This is a title... 1000 solar cycles in the pastThis is a title... by Sinornis
Vos, the most secluded and isolated city state on Cybertron has just been attacked…
Megatron stared out at the wreckage before him, grimacing at the sight of the dead and dying civilians. He was about to try to make an alliance with the leaders of the city-state of Vos, when the place was suddenly blown to slag. The former gladiator had survived, only losing an easily repaired servo to the blast. The same could not be said of most of the other bots around him. He considered his priorities, and called out for the mechs that had accompanied him into the city, "Shockwave, Blitzwing, Lugnut! Report!"
Not too far away from where he was standing, a mech attempted crawl out from under the debris, half of his helm being completely blown off, revealing the extremely damaged processor within, and his optics were cracked severely. He let out a few garbled noises mixed with static, but went unheard. A second mech climbed out with relative ease, the wrecka
Good Doctor LocklearThere was nothing but groggy swirls of illusionistic euphoria. The drugs they had administered to him were too powerful for anything else. His senses were obstructed, and he was alone with the cackling voices inside his head. They grew louder and louder until he could no longer bear it. He tried desperately to claw at his face, to do anything to hush the dull roar. But it was in vain, as his arms were strapped securely to his chest by the straight jacket that subdued him.Good Doctor Locklear by xMadame-Macabrex
He collapsed onto the doughy floor beneath him. He had been in this miserable cell for who knows how many days now? Perhaps even weeks or months, God forbid, years. He had long since lost track of time, yet he did not care.
Those damn fools. Who the hell did they think they were? Locking him up. HIM. A man of science. A bringer of societal advances, and hero to mankind. They would regret this. All of them. If they would not have him as their savior, they would have him as their end maker.
His brow twitched for a momen