This a tale inspired and partly based upon the UK exclusive alternate movie-verse comic of the same name that was written by Simon Furman. It is set in an alternate movie inspired universe after the end of the first Transformers movie. So other than that all I have to say is I hope you enjoy what you read and also that all feedback and constructive criticism is welcome Twilight’s Last Gleaming Prologue: Mission City A happy ending. Mikaela is sure that somewhere must have had one. In a different reality perhaps, one where Sam’s desperate gambit had succeeded and Megatron found himself overwhelmed by the power of the Allspark as it coursed violently through his circuits, his thirst for power not only quenched but drowned as his threat to the universe was ended forever. A reality where Sam and she found themselves joint saviours of their planet and one where they lived together happily ever after with their comrades, the Autobots. Somewhere. Mikaela stared out of Bumblebee’s window as the yellow Autobot drove slowly and quietly through the deserted, pitch black remains of Mission City. She heeded no attention to the city though. No, her eyes were focused on the large, gleaming, brightly lit structure off in the distance and the ominous purple faction symbol that adorned its main tower. “Mikaela? Are you sleeping?” Mikaela snapped out of her sombre reverie at the sound of her robotic companion’s question. “Hm? No, I’m quite awake Bumblebee. I can barely sleep outside Mission City, let alone inside it. Are you sure the Decepticon’s scanners can’t pick us up at this range?” “Honestly? I have no idea... But Ratchet says the jamming device works and that’s good enough for me.” “I was thinking about that Bumblebee. Ratchet’s a field medic... Why the hell would he know how the ‘Con’s scanners work?” “Look Mikaela, I don’t know how Ratchet knows what he does, but what I do know is that this tactic has worked every other time we’ve employed it and I know that it has to work for us this time too. If we don’t get to Prime then we may as well shoot ourselves and save Megatron the ammo.” “That’s another thing I don’t understand ‘Bee. I mean why exactly is Prime so important? You guys are supposed to be a crack team of expert soldiers and yet the moment Optimus is taken out of the equation you all fall apart at the seams. So what makes Prime so special? Is he in possession of some kind of secret Deus Ex Machina or...? “No. No, it’s nothing like that Mikaela. It’s not what Prime has so much as what Prime is. Its about what Prime represents and what he means to each of us. It’s a morale thing. Give us another five months and we’ll all be operating at peak efficiency again... The only problem with that is Earth might not have another five months to spare.” Iacon-Decepticon Headquarters: Earth “Soon Prime. Soon your precious Autobots will all lie at my feet, every single one of them dead. Even now they plot and scheme and make overtures against my rule. They think they can save you. Ha! They think that I don’t know what they’re doing! But I have optics everywhere, Prime. I know their every movement. Perhaps even before they do... Huh. You know what Prime? You were a lot more talkative when you weren’t in stasis.” Megatron sighed as he looked at the frozen form of his enemy from so many centuries of combat. He knew that he should be content, more than content actually. Megatron should have been ecstatic. He had everything he could possibly want; he had Prime captured and at the mercy of his every whim. He had The Allspark. He had Mission City and soon he would have his very own, new Cybertron to rule over as he saw fit. So why was he not content? Perhaps he missed the challenge of warfare? The thrill of the hunt as he travelled the cosmos in search of the Allspark? Yes, that was it. Megatron missed the thrill of real combat, of a real challenge to his might. He missed the satisfaction of goading an enemy and then gutting them of their vital circuits and watching the light as it slowly faded from their optics and the look of despair as they realised this would be their final experience upon this living plane. That would all change soon enough though. Megatron knew that the Autobots were gathering their forces. He knew their numbers had more than tripled since the battle in Mission City and he knew that more were arriving every day. It didn’t matter how many came to Earth though, no amount of Autobots could possibly defeat his forces now that they were powered by the Allspark. The Autobots would never get the chance to battle his soldiers though. No. Instead Megatron was going to take them all on himself. And he was going to kill every single one of them.