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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No one had answers or even guesses. An unknown ship that almost destroyed the Lost Light in some incredible way, an inexplicable effect... What kind of weapon was it? And the message in ancient Cybertronian... Nobody speaks this language already for several thousands of vorns! Well, almost no one except for Vos. And whose attention did we attract, Megatron wondered to himself, what did I see?
"Are you sure no one's chasing us?" Rodimus asked hoarsely from the captain's seat.
"No traces, at least the on-board computer doesn't detect anything," Skids reported, rechecking the data.
"Are you sure?" the red-yellow Autobot still couldn't calm down.
"Yes," the second captain answered instead of the navigator. Megatron seemed to be staring at the nearest console, but in fact he didn't see it. The image of huge purple optics glowing in the dark refused to leave the silver mech's CPU. "We broke away."
"How do you know...?" the Prime's apprentice began again, but, meeting the co-captain's serious gaze happily fell silent.
"What in Unicron's name was that?" Cyclonus, nevertheless, found the strength to rise from the floor with Perceptor's help, but, just in case, he squeezed the back of his chair with his digits. "For a moment, I felt like..." However, he had no suitable words, and so the purple mech only ex-vented emotionally.
"Inform the others that the danger has passed," Megatron quietly turned to Rodimus and, at a bewildered look of blue optics, spread the manipulators: "You are in charge now."
"Yes, exactly, Megs... hmm... good that you remember," he grunted and pressed the speakerphone button on the right armrest: "Attention, captain Rodimus speaking," he announced in the most calm and confident tone, "whatever happened a few minutes ago, and I'm sure everyone felt it, now the situation is under control. Drift, Getaway, Whirl, Nautica, check the engineering deck, engines and main power supplies." And with a more gloomy look he concluded: "It's necessary in every sense to evaluate how badly we were shaken..."
And who did it, silver mech mentally added to himself. The pain was still throbbing in his helm. Slight but palpable, the EMD showed a few minor glitches, but Megatron turned off the log messages, everything's obvious.
"What? Did I say wrong again? What did I do?" Rodimus's discontented grumbling reached him.
"What?" Rubbing his digits across the faceplate, Megatron stared blankly at the first captain.
"I say, what again didn't you like in my actions?" The red-and-yellow Autobot leaned slightly towards him. "You made such a face..."
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