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Cybertron. Despite its tumultuous past, its people had finally begun to prosper and coexist peacefully with the help of the Allspark. But as Cybertron was reunited, one discovery soon cleaved the planet in two. Autobot, and Decepticon.
As the two factions battled for control of Cybertron and the Allspark- they left a path of never-ending destruction in their wake. Fearing the worst, Optimus Prime ordered for the Allspark be launched into the depths of space; far away from Megatron's grasp.
Bumblebee ex-vented with relief, watching the Allspark disappear into the void of space, and tried desperately to push back the fear he felt as Megatron’s frame loomed over him. An attempt to speak loosed nothing but a weak crackle and excruciating pain.
Megatron's servos clenched as he gazed toward the stars, and for a few short seconds, Bumblebee could've sworn that beneath the hot rage in his optics, Megatron was afraid as well.
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Megatron was close. The Allspark was so close, he could feel it in his frame- his spark- as he accelerated towards an undocumented solar system. It had been too long since he’d recharged, too long since he’d refueled, but now that it was within his clutches, he wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop.
Nearing closer to the system's sun, he locked onto a small blue planet, and his sensors surged dramatically. “Here. It's here.”
As he accelerated closer to the meager planet, his internal diagnostics flickered before shutting down completely. An electromagnetic field, and a surprising amount of gravity blindsided him as he sped ever faster, heat licking at his chassis. Before Megatron could correct his trajectory- he impacted violently with the frozen surface of the planet.
Megatron growled as he transformed and heaved himself out of the thick ice and onto a nearby outcrop of icebergs. Pain shot throughout his chassis, and he realized just how seriously the crash had injured him. It seemed the constant searching- with little rest- was finally catching up to him.
The intense cold had already began to seep into him, slowing his processors and limbs. Cursing the wretched planet he had crashed upon, Megatron knew his best option was to use an emergency distress beacon, and wait for Soundwave to respond accordingly. Going into stasis, a few last things crossed Megatron's mind. However his final thoughts were of only one thing, one person that plagued his mind constantly- even from across the universe.
The Fallen.