Orion Pax, a noble but young and naive data clerk under the tutelage of Alpha Trion, has discovered a secret plot that Megatronus Prime, and his victorious creation/pupil/son Megatron, have been hiding . . . overthrowing Cybertron and rule it as a d...
That dreaded night, every warrior in Kaon, led by The Fallen and Megatron, marched onto Iacon with the four prisoners. The once-pristine blue skies turned as red as blood. The clouds were pitch black with a hint of purple. Cybertronians everywhere were afraid of what may come to their planet.
The entire army of gladiators and warriors led by the Fallen were like an evil parade or invading armada. They carry a symbol that the Fallen designed as one to wear with pride. With this symbol, others will look at it in terror, horror, every definition of fear as much as they hear their name: the Decepticons.
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The Fallen stood on a floating platform with Megatron behind him, raising his weapon. Everyone was horrified, terrified, everything-fied all into one. His voice was loud enough for all of Iacon to hear. They all stopped at Iacon Tower, where the Primes used to have meetings.
The Fallen: The Age of Primes has ended!!!! Your leaders are DEAD!!!!!!!! I, the Fallen, formerly Megatronus Prime, assume the throne of Cybertron!!! Those who wish to survive must follow me and do as I say! Those who refuse . . .
Megatron turned to a massively wide and tall building on their left, shot it with his fusion cannon, and 3/5ths of it have been demolished to rubble!!! Everyone ran for their lives. Within hours, Kaon's warriors were doing The Fallen's orders and put every able-bodied Cybertronian in the mines and sent everyone else to be their servants. There were a couple executions made by those warriors, and Ariel and Dion led a small group of a few remaining citizens and the sparklings from chapter 3 to go to Polyhex, away from Iacon, where it's safe. A couple of them keep asking Ariel and Dion . . .
Sideswipe: Is everything going to be okay?
Mirage: Are we going to survive?
Prowl: When's Jazz coming back?
Bluestreak: Where are we going?
Sunstreaker: Are we ever going back home?
There was only one answer Ariel and Dion could give to all of those questions.
Ariel: I do not know.
Meanwhile, Megatron has ordered Soundwave to lead an attack on the Hall of Records. Blaster fire filled the air. Hundereds of Cybertronians lost their lives to this attack but were not enough to satisfy the Fallen's hunger for power. The entire tower came crashing down. There were no signs of survivors. Not even Alpha Trion was found. Word of this got to the Tower of Iacon where even the prisoners inside their cell heard.
The prisoners in question are the ones with the so-called death sentence for opposing the self-proclaimed ruler of Cybertron. They were down in the dumps. All hope was lost. Their cell is laser-fenced, one bench chained to the wall, no window, not even a lock. There were two guards by the fence, armed with the latest in weaponry slightly designed by Solus Prime, but upgraded and adapted by Shockwave. Ironhide kept punching the wall to express his rage. Jazz sat in the middle of the room in sadness. Ratchet was sitting on the bench in gloom and Orion sits by the lasers in hopelessness.
