Chapter Text
Megatron was walking on a thin line,
seeking an end that he would not find,
but behind him was he,
silent and stoic,
Gently grasping the servo of his faithful soldier,
walking together ,
There will be two mechs,
who don't need to say goodbye.
"What do you think happens after death?"
Soundwave stopped writing; his lord's sudden question left him thoughtful. What could there be after death? He turned slowly to look at Megatron's face, absorbed in the data screen. The silence that filled the communications room was broken by a low, almost ironic, laugh from their leader.
A question mark flickered on his visor.
“Forgive me, old friend. What I'm about to say may sound ridiculous, but... can our spark return after death? A new path to follow.”
Megatron turned his gaze to Soundwave. The Decepticon remained silent, as always.
"Answer me this," Megatron added gravely. "Would you remain loyal to me, even in another life?"
“Loyalty: Absolute.”
— MEGATRON was a revolutionary who fought for the rights of the marginalized, those who suffered under an unjust and hypocritical caste system imposed by the oligarchy of Cybertron. A system that rejected the neediest and thrived within its own elitist circle.
He was once one of them: a gladiator fighting in the arenas of Kaon, a charismatic and feared warrior. He began to question that oppressive system. He spoke out for those who couldn't be heard and became a listener for those who'd never had anyone to talk to. Through his courage and determination, he attracted oppressed and marginalized followers. For the first time, many felt they could fight for freedom and their right to be recognized as true Cybertronians.
He once had a brother: Orion Pax, a great ally… but also a traitor. Orion disappeared when he was chosen by the Matrix, becoming Primus's vessel: Optimus Prime.
That sparked the war, a long war.
Interesting…
"The Decepticons... are disbanded." There was no speech, no glory. Just that one sentence.
And with one last look at the field that had once been his, Megatron rose silently, fading into the gray firmament of Cybertron.
“Soundwave? Where’s Soundwave?”
You left behind someone who was more than a follower: a silent ally, a sharp intellect... and perhaps the only one who truly understood you.
Very well
Humor us
Every child of Primus deserves a second chance,
two sparks that long to be close,
They will meet soon.
Megatron looked through the glass at the sky, which had once shone brightly. Suddenly, the light faded, giving way to a starry stillness. Beside him, Soundwave mimicked the gesture, in an almost solemn silence.
Then the inevitable happened: a shooting star crossed the firmament.
"According to human culture," Megatron said, without looking away, "you can make a wish when a shooting star crosses the sky."
A thick silence fell between them. Not awkward, but heavy with unspoken thoughts.
"And you, Soundwave?" he finally asked, his voice deep. "What would you order?"
Soundwave's visor glowed slightly.
“Just us. No one else.”