Location: Aegis – Decepticon Quarantine Zone POV: Drachen
The air felt wrong.
Drachen had been through countless battlefields, witnessed the aftermath of entire worlds burning, but this—this was something else.
The plague was alive. It clung to the very fabric of Aegis, crawling through metal, corrupting sparks, reducing once-loyal warriors to mindless beasts. Even the air itself carried an unnatural, infectious weight, pressing down on all who dared step too close.
Aegis should have been theirs, a symbol of Creator's 's will made manifest, the heart of a newly conquered sector the first step into the Council's Core Worlds the staging ground for the conquest.
Instead, it had become a tomb.
Around him, towering barricades shimmered with containment fields, marking the borders of the quarantine zone. Inside, thousands of infected Cybertronians twitched and spasmed, their plating rusting, their optics glowing an unholy red.
Some screamed, others growled, and some… some wept, their fading sparks flickering, caught between the plague's rage and their own crumbling memories.
Among them are the veterans the elite and Those who had shown great potential from the Well of All Sparks, children of Primus, raised under Creator's reign, who saw him as their God a being equal to Primus and the Chaos Bringer.
And those who had been abandoned—left behind when the Deceiver ran, forgotten, discarded, until the Creator gave them purpose, power, and a future.
And now, they stood before their self proclaimed God, suffering a fate worse than death.
Drachen's servos clenched into fists as he turned toward the holo-display. Shockwave's cold, analytical face flickered into view.
"Tell me you have a solution," Drachen growled.
Shockwave's voice was clinical, as ever. "There is no cure. Not within a timeframe that is acceptable. The Rust Plague and the Hate Plague have fused into a unique strain. Its mutagenic properties evolve at an accelerated rate. Attempting to synthesize an antidote could take decades."
Drachen's optics darkened. "And if we do nothing?"
Shockwave's response was instant. "The infected will break containment within the next 3.2 cycles. If that occurs, the plague could spread beyond Aegis. A planetary purge is the only logical course of action."
Drachen exhaled through his vents, his gaze shifting toward the command tower. The shadowed figure of Galvatron loomed above the former battlefield turned quarantine zone.
He had not moved since the purge was suggested.
Finally, his voice cut through the comms like a blade.
"I'll do it," Galvatron said. "I'll wipe them out they deserve it for it is my fault."
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Location: Aegis – Quarantine Zone Interior
POV: Infected Decepticon – Designation: Storm-224
Pain.
Storm-224 had once been a proud warrior, one of the first Decepticons born under Lord Galvatron's rule. He had fought at, marched alongside his God, watched the stars tremble at his will.
Now, he was dying.
His servos were cracking apart, rust eating through the seams, but the Hate Plague burned hotter than any corruption. He could feel it tearing into his processor, forcing his limbs to lunge, attack, destroy.
He didn't want to fight.
He wanted to kneel.
But when he looked up, he did not see a battlefield.
He saw a throne.
The red haze of his optics cleared for a single, fleeting moment, and there—standing above the purge—was Galvatron.
The one who had saved them all.
Storm-224 tried to speak. Tried to call out to his god. To beg forgiveness for the madness that overtook him.
But a single shot silenced him.
As he began to fall over and his spark began to flicker out it left him he began to beg with his dying breaths for forgiveness but his Lord grabbed him and held him against his spark his eye's were a soft red I tried to speak again "My.....a ... Lord ... for.. give me." He looked at me his optics so compassionate "You are forgiven my son I will always remember you Storm-224 now rest my son you deserve it." I let out one last breath..
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Location: Aegis – The Pain
POV: Galvatron
My fusion cannon smoked.
I had known that soldier.
Storm-224. Newly forged, a child of Cybertron's rebirth. One of mine.
Now, he was dead by Galvatron's hand By my Hands.
Not the first. Not the last.
I had held him in his arms and he'd asked for forgiveness the least I could do was make sure he passed with no regrets.
One after another, I killed them.
The ones who had called me their God I am no God I couldn't even save them.
The ones who had followed me with devotion.
And what broke my Spark was a barley functioning Decepticon Steelhide-09 got up and saluted me "We live and die by your orders Lord Galvatron until I join the All-Spark.
It pained me to kill him and as I held him he looked happy and peaceful.
And now, he was the one who extinguished them my son's my soldiers there's a reason I introduced art and music into my Cybertron was so my Decepticons had a choice on what they wanted to do.
But now I'm killing them those I swore to protect.
Yet I did not falter.
I could not.
My optics never dimmed, My aim never wavered.
One by one, I put them down and each time I held them comforting them.
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POV: Drachen
Drachen had always known the Creator was a being without equal.
But now, he saw something different.
This was not a conquest.
This was a burden.
A burden only a king could bear.
Galvatron moved like a force of nature, yet there was no hatred in his strikes. No mindless rage.
Only duty.
And as he watched his lord cut down his own loyalists, he understood.
This is what it means to be the Creator.
This is what it means to be a God.
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POV: Infected Soldier – Designation: Vail-99
She had once stood on the steps of Galvatron's citadel, watching him deliver a speech that reshaped the Cybertronian Empire.
She had sworn to, "Never fail you, my Lord."
Now, she stumbled forward, her plating falling apart, her spark consumed by rage and rust.
She saw him.
Lord Galvatron.
She tried to stop herself, tried to kneel, but her limbs would not obey.
Her mind screamed, fighting the plague's control.
And then—
A blade through the spark.
A final moment of clarity.
She looked up, and for the first time, she saw her Lord.
Galvatron knelt before her.
His optics, burning.
But beneath them…
Beneath them was something deeper.
Pain.
Regret.
She tried to speak.
Tried to thank him.
But there were no words left.
Just rust.
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When it was done, Galvatron stood alone.
The fields were silent. The last of the rusted dead lay still.
His blade dripped with the essence of warriors he had once called his own.
Drachen stood nearby. He did not speak.
No one did.
And then, Galvatron turned.
His voice cut through the silence, a declaration not of victory, but of retribution.
"They thought this would stop us."
He gazed at the ruined battlefield, his optics glowing with an ancient fire.
"They thought we would break."
He stepped forward, his shadow falling over the remains of the dead.
"But we are Decepticons."
His voice rose.
"We do not break."
"We do not fall."
"We do not surrender to fear, or weakness, or even death."
"For the fallen shall rise in each and every one of you now carry them."
His fist clenched.
"They were ours. They fought for Cybertron. They fought for our future. And they were taken from us by them."
His optics blazed.
"This was meant to cripple us. But all it has done is justify what is to come."
His voice thundered across the battlefield.
"We'll wipe them out."
A pause.
"From root to stem no survivors no mercy, they will learn to fear their new Master's."
And the Decepticons roared in unison.
"For Cybertron."
"For Lord Galvatron."
"All Hail Lord Galvatron."
"For the Decepticon Cause."
"For the fallen."
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POV: Shockwave
The comms flickered to life.
Galvatron's voice, calm yet firm, echoed through the channel.
"Aegis is cleansed. The Council has made their choice I told you this would happen but you wanted to try slave labour why not keep some in a Zoo I've just had to put down a few thousand of my Decepticons."
Shockwave nodded. "My Lord are you sure you are alright there was no other way to stop the plague without impacting everything you have worked for."
Galvatron's optics dimmed.
"Begin preparations."
Shockwave tilted his head. "For what?"
Galvatron's answer was absolute.
"Ready our armadas and armies storm them conquer them and raze there planets to the ground this should never of happened Shockwave the Decimator and it's fleet is making a push straight to the capital world of the Council."
Shockwave paused for a brief moment before giving a curt nod, "As you wish my Lord."
The transmission fizzles out, leaving Shockwave time to contemplate this new development Lord Galvatron wishes for the war to end it makes sense logically for the New Decepticon Empire has now proven itself and has a experienced army and fleet and has no need for the war to continue.
Shockwave flicks a switch and quickly sends of streams of data to the surrounding fleets and to all frontlines to push even harder.
Waiting but a moment a torrent a beeps confirming orders.
Shockwave gets back to a interesting side project by dissecting a Tyranid form.