Requiem of the Primes

Chapter 6

So he did the only thing he could think of.

M inhaled and closed his optics, letting his frame go numb as he turned off certain processing units, "Don't overthink," He muttered to himself as he remembered one of Elita's lessons, "Let instinct be your guide."

He stayed still for a moment before lunging forward and throwing the spear as hard as he could, keeping his optics squeezed shut. He heard the sound of it hitting something but his body was already acting on its own, not wasting a second before running into the fight. His servo reached out and grabbed the spear, throwing off the limb he'd severed.

The air to his right shifted and he quickly jerked to a stop, spinning around and bringing his leg up. He felt his pede connect with something large and send it flying. His wings picked up and he spun around, bringing the spear around and holding it straight in front of him.

The Quintesson screeched as it accidentally impaled itself, its blood seeping down the shaft and creeping over the mechlings servos. M grimaced at the suddenly slippery hold and had no choice but to drop the spear when another one came charging from his left.

He dove to the ground and rolled, quickly pushing himself up and lifting his arm, his cannon activating and glowing orange.

There was chittering and running in front of him, followed by scraping as it jumped. The purple bot bit the inside of his cheek and kept his optics squeezed shut, pointing his arm up and shooting blindly.

The light from the blast seemed so strong that it lit up the area. He gasped and opened his optics as he stumbled back, looking down to see the Quintesson on the ground in front of him, writhing like a bug with a massive hole in its chest while the edges were still glowing.

"Scrap," He muttered and looked at the cannon as it powered down, shaking his helm, "I didn't realize how strong this thing was."

The mechling walked over and kicked the corpse, making sure it was actually dead before backtracking to where the other was. He scowled and lifted it up from the bottom, using one pede to push the Quintesson over so he could crouch down and look at the thing.

"No offense, but you're fragging ugly," He muttered, looking down and grimacing at the green blood now smeared on his servos and spear.

M sharply yanked the weapon out of its body and attempted to wipe it off, but the gooey substance just seemed to smear on his metal. He pulled a glossa under his mask but passed and looked back when he heard footsteps approaching.

M then turned his helm and stood, resting the spear on his shoulders as he faced the mechs who'd been fighting. At first, he could just make out a few red optics and visors, but they soon stepped out of the fog.

They were Decepticons.

Not just that but...

"You!" He gasped and brought the spear around, narrowing his optics and pointing the weapon at them, "You're the guys who raided and blew up the energon storage unit! And stole a train!"

"And just who the frag are you?" The mech he'd helped earlier asked.

The four figures moved closer curiously and looked down at him.

They froze.

"What the-?" The blue seeker from that same day asked, looking over and raising his visor as he stared at M.

The mechling looked around as Soundwave walked in front of them, stopping before him and staring down at the smaller mech despite the spear head poking into his stomach.

"Who are you?"

M gave a small scowl, "Surprised you don't remember since you threw me off the train a few days ago, but I guess I'll tell since I did get a new look," He took the spear away and held it next to him, "My name is M-57. Though... I suppose as of today, it's now Megatronus."