Confrontation with Shockwave didn't pass without consequences, Optimus's spark began to decay, and the Matrix of Leadership decided that his successor will be... Megatron, who wants to finally end the war.
The Lost Light crew is on their way to find...
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"Rung? Rung!" Rodimus shouted, pressing both servos to his mouth.
"Rung!" Velocity echoed him, but there was no answer.
Megatron launched a detailed scan, but in the entire large hall he couldn't find a single mech whose parameters even somehow matched with the missing therapist. But he managed to find the whole three exits in the wall on the left and similar three in the wall on the right, which until now were of no interest - they were all hidden in darkness, and the team paid more attention to the gravity shaft through which they came here.
"Ru-ung!" Drift called, and when no one answered this time, the first captain slapped his thighs with a clang saying:
"Oh no, not this."
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Okay, calm down, need to think where he could go, Megatron persuaded himself, already assuming that he could be easily blamed for the loss of a team member. Distracted everyone with his chatter about some kind of mysticism, and here they are: one of the group's missing. There were no cries for help, I didn't notice any suspicious presence either, maybe he went into one of these previously unnoticed corridors, to see what was there and how? Something that we should have done right away, instead of stomping around here, playing with gravity... Slag...
It would be worth worrying, but Megatron, for some reason, didn't feel a strong panic. He seemed to look ahead and felt that Rung would soon appear. In the distant past Minimus told him how to more or less not succumb to sudden panic.
"Imagine that you need to travel to another city on business, and you simply didn't leave your home for a long time. But you have to go, and the closer the departure time is, the more anxiety seizes you..."
It was evening, they were returning to the Ambus estate by personal transport after visiting the Enforcement Department. The sun was already setting over the horizon, Megatron contemplated the sunset colors sky and, at the same time, listened attentively to his interlocutor. Working in the mines didn't often allow to watch the sunset, the miners often remained underground for weeks or even months. Many still live like this... Why am I different? Why am I better?
"...for whatever reason," Minimus, seating to the left, calmly continued, his own frame, like most of the time, was clad in the Ultra Magnus's armor, "aerophobia for example: what if the shuttle would crash on the way, a chance of running into a criminal or..."
"A terrorist attack?" Megatron prompted, turning to his guardian. It was for this reason that the young miner ended up in the Iaconian hospital, where the medics learned about his anomalous spark. "Any tragedy somewhere in a crowded place?"
