The ruined colony lies before you. Whatever basic morals and respect for life you have are drowned out in an inferno of ancient triumph. The pure, unadulterated glee of being the cause of so much suffering encases you like a toxic sludge.
You laugh, deep and cold. A necrotic energy wells from your very spark, pulled from a power source the size of the universe itself, and with it comes a terrible hunger. A desire for more, always a desire for more. The ancient hunger has a limited hold on you, however.
A purple wave of mist extends from you, spreading over the numerous dead that littering the ground around you like dolls.You reach into each and every one of them and, with the power of the World Eater, you ignite their sparks. As one, their optics flare to life, purple now regardless of what they were before. It is a perversion of life and death like no other, and its very presence curdles the spark of any decent person who sees it in all its terrible glory. They rise all at once, turning to face you, their Lord and Master.
A warmth blooms in your spark. A powerful sense of pride and affection for these terrible abominations. Wretched and unlovable as they are. You’ve always loved abominations, the more monstrous the better. In a way, that’s what had drawn Megatronus to Soundwave all those years ago.
He can envision it so clearly: Soundwave in his old gladiator build being so terrifying and odd that not even the other gladiators would have anything to do with him. Megatronus was young, fearless, and bold. Soundwave had matched him in combat and, therefore, was very much worthy of respect. Their lives were meant to be entwined together, Megatronus correctly believed, and he walked up to him with a bold, confident swagger and says: “Come with me, and we’ll do great things together.”
It turns out that some fated encounters are that straight forward.
Others, not quite so much.
Blue, inquisitive optics. An expression of wonder that occasionally turns to one of adoration, and occasionally love. A promise made between them that was eventually broken. What a beautiful moment those moments were, and what a tragedy that they will never be his again.
A burning, like a piece of coal in his spark and his mind draws him back to the present. Unicron does not like when Megatron thinks about the likes of Soundwave or Orion Pax. He does not like how these pillars of love are strong enough, in addition to Megatron’s own powerful, unshakable will, to stop Unicron from overtaking his being entirely.
The dead are before him, and he waves them away with a command, directing them to go to the ship. The coal in his mind and spark flares again, and the world around them is pitched into darkness.
“I see you, Seer Priestiess of Alchemist Prime.”
A voice booms from the darkness. Mikaela is free falling towards something. Two purple eyes open before her and she feels the full weight of the Unmaker’s gaze upon her.
“You and your kind will not be hidden from me forever.”
Purple tentacles of light lash at her out of nowhere, curling around he neck and squeezing with enormous force when...
A voice calls from her dark room. Close enough that whoever just spoke her name is surely right before her.
"Mikaela, I know you're here."
She should recognize that voice. It used to be precious to her.
The pressure around her neck suddenly tightens again and throws her against the wall, pinning her there as a purple shadow slowly floats into her view. A dark purple shade wearing Sam Witwicky's face floats slowly into view, his eyes glowing with the light of Unicron as it watches her.
Just about able to move away after being thrown at the wall, Mikaela stumbles around in the dark of her room, throwing things in the general direction of the voice. She calls the Optimus she thinks is from the same universe as Megatron, but ends up cutting it short when she flings the comm at Sam's stupid fucking face.
This might not be the reaction Unicron was expecting, picking that face. Her hand closes around something heavy that had been resting on her desk.
"You cheating-ass bastard! I'm gonna tear your fucking face off!"
The shade of Sam hisses and strikes out at her several times, throwing her around at every opportunity. Unfortunately, Mikaela is much sturdier than even the real Sam, and the shade doesn't seem to be doing much more than jostling her around a bit. All the things being thrown at it were doing much more damage to it in comparison.
It lets out a strangled, pitiful cry as Mikaela jumps on it and knocks it over.
"You..." It says, before puffing sadly out of existence.
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Another Vision
You laugh, deep and cold. A necrotic energy wells from your very spark, pulled from a power source the size of the universe itself, and with it comes a terrible hunger. A desire for more, always a desire for more. The ancient hunger has a limited hold on you, however.
A purple wave of mist extends from you, spreading over the numerous dead that littering the ground around you like dolls.You reach into each and every one of them and, with the power of the World Eater, you ignite their sparks. As one, their optics flare to life, purple now regardless of what they were before. It is a perversion of life and death like no other, and its very presence curdles the spark of any decent person who sees it in all its terrible glory. They rise all at once, turning to face you, their Lord and Master.
A warmth blooms in your spark. A powerful sense of pride and affection for these terrible abominations. Wretched and unlovable as they are. You’ve always loved abominations, the more monstrous the better. In a way, that’s what had drawn Megatronus to Soundwave all those years ago.
He can envision it so clearly: Soundwave in his old gladiator build being so terrifying and odd that not even the other gladiators would have anything to do with him. Megatronus was young, fearless, and bold. Soundwave had matched him in combat and, therefore, was very much worthy of respect. Their lives were meant to be entwined together, Megatronus correctly believed, and he walked up to him with a bold, confident swagger and says: “Come with me, and we’ll do great things together.”
It turns out that some fated encounters are that straight forward.
Others, not quite so much.
Blue, inquisitive optics. An expression of wonder that occasionally turns to one of adoration, and occasionally love. A promise made between them that was eventually broken. What a beautiful moment those moments were, and what a tragedy that they will never be his again.
A burning, like a piece of coal in his spark and his mind draws him back to the present. Unicron does not like when Megatron thinks about the likes of Soundwave or Orion Pax. He does not like how these pillars of love are strong enough, in addition to Megatron’s own powerful, unshakable will, to stop Unicron from overtaking his being entirely.
The dead are before him, and he waves them away with a command, directing them to go to the ship. The coal in his mind and spark flares again, and the world around them is pitched into darkness.
“I see you, Seer Priestiess of Alchemist Prime.”
A voice booms from the darkness. Mikaela is free falling towards something. Two purple eyes open before her and she feels the full weight of the Unmaker’s gaze upon her.
“You and your kind will not be hidden from me forever.”
Purple tentacles of light lash at her out of nowhere, curling around he neck and squeezing with enormous force when...
Mikaela wakes up.
If only things were that simple.
Re: Another Vision
"Fuck! Where's my fucking comm?!"
She still feels the pressure on her neck, but surely that's just a by product of the nightmare? Mikaela can't see shit in the dark.
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A voice calls from her dark room. Close enough that whoever just spoke her name is surely right before her.
"Mikaela, I know you're here."
She should recognize that voice. It used to be precious to her.
The pressure around her neck suddenly tightens again and throws her against the wall, pinning her there as a purple shadow slowly floats into her view. A dark purple shade wearing Sam Witwicky's face floats slowly into view, his eyes glowing with the light of Unicron as it watches her.
"Found you."
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This might not be the reaction Unicron was expecting, picking that face. Her hand closes around something heavy that had been resting on her desk.
"You cheating-ass bastard! I'm gonna tear your fucking face off!"
And then she flings herself at the voice.
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It lets out a strangled, pitiful cry as Mikaela jumps on it and knocks it over.
"You..." It says, before puffing sadly out of existence.