Prologue. Chapter 9. Wind of freedom. (pt.1)

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Megatron didn't even immediately realize where he was when he woke up. Darkness... Is it night? No... Judging by the chronometer, it's already about ten in the morning. He felt strangely rested, pleasant relaxation in the whole frame, he didn't even want to get up. It has been a long time since he had experienced such sensations. A very, very long time... and was there anything like that at all? Maybe... when he lived in one of the Ambus estates, being the Ultra Magnus's ward, when he didn't have to be afraid...

His systems were originally designed for heavy conditions, the 'anomalous' green spark a thousands times more powerful than that of most of the Cybertronian race

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His systems were originally designed for heavy conditions, the 'anomalous' green spark a thousands times more powerful than that of most of the Cybertronian race. Megatron is used to it. The sudden change of scenery was pleasant, but wildly unnatural for him. As it is now. A Golden Age... A Golden Cage... You are being deceived...

Actually ... How long have I been recharging? And what happened yesterday? The last thing I remember... this strange therapist came, Rung. Then Starscream appeared... I blurted out something about flying, and...

Slag! Megatron sat up abruptly, and the lights in the berth room turned on automatically. The Decepticon intensively ventilated the systems, realizing his own stupidity he wanted to laugh nervously. Idiot... what have you done? Who pulled you by the glossa? Showed 'willpower' in the presence of a traitor and this psychoanalyst... That's it, from now on not a word anymore. Keep quiet, be strong and don't disgrace yourself again. And the former SIC promised to come to an agreement with the Prime. An agreement with the Prime? Yeah, funny.

The Decepticon got up from the berth and looked out into the bright living room. It's already a white day behind the windows. This means that the chronometer is not lying. What happened to me? After Rung's visit, everything is like in a fog. I don't even remember when he left.

Fool's energon... Megatron went to the rack, which contained four more cubes, opened the door and took one. Yesterday's falling out of reality, unexplained visions, nonsense that Megatron spoke, not understanding what he was saying... And now such a long recharge... Prime didn't lie about the effect. Sedatives? Drugs? What's next?

"And again there are no alternatives," Megatron muttered, gulped down the liquid and winced in disgust. Like diluted technical grease. "Rather, there are alternatives, but only even worse," he continued to reason aloud, putting the empty cube back on the shelf. "Okay, I'll try to hold on as long as I can..."

Rodimus'd words involuntarily came to his mind: and you're gonna end up right back where you started, think if was it worth it? Instead of his own reflection in the glass door of the rack, for a moment appeared the image of a maliciously grinning red and yellow Optimus Prime's student. Appeared and was immediately gone, again being replaced by Megatron's own reflection.

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