The Monster of Kaon (Transformers Si): Chapter 62

I stood waiting, watching as Megatronus bled Dark Energon and lay on the ground exhausted.

It has been nearly an hour since I finally pumped his body full of Oxygenated Energon, which started devouring his Dark Energon, and the changes were clearly visible.

Already, the dark feeling I got from him thanks to his Dark Energon was fading rapidly, leaving behind the familiar spark signature that I knew all those eons ago. I could also tell that his body was slowly acclimating to no longer being in a constant overclocked state.

In some ways, Dark Energon was similar to Red Energon, albeit much weaker and much more stable, but just as addictive.

“Are you just going to stand there?”

I glanced at his red optics that refused to meet mine.

“What else do you want me to do?”

“....Just say something. I know you are angry-“

“Angry? No, Megatronus. I am far beyond angry. I am livid! And more than that, I am disappointed.”

“I thought I raised you to not let your emotions get the better of you. To always keep the big picture in mind while you do things. To protect our people and our planet from anyone who would harm us.”

Once I started speaking, I simply could not stop myself. This is what I was afraid of. This is why I have avoided discussing this topic ever since I arrived on Earth.

Because I was afraid of what I would say, thanks to the storm of emotions within me that I have been suppressing for thousands of years, ever since I learned of what happened on Cybertron.

“I know I acted rashly, but I did it for the good of our people. To stop another Prime from rising and oppressing our people like Sentinel.”

“Is that so? Then how does that translate to executing Sentinel and his council without a trial?”

Megatronus finally looked me in the eye with anger clear for me to see.

“Are you siding with Optimus? Are you blaming me for killing Sentinel!?”

“Blaming you for killing Sentinel? Primus no. Hell, I would have done far worse than you for all the atrocities he committed.”

Remembering days long gone, the time of my birth, I could not help but gaze coldly at my surroundings.

“Just ask Hammerbyte, Ratchet, Shockwave, Soundwave, or anyone else from the old guard of Cybertron. You can even ask the Quintessons, they will tell you the tales of the white devil that drowned their executioners and guards in low-density Energon and set them on fire. They will tell you of the monster that cruelly tortured their Scientists for information before executing them. They will tell you of the demon that slowly and painfully dismantled their judges, ripping off their faces and internals while making sure they would not die, before throwing their remains in the Mithric Sea.”

I looked into the distance as those old memories surfaced.

“Rage, Hatred, Dispair, I know these emotions better than anyone in the universe, Megatronus, and I have already let them control me once upon a time. But later on, I realized that these emotions can twist you into becoming something you are not. That is why I am disappointed in you, and everyone else, for that matter.”

Back in those days, I was rage incarnate. My hatred and despair were targeted at literally everyone around me.

How could I not hate Cybertron, the Cybertronians, and the Quintessons? Especially when I believed them and their god to be responsible for tearing me away from my world? From the promising future that I painstakingly built for myself on Earth?

But as time passed, I slowly accepted my reality and learned to control my emotions.

As the saying goes, with age comes wisdom.

This is also the reason why I can’t bring myself to harshly judge the Autobots and Decepticons for what they did.

The Autobots let their sense of justice get ahead of themselves, making them stand against their brothers and sisters, while the Decepticons let their anger and despair get the better of them and indulged in their darker impulses without restraint, alienating themselves from their brethren.

Both sides had valid arguments, and both sides had reasons that I simply could not fault because I understood them better than anyone.

I turned to give my sparkling a soft look as he looked away from me, his nanites nearly done fixing him.

“You asked me if I am siding with Optimus? Why don’t you ask yourself that question? Who will I side with? The sparkling that I raised since infancy or the student that I met halfway through our revolution?”

“Besides, it is not a matter of taking sides. It is a matter of actions and the consequences that follow said actions.”

I steeled my heart and stood straighter, staring down at my sparkling with a gaze without emotion.

“Make no mistake, Megatronus, Child of Maximus, son of Kaon, you will pay for the many crimes you have committed in my name, just like the Autobots will answer for their idiotic actions and for escalating the war to the levels where you two factions destroyed the planet that we call home. But, I think you all are far too valuable assets for Cybertron as it is now to be fully punished.”

“I admit, the Decepticons will be the ones who take the brunt of the punishment since your crimes are far worse than the Autobots, but like I said, actions have consequences, and you all will face those consequences, even if those consequences are far more subdued than what you all deserve.”

Megatronus simply nodded in acknowledgement, showing that he had once again acknowledged me as his leader after this trial of combat.

Then, he slowly turned towards me.

“Just where were you? Maximus? What exactly happened in those council chambers back then?”

“....That is a very, very, long story.”

“Well, we got nothing but time.”

“Haha! Not really, my foolish sparkling. Right now, there are a lot of things that we need to do. But, after that? I’ll tell you everything.”

I grinned down at him.

“After all, there is no way I am letting you meet your younger sibling without giving you some blackmail material to tease her.”

“....You are evil. Tell me more.”

Before I could speak anymore, our mood was ruined when Shockwave contacted me and gave me the news that nearly drove me up the wall in panic.

‘Damnit! Chela! Why the hell do you titans have the diplomatic sense of a mechanima?’

‘Bringing in an equivalent of a planet-killing weapon for First Contact is not how you win the favor of the natives!!’

I wasted no time in opening a Space Bridge straight to Shockwave’s ship along with Megatronus.

Primus help me! These Titans and the children are going to be the death of me one day.