Reflections

It was the Great War between the heroic Autobots, and the evil Decepticons. A war that started on Cybertron and grew to include Earth. They would fight until all were one, they were the TransFormers.

The calmness of the ocean stretched out to all sides, broken once in the middle by the raised massive launch tower that was the only surface sign of the Decepticon base. It was unchallenged. Human fighters had long since quit trying to attack it, and it was well out of reach of most of the Autobots. Equally secure, Megatron stood atop the tower looking out at the planet he was about to leave.

It had been a difficult decision to make, leaving the Earth to the Autobots, but at least he knew the Autobots would not make full use of the planet. Both the Autobots and Humans wasted the world's energy resources… only under Decepticon control could the planet's true beauty be realized.

That, actually was part of his decision to leave. His time on Earth had changed him. Actually, it had changed all of his troops… except for Starscream of course, but he was a shortsighted idiot.

Why did he continue to let Starscream live? He always told himself it was because Starscream was good at his job, but all the blunders… no one was THAT good at their job, least of all Starscream. Deep down Megatron realized that he needed Starscream… his petty schemes, and plans, and delusions of grandure made a counterpoint to that part of himself that was like Starscream. Sometimes he suspected that without Starscream's constant nagging on him, he might very easily believe all the gushing things his followers told him, and that would lead to insanity.

It was odd, but he would actually miss this wretched little planet. It had grown on him, and taught him to look down occasionally on what he was stepping on. It was no Cybertron of course, but in some way he did love the Earth. After all, he had gone out of his way to save the planet on more than one occasion. There was even a time or two Prime didn't know about. Still letting the planet be destroyed would have killed the Autobots here… a tempting offer, but for some reason, that was no longer an acceptable alternative.

No it was time to return to Cybertron. To Home. He had to be Ruthless, and that was becoming harder here.

He would leave a small contengent here on Earth, maybe some Insecticon clones, to keep the Autobots from realizing he had departed. Once on Cybertron, he would concentrate on the final Purge of all Autobots on the planet. Alitta One and her little band would be first on the list, followed by Pyro, Kup and the other stray bands operating on the planet.

When had he begun to think of the Female Autobots as a threat? Was it when he discovered they were still alive and fighting on Cybertron? No. It was after he met the female Nightbird… a human created robot.

Humans. He had underestimated them from the beginning. He should have taken them seriously, and taken the planet slowly, through propaganda the same way he began on Cybertron. Now the damage was done. If a human happened to create something useful, he had to steal it. Virtually all humans considered him a Menace, which was rather annoying, and frequently hindered his goals, and sometimes completely thwarted his plans.

Once, near the beginning, a small group of humans had come to him at his New York base. He still had no idea how they had managed to find him. They asked if they could join. Humans? As Decepticons? The idea had been absurd. Now, he wondered if he should have given the matter more thought before stepping on them to end the joke.

He tried to think why he had so easily dismissed the humans in the beginning. He remembered being bothered by a rather realistic dream, in which he was totally power mad, and while at war, was not a Warrior. But while it had been realistic, he had been helpless to take control of what his own dream body was doing. The dream took place on a world like earth, only more primitive. Maybe it had tainted him into thinking the humans could be nothing more than upright apes.

The things the humans had done… Nightbird, the Exponential Generator, hypno-chips, power stations, primitive time portals, what the humans lacked in might, they made up for in creativity. It was odd… the times he came closest to total victory were when he had the help of humans, or human inventions.

Recently he had taken steps to repair the Decepticon image in the Humans eyes. He had found several Eastern countries with leaders that had… similar goals as Megatron, and that had made them easy to use. He had given them junk, and they had given him Oil. Lots of it, which now sat in storage as Energon cubes waiting to be shipped to Cybertron.

In the short term, these countries now felt a slight loyalty to Decepticons, and may even hide them if the war took a drastic turn. One such nation had even donated an entire city to a special project that would progress slowly and not be completed until 2005 or 2006.

In 2006, unless Prime somehow forced his hand, Megatron would come back to this Earth. He would come back and take it as his own, the new weapon would make it child's play, but in the long term, Megatron knew, Destiny would not be denied.

Yes, Destiny. He knew in his deepest reaches of his soul, Destiny would bring him back to this planet.