User blog:Bzero/New Orders

Megatron appears in a message recorded in an odd, smooth-walled yellow room. Outside the window and below are the strange towers of New Polyhex. For a megalomaniac who has recently suffered terrific losses at the hands of his enemies, Megatron seems strangely calm. His crimson optics glow evenly as he speaks, narrowing for emphasis.

"The siege of Iacon is over," Megatron states with a wave of his hand, "but in a way, that is a gift. No longer will our forces be tied up blockading that dome of idiots. Now that we've departed the Iacon Plain, the Autobots will scurry like roachbots across the planet. We will allow them to leave the cover of protection and then we will squash them, one by one.

"Starscream," he orders, "I want an update on your 'negotiations' with Praxus, and then bring me exclusive energon rights in Altihex as well. Send your Seekers across Cybertron to target any Autobots brave or stupid enough to leave their broken little home. Make an example of them -- I want the Autobots to fear crossing the surface of Cybertron in the light of day.

"Shockwave -- take the remains of your forces and secure the Energon Lake in the Sea of Rust and the Toraxxis Plains in northeastern Cybertron. Once the Constructicons have finished excavating our troops, have them build energon refineries on both sites. We will dig ourselves in and start producing energon before the Autobots even have a chance to explore the area.

"Cyclonus - have Scourge report to me. I have a very important task for him and his Sweeps. Have Soundwave monitor all Autobot communications -- I want to know what they know as soon as they know it. If they attempt to set up any sort of energon refinement operation of their own, destroy it. I will not have them expanding past Iacon.

"Finally, Nemesis -- I have a special job for you. I have issued Optimus Prime a warning, which he has chosen to ignore. Now that we have energon on Cybertron again, I no longer need Earth. I want you to come up with an efficient way to extinguish all organic life on that planet -- preferably slowly enough that the Autobots will waste precious resources trying to save them. Make them suffer, and give Prime enough time to really experience the pain."

Megatron leans forward and smiles, turning his head slightly as he looks into the camera. "The Autobots have won some battles, but we will make it cost them dearly. Cybertron is mine," he insists, clenching his large black gauntlets. "We will remind them that. They will lose Cybertron. They will lose Earth. And then they will lose their pathetic lives. Count on it." With a superior smirk, Megatron ends the transmission.