This thread will be used for a series of short stories that will relate in some way to my main story, Knightfall. To properly understand what is happening, it would be best to read Knightfall first, but these stories may also be read as stand-alone chronicles of Cybertron's history. The first story is self-explanatory. I hope you enjoy it, and I look forward to reading everyone's thoughts. Thank you. Note: Some of my stories may be rather grotesque, and readers are warned now that there may be uncomfortably descriptive events that involve violence. The intense heat from the smelting pits was almost too much for the young Transformer to bear. As a soldier, he was built for strength and endurance, but his mining cousins were better equipped for such conditions. What was a soldier doing in a smelting chamber? He was wondering the exact same question. The soldier had no recollections of how or why he had got to the chamber, only that he was presently tied upside down by the feet, suspended over a large barrel of red-hot metal. The soldier tried to lift himself up so that he could pry the carbon-fibre coils off of his ankles, but the combination of the heat from the barrel beneath him and a curious aching in his joints made the effort pointless. “You may stop struggling, soldier.” A cold voice called out from the soldier’s left. He turned his head to see an average-sized Transformer with rectangular wings on his back and a black and white colour scheme. A red crest adorned the Transformer’s helmet, clashing oddly with his cool blue eyes. By his side, he held a standard grey rifle with several odd attachments. The Transformer looked to be a law-enforcement officer of some kind. “My name is Prowl, and I have brought you here on account of some troubling rumours that I have heard.” The Transformer explained to the soldier. “According to several contacts I have in Kaon, there have been many curious uprisings among the soldier ranks. Is that correct?” The soldier knew exactly what Prowl was speaking of, because he was the one who was orchestrating the uprisings. But, of course, Prowl couldn’t know that, so he lied. “There may be, but I have no knowledge of them.” The soldier replied confidently. “Now, is this really necessary? I am certain interrogations would be better if performed under comfortable conditions.” “I have been in the Autobot Law Enforcement Division all my life. In that time, I have seen many prisoners interrogated in the manner you are suggesting.” Prowl recalled. “It does not change anything. Either way, the prisoner will always spill the information I need. For if they don’t, I have legal clearance to use any means I need to get it.” Prowl pushed a lever on a console to his right. The coil suspending the soldier suddenly gave way, and he plummeted down towards a blazing metal death. Just before that, however, Prowl stepped forward and caught the soldier by his left shin. Prowl showed no signs of struggling, but the soldier’s considerable size would take its toll soon. “What is your name, soldier?” Prowl demanded. “I have no name, and you know that full well.” The soldier responded angrily. “My comrades are not even important enough for one, in the eyes of the Autobot command. They believe we will fight back like our ancestors did, so they restrict us. But in doing so, they make it more likely for us to follow in the footsteps of the past!” “I know all of that.” Prowl said quietly. “But I must thank you. You gave me the reason for why the soldiers are rebelling, and that information will be invaluable to High Command. Perhaps I can talk them into eliminating the soldiers all together, so that no further complications will arise.” Prowl did not smile, but his tone sounded far happier than it should have. “You will come with me to the Kaon Prison, where you will spend the rest of your miserable life.” “On what charges?” The soldier shouted, enraged. “No charges whatsoever. But if my ideas do go through with Command, then I will be doing you a favour. You will escape the eradication of soldiers from Cybertron.” Prowl smiled that time, and pulled the soldier out of the barrel. He slapped a pair of statis cuffs onto the soldier’s wrists before he could escape, then stood him up. “So in a way, I am saving your life right now.” The soldier growled menacingly, but stopped when Prowl pushed him the small of his back, and he was forced to walk forward across the bridge that crossed the smelting chamber. Prowl stayed silent the whole time, and the only indications of his presence to the soldier were further jabs in the back when he slowed down. Prowl and his prisoner exited the smelting building after passing through another chamber and a main hall. Outside was Kaon, the mining capital of Cybertron that doubled as a convict facility. A thick haze blanketed the entirety of Kaon, so navigation was troublesome. But the soldier had lived there his entire life as a prison guard, so he knew his way around. He thought of the irony, that he would soon be captive in the very walls he had protected. At the entrance to the prison, the warden came to meet Prowl. The warden was twice Prowl’s height, but still shorter than the soldier. He was very thin and lanky, with long arms like swords. The warden had no face, instead a visor took up the majority of the front of his head. Prowl looked fearless, but internally he always hated seeing the warden. Nothing was more creepy and mysterious than him. “Warden, I have a new convict for you.” Prowl shoved the soldier forward violently. He moved to accompany the solider inside, but the warden blocked him with his right arm. “What?” “I will take it from here, Autobot.” The warden said softly. His voice was deep and lifeless. Prowl was deeply offended, but nonetheless turned and walked off without another word. The warden grabbed the soldier by the cuffs around his wrists and pushed him inside. When it was just the two of them, the warden stopped, then deactivated the statis cuffs. He looked expectantly at the soldier. “He was curious about the uprisings.” The soldier explained. “But I doubt he will be a problem again. They are nearly ready, Soundwave, all we have to do is wait until Prowl returns to Kaon with more Autobots. Then we will have our revenge, and they will all know the glory that is the soldiers of Cybertron.” After Prowl’s departure, there were no further visitors to Kaon for several weeks. The soldiers all grew restless as they awaited his return. Soundwave and the soldier leader were adamant that the attack would come soon, and without warning, but the rest of Kaon was unsure. At least, until the commanders were proven right. In the early hours of the day that was exactly one month to the soldier’s ‘conviction’, a fierce roar split the silence of the sky apart. Five drop-ships hovered outside the prison, and multitudes of Autobot peacekeepers leaped out, their rifles raised and swords at the ready. Prowl had lied. The prison was to be the first target, so that all of the apparent ‘evil-doers’ would be eradicated as well as the soldiers themselves. But to the Autobots, evidently there was no distinction there. The soldier and Soundwave stood at the ready as the Autobots arrived on the prison doorstep. One of them, a smaller-than-average scout, stepped forward. He was yellow and black, and had a head like a marshmallow with two small horns sticking out. Despite the scout’s size, the badge of the Elite Guard adorned his chest. “My name is Bumblebee, and I do not agree with the sentiments my superiors have given.” The little scout called out bravely. “I do not wish for there to be bloodshed, but if you do not surrender peacefully, there will be!” “Big talk from such a tiny Autobot.” The soldier stepped forward towards the scout. “We outnumber you 10 to 1, and our weapons can level your buildings in a matter of seconds. I am not bluffing. Now stand down, and surrender!” Bumblebee pleaded. “No.” The soldier said simply, before suddenly punching Bumblebee clean in the face, sending him flying back to his ranks. Before the Autobots could react, the soldier was upon them. Though there were 100 of them and only one of him, the soldier attacked without fear. He grabbed the first Autobot he reached around the waist, then used him as a hammer to beat the others away. Heads were dislodged by the sheer force of impact, and Energon gushed out of bloody wounds from the soldier’s razor-sharp elbows and knees. In a minute, half of the Autobots were lying as corpses upon the metal ground, holes punched through their bodies or decapitated heads lying a few metres away. The remaining Autobots desperately fired on the soldier, but he shrugged off their bullets and continued on his rampage. He grabbed two and smashed their heads together, then crushed three more with a single stomp of his foot. The Autobots dispersed in sheer terror, but they couldn’t escape. None escaped the wrath of the soldier. When every Autobot lay dead around him, their Energon staining his armour and the ground beneath his feet, the soldier grabbed Bumblebee by the neck, and brought him close to his face. “You have heart, young Autobot. It would be a shame to ruin something so valuable. So this is what we will do. You will look directly into my eyes, and remember everything I say. You will remember my face. You will store it in your memory, forever. Understood?” The soldier asked. Bumblebee nodded, trembling in pain and horror. “My people have been restricted for far too long. We demand equal peace throughout Cybertron, and we have no problems achieving that by force. If an entirely new leadership will have to be made, so be it. But remember this, Autobot.” The soldier forced Bumblebee to look at the corpses around him. “No one can escape us. No one can stop us. Everyone will yield eventually.” Bumblebee looked back at the soldier. “Everyone will bow to me. Everyone will bow to Megatronus!” Megatronus suddenly closed his fist, snapping the Autobot’s neck. Bumblebee’s head rolled off, and Megatronus threw the lifeless body aside. He ignored the bodies all around him, crushing them beneath his feet and wiping the dripping blue liquid from them off his armour. He reached Soundwave. “Make it happen.” Megatronus said simply, before entering the prison. The doors slammed shut behind him. The next day, in the Autobot capital of Iacon, a metal box arrived at the Decagon from a mysterious sender. The Autobots retrieved it and brought it up to their commander, Ultra Magnus. Magnus, who was just a general at the time, sat the box on his desk and opened it. Inside, a metal plate covered the contents. On the plate, a message was scratched on: “What has been seen, cannot be unseen. What has been heard, cannot be unheard.” Ultra Magnus ignored the cryptic message and pulled the plate out. He nearly went into statis in shock. Inside the box was the still bleeding head of Bumblebee, covered in his team’s Energon, lifeless eyes looking up at Magnus. Knowing exactly what the message meant, Ultra Magnus carefully cleaned the head and retrieved the processor from inside it. He plugged it into a specially designed port in his tablet, and the last moments of Bumblebee’s life were relived. Ultra Magnus heard Megatronus’s speech, cringing at every word, then gasped when the Autobot battalions’ bodies were shown. Magnus was speechless. The last thing Bumblebee ever saw, and the most troubling thing to Ultra Magnus, was the terrifying red glare of Megatronus.