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If you are reading this, chances are you’ve managed to acquire this document before the police tried to purge it from any networks. And if so, you’ve probably seen variations of these headlines by now:
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DOZENS KILLED IN GOLDEN DISK THEFT
POWER GRID DISRUPTED, SEVERAL BOTS MURDERED - OFFICIALS SAY DISRUPTION TIED TO GOLDEN DISK THEFT
TRANSWARP STATIONS ATTACKED - DOZENS KILLED IN MASSACRE, SEVERAL SHIPS DAMAGED
FEDERAL AGENTS CONFIRM RECENT ATTACKS LINKED TO PREDACON ALLIANCE
BOMBS AND GUNFIRE KILL “DOZENS UPON DOZENS” IN TERROR ATTACK
HUNDREDS KILLED IN SERIES OF ATTACKS IN TALON VALLEY EUKARIS - PREDACON ALLIANCE MEMBERS CONFIRMED TO BE BEHIND ATTACKS
PREDACON ALLIANCE DENIES RESPONSIBILITY FOR ATTACKS THAT KILLED HUNDREDS
EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT SAVAGE NOBLE OF CHELA EUKARIS, THE MECH CALLING HIMSELF “MEGATRON”
POLICE LAUNCH MANHUNT TO FIND BOTS RESPONSIBLE FOR STEALING GOLDEN DISK
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You might be thinking to yourself, “Why would somebody rob a museum, attack transwarp stations and power grids, and flee, all while killing hundreds in the process?” Well there is a good reason for this, and it all boils down to restoring Cybertron and Eukaris.
For millennia, Cybertron was ruled by the Decepticons, the majority of whom came from Eukaris. Under our previous administration we wiped out any threat to its prosperity and survival and ensured greatness for Eukarians and Cybertronians alike, but unfortunately it would not last. Much like the previous regime, it would fall, making the same follies and errors that doomed its predecessor, all through poor decisions, missed opportunities to take advantage of weaknesses and exploit them for victory, and more crucially, traitors in our ranks.
Traitors in our military, traitors in our society, traitors within our allies, traitors in our government, traitors willing to sell us out to benefit themselves under the enemy. All of this has led us to our current situation.
Our government is restricted and hobbled by self-imposed treaties and obstructive legal codes, and we can no longer operate like we used to in the Golden Age of our great empire. Our once proud special forces units and private military companies have been demolished by regulations and purges, now replaced with meek pretenders making a mockery of their formerly glorious names. And our once dominant and mighty industry now rusts and decays in the hands of these traitors and their collaborators, stripping us of any power and productivity we once had. Our traitorous government now makes ideals such as “obeying the laws of inferior species” and “empathy towards outsiders” take higher precedence than ensuring glory to our people and our planet.
In short, our people are subjugated by the rest of Cybertron: the Autobot insurgents that overthrew our empire, the cowards who stood by and allowed these bots to rule unopposed, and the traitors that collaborated with them for their own goals. We used to dominate the galaxies and stars, but now we are prisoners to the very same people that begged us to protect them. Every single loss our empire has suffered since is done at the hands of those who pledged to fight by our side, only to backstab us like their fellow traitors did eons before.
And despite what the Maximals claim, any attempts to change this status quo on their terms have been completely useless. Although they claim to follow democratic principles that the Autobot militia continuously preach, the Maximal government refuses to hear our suggestions for compromise, and pays little concern to offers from those it deems “war criminals” of the past. That is of course, when they’re not trying to hunt down our heroes and either kill them on the spot, or capture them to execute later. Or when they decide to treat us like prisoners on our planet, detaining our innocent indefinitely for “potential dangers” that are clearly lies on their part and abusing them as a perverse form of “justice” for what they claim is for “victims of the Decepticon Empire”. And yet groups such as the Tripredacus Council still continue to push onwards fruitlessly, as if repeating their pleas for the billionth time will ever get these traitors to change their minds. They already know what their goal is, and they won’t bother catering to the demands of our people, who they believe are simply mindless beasts. It is quite simply, the very definition of insanity.
Our people, the Eukarians, are being subjugated by these tyrants, who want nothing more than to see us reduced to feral animals fit only for labor and slaughter, supposedly for the “crimes” we have committed. Their end goal is to beat our people down and destroy our dignity and pride until we are merely empty shells of ourselves, only fit to be used and sold as slaves. They want to turn our legacy into nothing more than a beaten down society, far from a society where we had conquered thousands of planets, purged millions unwilling to follow our vision, and annihilated the Quintessons and any filthy organics that dared to hurt us on our territory, and reigned for eons.
Sure, the Maximals claim that they can change through legislation and democratic process, but it is merely a mock solution to a real crisis. A crisis that the traitorous population and government started in the first place. A crisis that the feeble minded still claim can be solved by nonviolent action. To that I say this: words are useless. Speech is useless. Debate is useless. Protesting is useless. Peaceful action. Is. Useless.
The only tactic that will work in restoring our people to greatness is terror. And not just any terror: Terror against the very system that overthrew a just and fair regime, one that used to look out for our interests instead of grinding us down through their oppression. Terror against the populations that stood by and allowed this to happen at our doorsteps. Terror so visceral and so awe inspiring that future patriots cannot help but look back at our actions with pride, wanting to emulate our deeds for eons to come. We must reign terror so horrifying and destructive that these traitors will be forced to remember our actions and weep, knowing that they’ll join their brethren in the Pit.
And this is where my attack comes into play.
The Golden Disk is not just a mere organic trinket that was sent into space - it contains the unlock codes and security data that the Autobots had on the Ark, when it crash landed onto Earth eons ago.
With the data on the Golden Disk, and the current transwarp technology that allows for time travel, I now have the means to change the course of events in history, by annihilating the Autobots and their leaders in the past and ensuring victory for the Decepticons and glory to the Predacons.
But this is only the beginning. Unlike the attacks of the past, mine will set a new standard going forward.
Terror attacks like the Golden Disk massacres are nothing new. Everyone: Autobots, Decepticons, Monoformers, Minicons, Maximals, Junkions, Camiens, Eukarians, Cybertronians, and even several heroic Predacons, have carried out attacks like this to benefit their own agendas.
Every single one of these attacks had the support of large organizations and governments, all giving them resources, intelligence, and schematics to ensure their goals were met.
Only myself and a few select Predacons carried out these attacks. No one else played a part in carrying out or materially supporting my plans. Not the Decepticons heroes of old, who are either dead or in prison for life, not the mindless drones deciding to allow this injustice stand, and certainly not the feeble and dawdling Tripredacus Council, who wish to try and take things slowly, and let golden opportunities pass by as they eke out another agreement only destined for the trash.
I only had the virtues instilled by the Predacon Alliance, my wits and intelligence, and my drive to ensure my people are put back in their proud and rightful place. I did not rely on massive networks of supporters and soldiers to give me information, only my skill and the skills and loyalty of the fellow Predacons in my cell. Everything I did all relied on me and a select few. Any plans or tactics I created were all done with items and actions any civie can do on a miniscule budget. You don’t need to be a Fateweaver to create such plans.
In addition, previous non-Predacon terror attacks were carried out against hard targets. Military bases and locations that held objectives vital to the enemy, blacksites for developing wonder weapons, political leadership strongholds, anything that the Tyrest Accords would not protect under its bloated and feeble regulations. Every single one of these locations is teeming with security of the highest caliber, and setting foot, let alone attacking, is nigh impossible.
The targets my cell went after were soft targets; power grids, transportation stations, housing, recreational centers, anything a traitorous populace would use to live out their wretched existence. The protection in those places consists of nothing but fences, cameras, and unarmed guards hoping they can bargain their way out of death, all easy targets to attack. The objective here is not to outright overthrow the traitors yet, but to increase the tension and chaos in our planet, so that we can pave the way for more attacks, so that in time we retake Eukaris.
I and another mech massacred dozens at the museum where the Golden Disk was held, taking the Disk and gunning down cowardly guards and visitors without resistance. My comrades attacked the local power grid and transwarp station, destroying critical infrastructure to the “civilians” and allowing an easier escape, all while killing traitors and system enforcers dumb enough to stand in my way. Although they are supposedly “innocent”, they are far from it. Through their actions, they have either let our people be subjugated by these occupants, or worse, turned traitor to support them in any way their noxious minds could conjure. Their deaths are a net positive to Eukaris, and will weaken the Maximal government’s ability to effectively stop us.
It sends a strong message not only to the docile masses who let these parasites in, but to future Predacons and Predacon recruits wanting to take our planet back.
The parasitic and traitorous masses are now scared for their lives. The locations they thought were secure have been attacked brutally, with dozens blown apart or shot to pieces. Their alleged safe planet that they could exploit and destroy from within has shown that they’ll meet their end via bullets or shrapnel to their internals by patriots who won’t let their injustices continue unabated. And they know that sooner or later an attack will come to their doorstep, and help won’t be coming their way. Now, what do you think is stopping these traitors from becoming another pile of corpses to add to the scrapheap?
The answer? Nothing. Nothing except for the judgment of you or your fellow patriots.
The Predacons are now ecstatic about the possibilities these acts have shown. Their own members launched a critical blow against the traitor government and populace, killing hundreds of traitors and forcing the government to waste precious resources and time to rush and fix our chaos, all while they escaped the petty arm of the law. And they have all done this with no support from larger organizations, or backing from any governments. No tactic is off the table; no target is off limits. The only limit is your skills and weaknesses. After all, if you saw the damage I was able to cause with only a few like minded members, some pistols, and some well crafted IEDs, what’s stopping you from deciding to follow in my footsteps?
The answer? Nothing. Nothing except for the skills of you or your fellow patriots.
Let my actions serve as not just an attack against the traitor Cybertronians and Eukarians that call themselves the Maximals, or even a new front in a war against those who sold us out, but a new beginning for our civilization, one where we will reign supreme above all Cybertronians, one where all of our enemies present and future are killed swiftly and brutally, and one where every species either bows before us, or faces death via the blades of our knives and the barrels of our guns.
We are now in a new war, one where it is us Predacons and Pred-aligned Eukarians, against everyone who wishes to eradicate us, our people, and our civilization. It is only fair that we return the favor to them, and finish the job we started. But simply eradicating our enemies will not be enough. Our organization, our people, our civilization needs to be reformed in a way that it will never collapse from within, impervious to traitors too weak or too noble to stomach our current and future actions. And that means we cannot afford such weakness in our endeavors. We must find these traitors, and give them the only fate that their ilk deserve.
I want you to make your voice heard, to show that this illegitimate “system” is an affront to not only our values but to Eukaris itself. Barge into the homes of invaders and kill them on the spot. Mangle the hands, burn out the sparks, and drill out the optics of traitors dumb enough to make their faces and voices known to our fellow patriots. Gun down hordes upon hordes of exploiters infiltrating our society and profiting themselves off of our resources and manpower. Plant IEDs around federal locations and collapse their foundations with their parasites inside. Make the Predacon Alliance’s message clear: You and your traitorous ilk will never be welcome while we stand. In time, the traitors that decided to turn our world into their home will have two options: stay and be slaughtered in droves by patriots taking their planet back, or flee to “safety” and face future death later.
While I wage war in the past, to eradicate the Autobots, the traitor Eukarians in my midst, and any allies they may have; you will carry out more attacks in the future, crippling the system’s ability to suppress us so that a full-scale revolution can occur, and ensure the dominance of the Predacons forever.
We will not yield. We will conquer.
“VICTORY THROUGH TERROR”
-The motto for the Predacon Alliance, and the unofficial motto for the old Fateweaver Corps