seeped out little by little from the depths of the surrounding cracks.

"No longer need to explain to anyone, no longer need to wait for permission from the judicial center."

"No life can deny you, and no rules can bind you."

"My blood will be inexhaustible."

What once drove Megatron to chase across the entire star system is now right beneath his feet.

The entire planet is the physical body of Unicron, and Megatron cannot even imagine how much power that would mean if He so desired.

If it were millions of years ago, he probably wouldn't have needed Unicron to finish speaking.

He would reach out first, then tell himself that he would consider the so-called cost once he had the power.

Megatron looked down at the dark purple hue in the crack beneath his feet.

He did think about it for a fleeting moment, but only for a fleeting instant.

"I seek your blood to make myself stronger."

The fusion cannon's energy gradually increased, "not to find itself a master."

The Cosmic Emperor was not angry; this trivial matter was probably not worth His true anger.

"And what about her?"

Megatron's fusion cannon stopped, and Unicron's face showed a hint of satisfaction.

She is dying.

The red light in Megatron's eyes suddenly ignited.

"She was infected with the gray death that you ordered to be created, and my blood entered her body, making the plague even more active."

Every word struck him precisely in the heart.

"Some of the pain she's enduring now comes from you."

"Shut up." He finally interrupted the Cosmic Emperor.

But the Cosmic Emperor continued.

"Submit to me, and I can stop all the infection and dark super-energy within her."

Megatron remained completely still; he had shamefully been tempted after all.

The brain module automatically calculates the simplest result.

If Unicron could truly stop the Dark Super-Energy, the Gray Death wouldn't be accelerated.

A new antidote is being manufactured, which will give her more time and a chance to survive.

All I need is his promise, just this once, to let her live first. What happens after that, I'll deal with later.

The thought was so familiar that Megatron could almost hear his past self answering it.

What could be more important than her being alive? Even if she were angry that she accepted the other person's blood into the spark, so what?

Even if she gets angry, even if she disagrees, even if she hates him later.

Save them first, then deal with the rest.

Megatron clenched his fist, and it was precisely because he was so familiar with it that he suddenly realized it.

He wanted to make the decision for her.

Unicron seemed to sense his wavering.

"Kneel down, and she will live."

After a long while, the genius finally spoke:

"You'd be so kind? Besides, she didn't agree. You want my submission, but you're trading her life for mine."

"You can choose for her."

"No."

Megatron never thought this was a problem.

If he thinks something is good for the vector, he will do it. If she refuses, it means she hasn't realized the consequences yet.

It was only later, after a long time, that the vector controller told him that it wasn't protection.

"She's still awake. If you want her to agree, go ask her yourself."

The voice of the Cosmic Emperor grew increasingly chilling: "You'd rather see her die?"

Megatron's fingers tightened suddenly, making a metallic scraping sound.

But he still said, "How could I possibly agree?! But her life shouldn't be decided by me."

As for me.

The fusion cannon's muzzle was pointed directly at the face of the Cosmic Emperor.

Megatron will not bow to any being.

The fusion cannon fired directly, blasting the dark purple face apart head-on.

Communication was still not restored, and Megatron, without waiting for the dark energies to regroup, turned around and prepared to leave the area.

But then suddenly the ground beneath their feet cracked open, and the first manifested being leaped out from the rubble. It was taller than a normal Cybertronian, with thick limbs and sharp rock spikes on its shoulders and back.

Megatron dodged to the side, and the Fusion Cannon fired close to the opponent's chest.

The core was blown through, and before the first manifested form could fall, the second one charged in from the side.

Megatron grabbed its swinging arm, turned around with the momentum, and slammed his entire body into the third one.

Two rock golems collided, and he stepped on one of them.

The fusion cannon fired downwards, scattering debris, but more manifestations began to emerge from the ground.

-

A row of rock spikes suddenly rose from the ground, and Megatron immediately deformed.

The silver-gray Cybertronian jet skimmed past the tips of the spikes, its exhaust trailing a long line of flame in the dust.

Several manifested entities raised their heads simultaneously, and the fusion cannons turned in vehicle mode.

The artillery fire swept across the ground, and the first few manifested entities exploded one after another.

The fighter jet suddenly pulled up, then dove down again in the next second. Just as a larger manifested entity reached out to grab it, the aircraft deformed in mid-air.

Megatron used the momentum of his descent to kick it in the head.

click

Half of his rocky skull shattered completely. After landing, he continued to grab the manifested body's shoulder and pulled it sharply towards him.

Another puppet pounced from behind and punched him squarely.

Megatron took the opportunity to turn around and blasted another one at close range with his Fusion Cannon.

But then five more appeared on the ground.

"This is never going to end." He searched for any possibility of leaving the area.

——Judicial Liaison Point——

The vector probe asked the sound wave for the sixth time: "Still unable to make contact?"

Sound waves yield the same result.

Megatron's communications are experiencing unknown localized interference, preventing the establishment of a two-way connection.

His final location is still on the map.

Starting a few minutes ago, neither the Decepticons, the Autobots, nor the judicial authorities received any internal information from that area.

The vector sat there, staring at the coordinates. A few gray-white noises flashed briefly in his field of vision before quickly returning to normal.

The ambulance scanned the data, and even the vector didn't know how to describe his expression at that moment.

"The delay has increased again!"

He was so busy he didn't even have time to look up: "Where are the crucial materials?!"

BICk0's voice was a little hoarse: "The collection team just received it and is sending it back to the synthesis area."

Vector looked at the unresponsive Decepticon marker on the map.

"Sound waves".

"exist."

"Keep an eye on him."

-

The hammer finally broke through the last high-energy nebula, and the view ahead suddenly brightened.

The jack subconsciously squinted through the optical lens, where countless high-energy particles swirled in the distance, with fragmented asteroids and debris floating among them.

Far beyond those, something unlike any of the surrounding starlight hung silently there.

At the same time, the leadership module on Optimus Prime's chest emitted a blue light.

"The Source of Fire".

They finally saw it.

Just as the jack was about to raise the thruster, the scanner suddenly started screaming, and the previously dispersed plasma streams in front were rapidly converging.

More than a dozen streams converged, eventually forming a high-energy vortex covering a large area of ​​the airway.

Jack stared at the data, his expression gradually freezing: "Ion storm."

And it was still expanding, with electric light tearing along the edges of the clouds.

In just a few dozen seconds, it swallowed several small pieces of rock in front of it.

The leadership module's pull points directly to the eye of the storm.

Optimus Prime looked at the light in the distance: "It's inside."

Jack: ...Which slag was put in here?!

-

Megatron couldn't remember how many manifestations he had destroyed.

There were rubble all around, the fusion cannon's outer shell was glowing red, and the machine's energy reserves were rapidly decreasing.

But the number didn't decrease; instead, it increased.

A medium-sized manifested entity lunged from the left. Megatron raised his cannon, and just as the muzzle lit up, another entity grabbed his arm from behind.

Megatron slammed backward, smashing half of his opponent's face with the back of his head, then turned and punched him again.

Several more emerged from underground and hugged his legs.

The fusion cannon fired continuously, blasting a large crater in the ground.

Just as he broke free, the surrounding ground suddenly shook violently, the entire nearby mountain wall bulged outward, and a giant hand reached out from inside the mountain.

Megatron immediately transformed and took to the air, rapidly ascending.

Just as Megatron fired, a second giant hand emerged from the ground.

Megatron had no choice but to revert to his robot form before crashing into it, stepping onto a nearby vertical rock face and using the momentum to leap to the side.

Before it even landed, both hands simultaneously came together to grab it.

Numerous smaller arms suddenly emerged from the rock face, gripping his legs tightly, layer upon layer, as if the earth itself were swallowing him up.

The medium-sized manifestations around him rushed at him again, and just as he delivered a powerful elbow strike, the sky above his head went completely dark.

The colossal entity rose fully from the mountain, a hand pressing down on its head, holding Megatron's fusion cannon down by the hand embedded in the rock walls.

His entire machine was smashed into the ground, and his back slammed into the mountainside, causing the rock strata to crack open like a spider web.

Megatron groaned, and before he could even raise his head, the giant hand pressed down on him again, slamming him hard into the stone wall.

He couldn't even deform.

Dark purple energy slowly emanated from the giant manifested form's palm.

The face that he had previously blasted apart reappeared in front of him.

You rejected me.

Megatron scoffed, "You're only just realizing that?"

Unicron ignored it, and darkness spread along the rocky hand to Megatron's armor.

"Then I will teach you obedience."

The first burst of energy penetrated the body, and Megatron couldn't pinpoint where the pain was starting.

Unicron's power bypassed the outer armor and circuitry, directly striking the nervous system.

His vision was instantly swallowed by the white light, and he gritted his teeth and kept silent.

The second time was even more painful; the entire machine's control system malfunctioned, and Megatron's fingers dug even deeper into the rock.

After a few more times, he could only hear the voice of the Cosmic Emperor.

"Kneel down."

"……dream."

The force increased instantly.

-

Inside the temporary judicial liaison point, Megatron's communications, which had been disconnected for a long time, suddenly lit up.

Only a very short sound crossed the channel, like Megatron trying his best to hold back something, but still unable to completely swallow a painful groan.

Despite the stinging pain and increasingly blurred vision, the vector force was drawn.

"...Megatron?!"

P.S.: Even if Megatron agreed and accepted the anti-Spark material, Unicron, that scumbag, wouldn't cure Graviton.