The Web of Love

- Lord/Megatron, - the signalman approached the Decepticon lord and displayed the coordinates of the capsule's fall on the screen. - The Decepticon capsule? Hmm, it's interesting, very much so," Megatron turned 180° and looked at the screen. - should I/send/ a squad? - No need, I'll go myself. We're moving out in 15 minutes... The Lord thoughtfully folded the manipulators from behind, straightening his back. His insidious gaze slowly ran through the glass of the polished window. It seems that the alien ship had never heard of dust, because through the window the gray and sad sky was visible in all colors. This planet still seemed like a special curiosity, like a jungle to a young traveler. At least take a chip. An airy, fluffy mass that is not animated at all, not even an object, but as if it breathes. Probably, it's all because these soft weightless substances absorb the life that reigns below. This is how Decepticons differ from their fellow Autobots. "A man born to run cannot fly," said the human philosopher. Transformers have a different opinion on this. Who needs these wheels when you can surf the vast expanses of the sky, where there are no obstacles, and freedom is tied under the wings with a scarlet ribbon. A ribbon of passion and feelings for a wonderful sense of expanse. *** Pov: Megatron I walked through endless, gray corridors until I entered my compartment. I've spent so much time inside these walls that I've memorized every corner of this death-soaked ship. The word "battle" itself is like a synonym for the cursed place where the last abode of my warriors remained. Although I was the lord of chaos, my compartment was not so royal. Table, chair, datapad, platform. Nothing superfluous. Only one thing stood out against the background of the gray room, this photo. The photo is where I am with them. Not like humans, these leather microbes. The photo was translucent, and it was pleasantly sacred with neon to the point of trembling in kilohertz. This is my treasure, the meaning of my asset and my solace. Memory... - if you knew how much I miss you, I hope we will meet soon.. - taking a weightless box with a projection, I pressed it to the spark itself. My soul immediately felt so warm and cozy. It turns out that even Megatron can be bored and in love. It's ridiculous and completely incomprehensible, but.. Slag, again I'm using human culture as an example, huh! There are two sides to the coin.. The darkness that I show to everyone and everything is nothing but an illusion, a pathetic mirage. Like the boundless cosmos, my inky soul glitters under my greatness, but melts at the sight of such unthinkable things as the memories of those that are so dear to me. How syntemental.. The end of the Pov Megatron. *** When the two factions came face to face, they began to fight. The clang of metal on metal, swearing, loss of energon. Nothing unusual, believe me, this is a "regular transformers working day." It even gets creepy from this thought... But there's nothing you can do about it. War is sometimes inaccessible to the perception of those who lead it... All this nonsense was interrupted by a deafening "Bang-bang". The capsule hit the ground with a wild crash and slid several meters forward, loosening the ground with a loud screech. Everyone fell silent and pointed guns at the transport. A moment later, the door opened, and a slender Fem came out. Her body color was black with blue inserts, and she was about 7-8 meters tall. But the most eye-catching was her optics. She was...Special? It's corny, but it's true, you can't say it better. The eyes were smoothly shimmering with a gridient from yellow to green. It looked very unusual and exciting. Behind her hung her sword, matching the color of her body. Everyone stood and looked at a representative of their race, and the Decepticons, in turn, lowered their weapons as soon as they noticed the sign of their faction. But only two of the Mechs present knew her. Megatron and Optimus have known her for a long time... - My Lord.. Fem took a couple of steps and bowed to Megatron. - Hello, what a pleasant meeting, - the mech grinned, snarling maliciously. He was overwhelmed with feelings, but he didn't show it. Nevertheless, it is necessary to maintain the status of an all-powerful leader. Meanwhile, the Autobots were in a very tense situation. - *Soundwave open the groundbridge*, - immediately after the Lord's order, a yellow-green funnel opened a couple of meters away from them. - Autobots attack, don't let them get away!- after the Prime command, everyone started attacking the Des, but they didn't even have time to blink, as the couple disappeared into the funnel. - Damn, we missed them! - A blue two-wheeled fem kicked one of the defeated robots. - who was it anyway? Balk looked at Optimus questioningly as he put down his weapons. - this is Megatron's sister, Ciara. She is a very dangerous and excellent fighter. Prime replied thoughtfully and quietly, peering at the place where the enemies had been recently. - SISTER?! - Arcie stood in a "slight" shock, - how? Are you sure, Optimus? - Absolutely... We knew each other before the war. - how/can/he/have/a sister? And/where/was she/before/? Bambalbi beeped, spreading the manipulators apart. - I do not know where she was, but I know one thing: all this is very bad for us...* Ratchet, open the bridge* A little devastated by the Autobot leader and in shock, with questions that are unlikely to get answers, the team entered the funnel. *** Two transformers emerged from the funnel, which immediately slammed shut behind them. - Soundwave, call everyone in the main hall, I have an announcement. The tyrant's voice sounded proudly, after which he lifted his sister's chin with an elegant claw, peering into two eyepieces that were of an unusual color, "you are as beautiful as before, sister. - haven't I changed at all, brother? - Femka replied sarcastically with a sly smile, responding to the devouring, slightly lascivious gaze of the Decepticons, - I can't say the same about you. The war has worn you out. - Oh, Ciara, you've always been so straightforward. I forgot. - Huh, well. We have plenty of time to refresh your processor~ *after a certain amount of time* Everyone was standing in the main hall and whispering about something, simultaneously examining the fem that stood next to the Lord. Indeed, she was amazing. The soldiers rarely saw girls in their ranks. After Airachnida, it was so nice to see such a clear look of the deadly beauty in this gloomy pool. She was slender, beautiful and graceful, and her elegant coloring was admirable. Or maybe it was the face that resembled the face of their leader. It was scary, because Megatron was feared and respected here. - and so, I have gathered you all here in order to introduce you to the new fem in our ranks. The loud voice of the gladiator sounded throughout the hall, so that every pitiful soul could hear it. - Ciara, my sister and part-time new deputy. - b-but my Lord, this is my position and.. - Starscream began to protest, but the lord interrupted him. - I will clarify the balance of power, Ciara is my main deputy, and you are the deputy only for the military part. The leader's voice sounded authoritative, so that everyone who heard it shuddered in horror. - any more questions?! The Decepticon of all Decepticons looked around at everyone and, having received no answer, continued: - then everyone is free. Only Megatron, Ciara and Soundwave remained in the main compartment. Turning 180°, the lord walked across the bridge and stood in front of a huge window that was the entire wall. The Decepticon followed him. Soundwave, in turn, was quietly deciphering the coordinates of the Iacon database. - tell me, my dear, how did you end up here? - Megatron said softly, folding the manipulators behind his back. - my ship was blown up, but I managed to escape in an escape pod. - the transformer girl replied, looking at the views from the window with her brother. - Well, anyway, I'm glad you're okay and you're here. - Oh, Megatronus, I'm awfully glad too. I can't wait to visit our old friends~) - call me Megatron. And about the Autobots.. Don't worry, I'll give you the opportunity to taste the sweet fruit of their imminent death. The rest of the day flew by unnoticed. Small conversations with the gladiator and views of the spacious sky, which was so inviting. A new day marked the beginning of a new life. And new problems...